Betrayals of Spring (Forever Fae #2)(52)
With the Tyvar being only men, the women they have captured are usually passed along endlessly from man to man, wearing them out quickly. Since a lot of fae women aren’t around this part of the Mystical Forest, the Tyvar usually find their captives in the mortal realm. But with me being a fae, and being stronger, their nights of pleasure would last a hundred times longer than it would with a mortal. Is this what the dark sorcerer had in mind for me, to be a sex slave for the rest of my life?
My eyes are closed but I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I gasp when I feel large hands encircle my waist and pull me smoothly down from my horse. I’m surprised by his gentle touch, but I did learn that these men take care of their women when they capture them. It still doesn’t make me feel any better. The Tyvar’s voice sounds smooth and seductive when he murmurs, “Well, well, what do we have here?” I almost opened my eyes to see what he looked like, but then remembered I have to keep them closed. This is going to be harder than I thought.
“There are too many, Meliantha. They have us surrounded. What do you want us to do?” Ashur asks hesitantantly.
“I want you to stay calm, Ashur. I don’t want you or Finn hurt, and if you fight...”
I can’t finish the thought because the Tyvar who helped me from my horse starts to trail his hand along the side of my face and down my jaw to my neck. I shiver under his touch, but not with pleasure. I think he mistakes it for pleasure because he moves closer. I take a step back, but I am blocked by Prince Ashe, and can move no further. Aki is growling down by my side sounding like he is about to attack, but I hastily send him a mental message to stay calm.
“Get your f*cking hands off her, now!” Finn yells.
I hear him pull his sword so I yell, “Finn, stop!” I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to him or my guardian. The Tyvar laugh all around us and I can hear them apprehend both Ashur and Finn by the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and their growls of anger.
“Come with me,” the Tyvar fae utters. He takes my elbow and pulls me gently along beside him. I know they will not intentionally harm me, but now my fear lies with what will happen to my men.
“Where are we going, Ashur?”
“It looks like we are headed straight for their camp. There are so many of them, Meliantha. If they pull you under their power, there is no way I can save you. I would rather die than see what they do to you.”
The sound of his voice in my head breaks my heart and it takes all the strength I have to keep my chin from quivering. I don’t want Ashur and Finn to see me turned into a sex slave, but I also don’t think the Tyvar will let them go either.
“There has to be a way out of this. Being a sex slave is not my destiny and I refuse to give in to it. I will find a way,” I encourage him.
“Well you better find a way fast because we’re approaching the center of their camp and there has to be over a hundred Tyvar gathered around.”
Damn it! What can I do to get us out of this mess? The Tyvar fae guiding me still has a hold of my elbow, so I decide to ask him.
“Do you mind telling me where you are taking me?”
“I am taking you to our leader, Bayleon,” he replies in a low voice.
“Why?” I ask curiously, but I have a feeling my fate has already been decided. I want to know what’s going to happen to me because not knowing is going to make everything so much worse.
The Tyvar answers, “Any female we capture gets taken by our leader first and foremost, and then to me next since I am second in command. It is the way of our people.”
I try to act calm as the realization of what is about to happen to me sinks in. On the outside I think I am playing it off well, but on the inside I’m screaming. “ASHUR, they are taking me to their leader to give me to him, as in...give me to him in the sexual sense. Then after that I will be passed to the man holding onto me. I don’t know what to do!”
I’m sure if I could see Ashur right now he would be flinching from my screams in his head. I have to figure something out, NOW. I can hear the murmurs and feel the lust pouring off of the Tyvar as I walk through the crowd. Their desires are thick in the air caressing my skin making me feel exposed and bare.
“You are almost to their leader, Princess.”
“No need to worry, my lady. We will take very good care of you,” the Tyvar fae says. I swallow hard and I take in a deep, shaky breath. Yeah, I’m sure you will, I think to myself. I know how they plan to take care of me and I beg to differ. I huff in return and he laughs, low and seductively in my ear. “I promise you will enjoy it,” he whispers.
I hold my head high and I thrust my chin forward.
“I don’t think so,” I hiss back. Inside I am terrified of what’s going to happen to me and my men, but I refuse to show defeat. We come to a stop and the group grows quiet. I can hear someone approaching and my body instantly goes rigid. I’m frozen in place and my chest tightens so I can’t breathe. I know my hands are shaking and the Tyvar holding my arm gently takes my hand and holds it tight. If I knew he wasn’t planning on seducing me, I would find the gesture endearing, but all it does is make me more terrified.
An exotic and sensual voice speaks and I notice that his voice sounds exactly like my escort. “I see you brought me a visitor, Bastian. I must say you have done very well, brother. Where may I ask did you find this beautiful she-warrior?”