The Last Fae Princess

12_You'll Have Freedom

Nia POV

I bite hard on my bottom lip as his fingers toy with my n****e. The emotions that are running through me are wild. Strangely enough, humiliation is not one of those. Instead, I feel excited and turned on. Which, of course, makes me feel shame.

I do not even know the man’s name. Hell, I have not even seen his face. How can I allow him to touch me like this, and – worse – enjoy it? Let me not lie to myself, I am allowing it. I could easily push him away. Sure, there will be less pleasant consequences, but at least then I did not allow it.

My common sense is screaming at me to get out of this situation, but my body stubbornly obeys his demands, and I lean back against him. It is comfortable and warm against his chest. I do not feel fear or anxiety. Instead, I feel … safe.

“What’s it going to take,” his breath tickles my ear, “for you to be mine?”

My stomach dives, and a thousand butterflies break loose and create havoc. Be his? Like how? Slave? Servant?

“What do you mean?” I whisper, closing my eyes, and enjoying the sensations his hand creates as he caresses my stomach.

“I want you in my bed,” he breathes, his hand slipping into my pants, and a red blush creeps up my neck as his fingers slip between my legs.

“So, like a s*x slave?” I ask, my mind too clouded with the new, pleasurable feelings to think clearly.

“You won’t be a slave,” he answers, nibbling on my ear. “You’ll be a willing participant. You’ll be my concubine.”

“I don’t understand,” I admit. What the hell is a concubine? I must Google it before I can agree.

“You’ll warm my bed,” he says as both his hands cover my breasts, and I moan softly when he pinches my n*****s. “No other man will touch you. You’ll go where I go and do as I say.”

“Sounds like a s*x slave to me,” I reply.

“There’s a difference,” he grunts, grinding his groin into my back, and I gasp when I feel the enormity of his d**k. “You won’t be tied up or locked away. You’ll have freedom within the post’s borders.”

The word ‘freedom’ instantly catches my attention, and the fog on my brain lifts a little.

“You’re setting me free?” I ask, hopeful, turning around to face him.

His eyes are dark with so much desire, it almost scares me … almost, because I will do anything to be free.

“No,” he shakes his head, placing his hands on my hips and effortlessly lifting me and placing me down on his desk. He spreads my legs and stands between them before he smells my neck again. “Only Alpha Daniel can pardon you. But as long as you’re under my care, I can make the rules.”

“Rules,” I repeat as my nervous system goes crazy when he kisses my neck.

“As long as you don’t try to escape,” he says, his lips trailing down my neck to my chest. “You can do as you please.”

“But at night,” he continues, and I yelp when he takes a n****e into his mouth. “You’re mine.”

“Master,” I pant when he sucks my breast, sending my body into a spiral of desire. How in the world am I supposed to have a coherent thought when he does this? “I … I must think … think about … it.”

“Fine,” he sighs, pulling away, and I feel suddenly cold and lonely.

“Go back to your room,” he orders, picking up my shirt and tossing it my way. “You can give me your answer tonight.”

“What … what happens if I decline?” I ask cautiously, pulling the shirt over my head.

“You’ll stay in that room and will be performing household duties until you can return to Darkwood,” he replies, avoiding eye contact as he rakes his fingers through his hair.

I bite my lip to stop myself from begging him to never send me back. I know I have been here for only a couple of hours, but it has been the best hours in a year. But am I truly ready to buy my freedom with my body?

I run down the stairs, find my room, and shut the door behind me. I curl up on my bed and close my eyes. My body is still shamelessly aching for his touch. Does this happen with all men? I thought it would only be this intense when you meet your mate. I wish I had my wolf. She could have guided me through this haze of lust. She could have told me if these feelings were normal and identified my mate.

But pondering about it is not going to get me anywhere. There is only one question – how far am I willing to go to regain my freedom?

Declan POV

I turn my back on Nia and walk to the window. I do not want her to see my disappointment because she did not immediately accept my proposal. Dammit, I do not even get why I am so disappointed.

I have not changed my mind about a mate. In fact, after Elize’s stunt, I am even more against it, but there is something about Nia …

After six mates, I know how it feels when your wolf howls ‘mate.’ I know the urge to claim the woman, and the s****l urgency. I also know that I can resist those urges and reject her. But not with Nia. I do not have the will to reject her; with her, I have the urgency to keep her by my side, and I do not understand the change in me.

I must pull myself together and get rid of these unwelcome feelings. Fortunately, Nia clearly does not have a wolf; otherwise, she would have recognised me as her mate. If she agrees, I will keep her by my side until these feelings pass, and then I will reject her and break the mate bond. In return, I will convince Father to pardon her.

“Hey, Declan,” Adam says urgently as he enters my office. “We found two vampires hiding in the caves. Are you coming?”

“Hell, yes,” I grin from ear to ear.

Finally, something I can do to get rid of this pent-up s****l energy, because it is going to be a long day until I get Nia’s answer, and Goddess knows what I will do if she says no.