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Authors: Callie Wild

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And here he’d thought she was a relative innocent.

“If you wanted to play games, you should have told me in advance,” he said, still angry, but intrigued in spite of himself. “It’s customary to receive the consent of the one who will be bound,”

“I’m sorry. I was afraid you wouldn’t give consent in your present mood, and there is a pressing question I must have answered.” Her lips touched softly upon his neck, making his pulse leap. “Trust me, Aaron. I would never hurt you.”

“Even though I treated you terribly the entire day?” he asked, his heart beating faster as her fingers begin to work the buttons on his shirt.

“Not the entire day. I seem to remember some time spent under a tree that was quite pleasant.” He felt the gentle puff of her breath against his cheek and turned to catch her lips, but she was too fast. “Let me guide the course this time, Aaron. Just try to enjoy yourself.”

“I’ll try,” he said in his most beleaguered voice.

Her laughter was accompanied by a slight rustling and when she pressed back against him, her warm skin warmed his bare chest. He groaned.

“You’re a good sport.” She kissed his cheek, his neck, before dragging her teeth slowly over his jaw, taking his breath away. “But I’ll ask you one favor—when I ask you a question, please answer me honestly.”

“I always attempt to be honest,” he said, swallowing hard as she tugged at the close of his pants. “Unless honesty does more harm than good.”

“Don’t worry about that now. Even if you think that an honest answer will hurt my feelings, I still want the truth.” Her words were muffled as she kissed her way down his chest, but he gathered her meaning.

Now if he could only figure out what she was trying to prove with this strange game.

“Do you like it when I kiss you here?” she asked, her lips brushing lightly across the tip of his cock.

“God, yes,” he answered, wondering if all of her questions were to be so easily answered.

Her tongue swept experimentally across the head of his arousal, drawing a grown from his lips. “And that as well?”

“Yes,” he gasped, answering her questions with the same word, again and again, as she tormented him.

She drew him into her wet mouth and suckled, then drew him deeper and sucked harder. She spun her tongue around his tip, then scraped her teeth lightly over the place where his shaft met the head of his cock. She fisted the base of him in her fingers as her head bobbed up and down, quickly driving him wild with need.

And after every wicked act, she asked if he was pleased until he didn’t know if he was giving affirmation or begging for more.

“And now the last question.” She raked her nails across his swollen sac as her fist continued to slide up and down.

“Yes, anything,” he growled low in his throat, resisting the urge to thrust his hips forward and speed the friction of her hand on his cock. He was trying to play his part and let her lead, for he would demand the same submission when it was her turn to be bound to the tree.

And it
would
be her turn, whether she realized it or not.

“Do the things I’ve done make you feel the same way you did before? In your heart?” Her words crashed through him, shattering his expectations and taking the edge off his arousal.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, kissing the head of his cock. “Just tell me the truth.”

“No,” he said, his throat tight. “No, it isn’t the same.”

And it wasn’t. He still cared for her, enjoyed her, but that wild freedom, that feeling of being head over heels in love with Calliope wasn’t there. What he couldn’t understand, however, was why
that
should feel like it was breaking his heart.

“Thank you,” she said, sounding like she meant it.

She set back to work, suckling, stroking, claiming him until even the sadness swelling in his chest couldn’t keep him from tumbling over the edge.

“I’m going to come, Calliope. I’m so close.”

She moaned her encouragement around his throbbing flesh and that was all it took. He cried out as he lost himself in her mouth. Almost immediately the black began to fade from his vision, clearing in time for him to look down and see her—eyes closed, bare breasts framing his cock as she swallowed him down.

It was a beautiful sight to behold, but for some reason he still felt…empty.

If this was what it felt like to be released from Calliope’s power, it was no wonder that Rosamund still slept. Maybe, on some level, the princess knew nothing could be as wonderful as the dreams Calliope’s magic had given her. Maybe she’d decided she didn’t want to wake up, no matter what prince came to save her.

He supposed they would find out tomorrow, likely the last day they would spend together.

“It’s for the best,” she said, looking up at him from where she knelt on the grass. “I can see you clearly now, too. I swear, I didn’t mean to make you love me. It must have been a side effect from the spell I cast, hoping to free myself from the dungeon. But, it’s broken now, so…”

“I believe you.” Aaron swallowed hard and stretched his arms and legs, newly released from their confinement. “Now, will you answer me one question?”

“Of course.”

“Do you regret the things we’ve done? Now that we see each other clearly?”

“No,” she said, heat in her blue eyes. “I don’t regret any of the pleasure we’ve given each other. Do you?”

“Of course not. And I’m glad you feel that way, because now it’s your turn.” Without another word, he lifted her from the ground and carried her back to the camp.

It might not be love between them, but it was excellent sex and he wasn’t going to waste his last night with Calliope nursing a broken enchantment.

Or a broken heart.

CHAPTER EIGHT
Calliope

They reached the edge of the Beauvielle lands by mid-morning, but it wasn’t soon enough for Calliope. She was ready for this journey to be over, to rescue Aaron’s brother and be on her way back to her farm. Life in her cottage might be monotonous and lonely at times, but at least she was spared this tumult of emotion.

Every time she looked at Aaron or caught him looking at her, she felt as if she would break in two. She felt outside herself, but at the same time more miserable in her skin than she could ever remember being—even when her mother’s abuse had been at its zenith.

That

s what comes of lying
.

“I didn’t lie,” Calliope muttered, lest Aaron hear her from where he rode ahead. “I simply didn’t tell the entire truth.”

A lie of omission is still a lie
,
and now you

ll pay the price
.

How it will cut your heart to hear of his marriage
,
for he
will
be married soon
,
no doubt about that
.
A king his age can’t remain unmarried for long.

Perhaps he

ll see the young Rosamund, be captivated by her beauty, and propose on the spot
.

Calliope frowned. “She’s much too young for him. And he wouldn’t marry anyone who didn’t touch his heart.”

As if you know anything of his heart
.
His affection for you was a product of the affliction
,
a lie only a fool would believe
.

“I am not a fool, I was under the spell as well.”

Only a fool is caught in her own magical web
.

Besides

you

re not under a spell now
.
Are you
?
Yet still, you love him.

“Oh, shut up!” Calliope shouted.

“Are you all right?” Aaron shifted in his saddle to cast a concerned look over his shoulder. “We can rest before we approach the castle.”

“No, I’m fine, just practicing a few spells,” Calliope fibbed, grateful when he nodded and turned back around.

Another lie
.
You

re getting so adept at them
.
Perhaps you should

“I am finished with you,” Calliope whispered, shutting out the sound of the “other” voice with no small degree of effort.

Despite the herbs, the voice of criticism had returned this morning. She remembered the healer at the castle saying stress would make the voices worse and she was nothing if not
stressed
.

Another reason for her to hurry back to her farm, where there was no Aaron to sweet-talk her into using her magic or to make love to her into the wee hours as if he still cared. There had been no whispered words of love, but every stroke of his hand, every movement of his body inside hers had been as beautiful as ever.

“But he doesn’t feel the same way.” Calliope squeezed her eyes shut against the pain the words caused.

She was no longer under her own spell—the haze had left her eyes the moment it had left Aaron’s—but she couldn’t lie to herself. She still loved him. She still ached to be in his arms, to have him smile just for her, to know the warmth of his kindness and even the harsh prick of his temper.

She wanted to be a part of his life, someone who mattered to him beyond what magic she would work to save his brother.

What magic you will work
!
Goddess protect the man and his brother
.

“The spell last night went off as planned,” Calliope said, satisfied to be able to point
that
out to her mother.

“But darling, that isn’t really your mother.” Another familiar voice, one she didn’t hear nearly as often as she would like, vibrated through the air around her. “It is a cruel thing with no body of its own. But I am real. And I’m here to help you, though I know I don’t get the chance to speak as—”

Get out of my daughter

s head, Melinda
.
She

ll never be the fairy that I was or even you were
.
Best if she goes back to her farm and shovels manure
.

“Heliotrope, you always were more witch than Fae.” Her fairy godmother’s ghost was as tough and opinionated as the woman herself had been in life. “I should have stolen Calliope away from you on her christening day and never looked back.”

“Please, Melinda, I appreciate your help,” Calliope said, grateful to hear from Melinda after months of silence. “But I need to have my wits about me. The fewer voices at the moment, the better.”

“Of course, dear,” Melinda said. “But know that I believe in you. The magic has always been strong within you. Believe in your power, the way you did last night. Aaron will help. His love for you is strong.”

His
lust
for her is more like it
.

“He loves you, Calliope,” Melinda insisted. “Have faith, and by the end of this day you may be very pleasantly surprised.”

Or dead
.
We

ll find out soon enough
.

Her mother’s voice was right. The tall spires of the Beauvielle castle were in sight. It wouldn’t be long before they would be able to feel the heat of the lava that filled the moat, and hear the roar of the creature that guarded the entrance to Rosamund’s chamber.

“Goddess, be with me.” Calliope closed her eyes and reached out to the Goddess. “Aid me in this, that I may protect Aaron and his brother and free Rosamund from her long sleep. Guide my hand and my power.”

The voices in her mind were quiet then. Calliope took it as a sign that the Goddess was indeed with her. And it was a good thing too.

She was going to need all the help she could get.

CHAPTER NINE

Aaron

“I’ve changed my mind.” Aaron lay in the grass as Calliope finished her lunch—no sense going to face an enchanted castle without a last meal. “I want you to stay here with the horses. If anything happens to me, or if I don’t come out within a few days, you can follow the river back to the city.”

“No, I’m going with you. You’re right, you’ll need magical help to free Johann.” She stood, tossing the last of her bread into the brush for the animals before beginning to plait her long hair into a single braid.

Aaron watched, mesmerized. She was even more beautiful this morning, if that were possible. Her snug riding trousers and white shirt clung to every luscious curve and her feet were encased in tiny suede boots. The clothing was practical, chosen for the battle they would fight today, but made his body respond in a way even her gauzy dresses hadn’t.

It had been hell this morning, resisting the urge to haul her back into their tent and strip them both naked once more, but he’d promised himself last night would be the last time he indulged his carnal appetites with Calliope.

The relationship was too confusing to be allowed to continue. The memory of the way he’d loved her haunted him, making his heart ache even as the rest of his body relished the most exquisite lovemaking he’d ever known.

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