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“I might have… embedded… our language into your mind long ago,” she said with a shamed expression. “Since I occasionally slip into it without thinking. Figured it would be easier if it sounded like English to you. You even reply in faerie to me sometimes, and it still sounds like English to you.”
His hand whipped out past me and I flinched, but he was just grabbing the deep burgundy dress. “Even you, little human. I know your essence since it’s touched so many of my books. I could find you anywhere.” He thrust the dress into my hands then and I forgot to breathe for many seconds. Was that another threat? If so, why were my damn panties so wet? I really needed
“So, I haven’t just suddenly turned into a bitch in heat, needing to rut against any other creature around?” Dammit, Morgan! Why did I have to use an animal analogy when this asshole already thought of me that way? I was my own worst enemy. “No… it’s just because you’re human and weak. Nothing else.”
“Everyone in this room will fuck.” That blunt statement jolted me from my current obsession with how hot and bothered I felt. “They will fuck every which way with their chosen partner. They will stop to eat and drink and refuel with sleep, before they start again. The magic of this fertility ritual cannot be circumvented, and if you resist, you will be punished with enough pain to destroy your mind in less than a day. Do you understand?”
Fae lore said that if you ate or drank in Faerie aka Risest, you would have to stay there forever. Of course, in the high fantasy books I read, most of the women didn’t care if that was their fate. They inevitably ended up banging the hot winter prince anyway, before finding out they were his true or chosen mate. Clearly not my fate, and yet, I was drinking the water anyway. Living on the edge.
Lexie was wide-eyed, staring like she’d never seen me before. “The Fallen don’t remember the exact events that caused their fall,” she said in a hushed whisper. “Their memories were stripped from them, but they did retain a few customs of their world. It’s rumored that they only have one true mate, one who can absorb their energy and carry their child. Knotting is the way they confirm it, even if they already feel the connection.”
He took his time, chest heaving with rumbles. “She said that you’re the weirdest creature she’s ever come across, and she doesn’t understand why you protect her when you’re weak and useless.” I shrugged, unoffended by the truth. “I won’t let others get hurt to protect me. Your fight is with me, your anger is with me, and Cal would have just been the bird who saved my life getting killed for no reason.”
Pain was all I felt at first, and I wondered if he was going to tear me apart in punishment. A small cry escaped even as I tried not to let him know he was hurting me, and almost instantly his hands under my ass heated as his power seeped inside. The pain instantly morphed into pleasure, and this time when I cried out it was due to an impending orgasm. Drager continued to slowly thrust inside, and it felt so… damn… good. The ribbed edges of his cock scraped over what had to be one billion nerve endings,
Lexie snorted, spraying me with some bread, and then we both dissolved into laughter. “Shit, sorry. I was just remembering the time you went on a date and asked him about second breakfast, and when he had no idea what you were talking about, you picked up your stuff and left.” More laughter spilled
“La moyar,” he rumbled. “Fated mate.” Darkness crowded me as the lack of oxygen got the better of me. Zahak caught me before I fell, and my entire body burned as he swept me into his strong arms. “Mate?” I croaked out, and Drager’s energy roiled inside me until it all became too much, and I passed out.

