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Maelstrom's interference in the mating had made him insane to control her completely.
He had to remind himself she was not a Fay lass. Nay, she was a mortal. The entirety
of the acts he would have performed in Tir na nOg with a Fay lass was meant to show he
could control her wild spirit. By nature, the Fay lads were Dominants. After all, they
were descended from the Great King of Ireland. Yet, they also carried the sins committed
by the blood-thirsty Tuatha De' Danann before they became immortal.
It was too late to undo the mistakes he'd made with Danielle, but he could make up
for his missteps. "Are you tired?"
"A little," she said in a solemn tone.
Easing out of her, he held out his hand. "Take it. I promise I won't bite." He watched
as she snapped her gaze to his hand, and then back to his face. "If we are to have a
fruitful relationship, milady, you will have to learn to trust me."
"I don't even know you." She sounded dubious and he didn't blame her.
In the span of a day, he'd had his way with her and opened her to the life she'd find in
Tir na nOg. A mystical land where sexuality played an enormous role in the Fays' day to
day lives. He'd not given her time to even learn his name or taken a moment to explain
her new position in the vast schematic that was the Royal Strains. "Allow me to rectify
that problem, posthaste."
Helping her off the table, he noticed the banquet was just getting started. He, like all
Royals, had an insatiable appetite for women and the acts playing out around him brought
his cock to attention. Tamping down on his inexhaustible lust, he escorted her out of the
hall until he reached her room. Smiling when she tried to cover her nakedness, he opened
the door for her. "Would you care to join me tomorrow morning for a walk in the
gardens? We could talk then."
She nibbled on her lower lip before jerking out a nod. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" He brushed his fingers down her cheek. "Tell me," he implored
when she bowed her head.
"I don't know. Naught. Aught. I'm just a bit lost right now."
Pulling her into his embrace, he kissed the top of her head. He caressed her back
with slow, long strokes of his hands, but her sobs grew in strength. "You have every right
to be."
Making a drastic decision, Gabriel lifted her in his arms. He kicked the door open
and strode to the bed. Once he'd set her on the coverlet, he yanked the bed pull. "All
right, we'll talk tonight." And he knew the perfect place.
The land of the ever young.
Tir na nOg.
Chapter Five
Danielle knew he was out of his mind when he called Ann to dress her for a trip to
his homeland. She knew he'd lost the rest of his god-given senses when he ordered her
maid to pack for an extended visit. All of a sudden the suite became a beehive of activity.
"I'm tired."
"You can rest during the trip."
Seeing she was fighting against a stubborn mule of a man, Danielle heaved a
frustrated sigh. "Fine. Will you at least tell me where we're going? I'd like to know the
climate so I might dress appropriately."
"Nay."
"Nay?" Shoving her arms into her dressing gown, she knotted the belt at her waist.
"Is this a ploy to get out of paying the debts you've accrued at the conference?" The
accusation made perfect sense to her. "That's it, isn't it? You're going to hijack me to who
knows where and keep me a captive."
"Milady, cease your theatrics."
Incensed, Danielle gaped at him. "Theatrics." She stomped her foot on the floor.
"Theatrics?" Of all the insufferable nitwits. "Would you like me to tell you about
theatrics, for I can, Your Highness. I'm not immune to exhaustion nor do I care for a man
who takes liberties from me& " The dam on her tears threatened to burst once more.
"What do you people want from me?"
It's quite simple. They want to punish you. Her father was getting his wish in droves.
Danielle felt as though she was in hell and Gabriel LeFay was playing the part of her
personal Satan. Hell, he'd already gotten her out of her petticoats twice. "Please, all of
you, just leave me be."
"Danielle."
She ignored the warning etching his tone. "What more can you do to me, Your
Highness? You've taken my virginity, humiliated me at a banquet by allowing my body
to be used by men other than yourself and now you say I'm to go on this journey with
you, yet I have no say."
"Kneel," Gabriel barked his order.
"I am not your slave."
"You'll do as you are told."
Spinning around, Danielle stared at the gardens through the open window. The ripe
full moon illuminated the lush boxwood hedge and the marble fountain. "I can't," she [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]