Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
He puts a hand to his throat, his eyes going wide.
“What the fuck?” he growls hoarsely.
“This is my domain, Drake,” she cackles. “Did you really think I’d let you burn down my house?”
“I’m not here to burn down your house as long as you let Irena go,” he snarls. “She’s mine to protect—you won’t touch her.”
“Hmm…and what is she doing with such a powerful protector?” the witch muses. “And what exactly are you willing to do to secure her freedom? Because by the rules of magic, you cannot simply take her from me—she is in my debt.”
“In your debt?” He glares at me. “What did you do?”
“Nothing!” I protest. “She’s saying I tasted her house, but I didn’t! I only licked my palm to clean it off after I touched the sticky peppermint doorknob!”
Valen glowers at the witch.
“Sounds to me like you’re stretching your definition of ‘tasting’ pretty thin.”
“She tasted the essence of my house and now she has to pay for it with her own flesh!” the witch insists.
“No,” Valen says at once, taking a step towards her. He towers over her, a mountain of muscle. “She may pay, but not with flesh. I know something of magical laws. She hasn’t taken a bite of your house—she’s only licked it. So you won’t be taking any of her flesh.”
The witch’s face crumples into a mask of rage, but it seems that Valen has her dead to rights—she can’t demand a bite of me because I never took a bite of her house. Thank the Goddess.
Then her face smoothes out and a crafty expression takes the place of the rage.
“So Drake, let me try to understand. You serve her and protect her, do you not?”
Valen’s face is like stone.
“I do,” he says simply.
“So she’s in charge, is she?” She eyes the silver collar he wears and then her eyes dart down to the silver ring on my forefinger. A look of realization comes over her face. “Perhaps you even serve her unwillingly, no?”
Valen doesn’t answer—he just glares at her. But the witch has that crafty look on her face again—a look I don’t much like at all.
“Very well,” she says, grinning at me and showing brown and broken teeth. “Since you only licked the essence of my house, you shall pay for your taste with a tasting of your own.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, wishing my voice wouldn’t tremble so much.
“Why, my dear, I’m talking about the price you must pay before I set you free,” she cackles. “You must pay for your licking with more licking.”
“I’m not putting my mouth on anything in your house,” I say with a shutter. “Everything here is disgusting!”
“Ah, but I bet you don’t find your big, muscular Drake disgusting, do you?” she taunts me. “You’re supposed to be commanding him, but secretly, you want him.”
“I do not!” I deny at once, but my hot cheeks give me away.
“Ah, yes you do! I know a girl in heat when I see one.” She points one knobby green finger in my face. “You’re going to lick him while I watch—that’s how you’ll pay your debt.”
“What? But why…why would you ask that?” I exclaim. “What would you even get out of it?”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“I like to watch. If I can’t feast with my mouth and tongue, I shall feast with my eyes. Now go to it girl—get licking. Oh but first…” She points at Valen. “Pull out your cock, Sir Drake. Let’s make your pretty little mistress work for her freedom.”
36
VALEN
Irena’s silver-green eyes are so wide they look likely to swallow her face. I have to admit, I’m shocked by the witch’s request myself. I mean, what the actual fuck?
My first instinct is to refuse. After all, what can she do? She can’t force us to do this.
I take a step forward…and find that I can’t. I try to raise my arms but that doesn’t work either. It feels like invisible bands have been wrapped around my arms and legs.
I glare at her.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I demand.
“Merely a simple stillness spell, my dear Drake,” she cackles. “You might have mighty power on the outside, but inside the bounds of my house, I rule supreme. You and your little Mistress will do as I say, or you’ll remain here, frozen and trapped, until you wither away to nothing.” She gives us a snaggle-toothed grin. “Which would be fine for me, dearies—I’d have you both for lunch and dinner when you finally croaked.”
I struggle some more, but in vain. Fuck. We’re going to have to do this if we want to get out of here. Or rather, Irena’s going to have to do it.
I wonder if she will.
She’s been raised as a prim and proper princess, the idea of getting on her knees and sucking cock—especially the cock of a male who she’s controlling—probably won’t appeal to her. She considers herself above me, I know she does. Now she has to kneel and suck me—will she?