“As for this one,” Rhylan turned back to Ansgar, “either take him to the room or kill him on the way there,” he ordered, placing what I supposed was an iron dagger into the commander’s hand, who dragged Ansgar away and left the room without giving me a chance to speak or protest.I remained quiet, barely sitting on the chair, my hands clasped on the tablecloth in a continual shaking motion.
“Relax, you know I’m not gonna hurt you,” Rhylan sounded tired, frustrated when he retook the same seat he had occupied during dinner, right next to my own. He looked around, scanning the table then sighed heavily, “that fuckboy of yours destroyed my favourite set of crystal glasses,” he exhaled, then grabbed the only remaining undamaged glass and found an untouched bottle of wine, pouring himself a drink.
“It’s time to talk, sprout,” his adamant eyes fixated on me as he relaxed in his chair, taking a sip from his drink and closing his eyes to enjoy a silent melody only he could hear. Resting after a tiring day’s work.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Marreth dragged me out, while I screamed for Anwen, every part of me fighting to be released, so I could return to that room and break that bastard into pieces.
“Calm down,” the commander ordered my shaking self. I was still tied to him, my limbs unable to take control and overpower him. “The more you struggle, the more it will hurt,” he advised, stopping for a mere moment to better position my body across his back and make it more comfortable to carry me.
He spoke true, I realised when I once again tried to shake free from his hold, muscles trembling in pain and unable to connect with the commands I sent onto them.
“What is happening to me?” I asked in between wheezing breaths. One or two broken ribs would require mending and the sooner the better.
“The general took your powers, you brought him great offence attacking him like that,” Marreth explained while continuing to drag me down the dark corridors. Understanding my lack of knowledge regarding Rhylan’s powers, he did not wait for me to ask and started offering more details, I assumed in the hope to create a distraction.
“Rhylan is the oldest remaining fireling, at least in this part of the kingdom, he has power over all of us, even the king. He can take away a faerie's energy and incapacitate them temporarily as long as they share a bond.”
“I don’t share a bond with that bastard,” I grumbled.
“Youmay not, but your mate does. And you are bonded to her. So…” he stopped, realising the subject hurt more than helped. “You’ll be fine; he’ll probably release you as soon as he returns her. She’ll be fine as well, I’ve never seen the general so attentive with a female before.”
I clenched my muscles, my entire body, my bones, forcing all of them to take hold and let me escape, but the more I struggled, the worse it got. Pain shot through me, every nerve ending screamed in ache and my bones felt as though shattered glass ran through them.
“Calm down,” the commander urged again, “It’s a good thing. It means he’ll keep her safe. After all, that is what you both want, yes?”
I nodded, not knowing or caring if he accepted that as a response and let myself be carried away from my mate, hating the poor excuse of a male I had become.
“Here we are,” I felt my body being released as Marreth crouched low enough to allow me finally to stand. Barely. I immediately gripped the door handle to sustain my own weight, but even with the extra support, it proved difficult to stand.
“You should lie down, I’ll come get you tomorrow for training. We start at seven,” he announced and turned to walk away.
“Commander,” I stopped him and Marreth quickly turned back, concern on his face.
“Thank you,” I nodded, “for it all.” I didn't need to offer further explanation; he knew what I meant. He had been the only one who cared about the miserable life I had lived under these lands.
“Of course, prince,” he nodded and bowed to me just slightly, reverently. I returned the gesture and extended my hand for him to grab. He did so eagerly, his palm grabbing onto the midsection of my arm and wrapping tightly, while I did the same.
A salute amongst soldiers.
Two hours passed, Anwen had not returned to me and my legs remained as limp as when I was brought to the room. Even so, I tried to escape, to go after her, but as soon as I opened the door I was met by several guards, all armed to the teeth and waiting for a misstep.
So I appealed to the next best thing to calm my anger, destruction. I went to the kitchen andripped apart the fake curtains that wanted to create the illusion of a window. I grabbed the knives and threw them towards every object I found, ripping things apart with my bare hands.
When I felt satisfied with the chaos I created, I proceeded onto the next room, the sitting room, ripping apart everything I could get my hands on, paintings, fake plants, the table and chairs, the pillows on the sofa, and even furniture itself. Every single object that remained in smithereens offered me another drop of satisfaction. If I could not hurt Rhylan, I would at least break everything that reminded me of him.
I was on my way to kick the sofa when the door opened and Anwen appeared in the room. I did not give her a chance to react to what I had done, I lunged for my mate and grabbed her close to me, slamming her body against the door she had just arrived through, kicking it shut.
Anwen gasped at the force of my movement, even I was surprised by the velocity of my motion. The bastard must have released me. But it didn’t matter right now, not when Anwen was returned in my arms. Possession overtook my senses, forcing me to jolt towards her, to have her then and there, to feel that connection and the bond we forged when she cut me during the mating process. The dagger must have enhanced my energy andbound Anwen onto me, allowing our connection to finally take place. Making Anwen a part of me. And I needed to feel whole again.
Without thinking, without caring, I lifted Anwen’s legs and spread them wide, forcing the seams of her dress to fracture and break apart. I pushed her body into the door, her legs across my waist, and pressed my lips against hers in urgency and desperation.
She barely made a sound, just a slight moan, probably with surprise more than desire. But I did not care. Damn all the goddesses, I did not care. I wanted her, then and there. To feel her again, to make sure she was still mine.
Without breaking the kiss, I slid her panties to one side and cupped her womanhood, rubbing the palm of my hand aggressively against it until I felt wetness and without a warning, I pushed myself inside her in two abrupt movements.
Anwen’s lips released a scream but I covered them with my own and started moving, rough and hard until my entire member was sheathed inside her. Her tightness overpowered me, making every one of my senses lose control. All I wanted was to be with her, melt my body to hers for no one to ever take us apart.
