A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment (Fablemere Fae #1) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Fablemere Fae Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
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He turns me to face the mouth of a cavern, lit from within by shimmering shadows of water.

“Shall we go inside?” he asks, as if I have a choice.

I do not. He is a king. A dangerous one, who has already removed the head of his queen.

I’d like to keep mine, so I give him my hand and let him lead me inside.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Faery baths are naturally occurring magical springs that appear all over Fablemere. They aren’t confined to the places where faeries live, though it’s said that once, eons ago, faeries ruled all of Fablemere. Legends about the fae who created the baths abound, but those stories were never my favorite among the tales mother told. Who cares, after all, about magic springs and legendary caverns, when one can hear stories about the far-off Smuggler’s Sea and the pirates who brave it?

Arcus stops me steps beneath the rocky outcrop that shelters the mouth of the tunnel. He waves a hand to completely disrobe us both. “This is a pure place and must be kept so. This is the last faery bath to be used only by faeries.”

He steps away, holding my hand, but I stick fast to my place. “Your Majesty may have forgotten that I am no faery.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says with a dismissive wave. “This place falls under my dominion. The presence of your beauty honors these enchanted waters.”

I follow reluctantly. Though I am human in body, my spirit is fae. My presence feels profane here.

A warm breeze, flecked with shimmering motes, wraps around me as if in invitation. Perhaps because I was born of a wish, born of faery magic, I’m not truly trespassing. I let Arcus guide me deeper into the cave.

The ring of darkness at the mouth of the tunnel passes, and we enter a vast, high-ceilinged cavern. The sand-colored walls are brightly lit with the luminance of the opaque blue water. Steam rises from numerous, naturally occurring cauldrons of varying height; some spill over into each other, but never empty. The glittering motes fill the air, echoing the swirls of iridescence winding through the waters.

“Do all the faery baths look this way?” I ask, and add a hasty, “Your Majesty?”

He stops me, places his hands on my shoulders. “In this place, I am not a king. I am a faery, on the same footing as you. You may use my name.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but I don’t trust it. I’m sure he believes it, but I’m reluctant to test it.

“Please.” He dives a hand into my loose curls, his thumb stroking over my cheek. “I want to hear you say my name.”

I sway into him, and it’s not entirely an act; the atmosphere lulls my body into dreamlike languidness, and I melt against him, my chin tilted up to his. “Arcus.”

His mouth descends upon mine with such ferocity that it brings to mind the kisses that Luthian and I have shared. But where I can feel Arcus’s passion, I feel none of it myself. I let him ravage my mouth desperately, make the appropriate whimpers, clasp my arms around his neck, but while my body responds eagerly to his touch, inside, I am hollow.

Under Luthian’s mouth, I am whole.

If I keep thinking of Luthian, keep lamenting what I’ve lost but never had, I won’t be able to give the king what he needs to be convinced of my desire for him. I concentrate on his touch, the warm, solid strength of his muscled body pressed to mine. The smoothness of his skin, the skill of his tongue. I swoon, and he supports me with a hand around my back, a satisfied noise rumbling deep in his chest before he lifts his head.

“I would hear you say my name a thousand times today, Cenere. I want you to scream it in your passion.”

“Then make me scream,” I breathe, my gaze holding his fast.

This is a dangerous request. I know he can hurt me. But from his manner, his openness, it doesn’t seem that he’s brought me here to demonstrate his cruelty. And when he kisses me again, I know I’ve judged correctly.

He’s brought me here to show me that he can be tender.

Breathing fast, his cock hard against my stomach, he motions to the pools. “Let’s get in.”

Once again, he lifts me in his arms to fly with me, taking us down into the central basin. It’s surrounded by tall columns bearing other pools, which spill down all around us in a curtain of enchanted water. Slowly, he lowers us to the surface. For a moment, bathed in the curls of steam, I am afraid I might be scalded, but my toes break the water, and I find it’s the perfect temperature and deliciously hot. It’s deep enough that we submerge to my shoulders. Arcus, much taller, must crouch to my level.


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