“They’re gollums.”
“Oh.” That was all I offered in response because what could I say? As long as they didn’t appear to me in the thick of night rasping “My precious”, then I was gladly erasing them from my mind.
10
It was time.
I’d finally decided, after a month of being stuck here, relentlessly alternating between training and sleeping, I was going to give in to the comfort Ty brought me. And this time, I figured out how not to pull away just as things got hot and heavy.
Yes, it was dangerous, insane even, that I would tell Ty to use his power on me considering I fought against it during training. Now understanding how to distinguish between influence and my own decisions made me more comfortable with my mad decision.
My tipping point was waking up from yet another dream with Roark. The happy dream had morphed into a replay of all the damage he’d done, and it’d left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Raising my fist to the door, I paused. There would be no going back if I knocked on this door. If I passed the threshold, it would be with the full intention of going all the way with Ty.
Ty’s face flashed across my memory, and I squeezed my eyes shut as another tried to take his place. I focused all my attention on Tyran, pushing Roark away. He had been so good to me in the last month. He’d trained me with endless patience, and he’d dealt with my hot and cold attitude toward him wordlessly and with kind eyes. If I was giving my card up to anyone, at least I knew it would be a good man… or Fae.
It was only a matter of time that I attacked some unsuspecting Fae, anyway. These mounting hormones were no joke. Resolve once again fused me, and I brought my fist down on the door.
When there was no immediate response, my anxiety compounded. I smoothed my hands down my Fae-made shirt. The soft and airy material hugged me in all the right places. Not wanting to give myself enough time to lose my nerve, I reached for the doorknob.
“Sorry for barging—” My words got stuck in my throat at the sight of Ty’s smooth, golden skin as he tugged on his shirt. My mouth dried and desire built in my core.
Fae senses took over, and I was next to him in the blink of an eye, tugging his face down to mine. Our bodies met with a thud, and I wrapped my arms around him. Sensation drove me. My body wanted to be touched, caressed, loved.
I mentally shook the last word away and replaced it with pleasured. I wanted to be pleasured. I did not want to be loved. Romantic love wasn’t in the cards for me. Everyone I’d ever had in my life showed me that. Love faded, and I was done hoping for anything like that. The only love I needed was from my sister.
I groaned when Ty grabbed my ass and squeezed me closer to him, grinding against me. I lifted my leg and curled it around his waist. His hardness hit the perfect spot and elicited a deep moan. Shoving at his clothing, I managed to bare his chest.
“Are you sure?” he rasped and gripped my wrist.
“Yes. I want your touch.” I yanked my hand from his hold and placed it on his chest again.
“But every time something happens to—”
“Use your power on me.” I was breathless with want. The surprise in his eyes made me chuckle. I grinned, the sexual fiend taking over. “When you feel me getting cold, influence me back into desire.”
Taking another step forward, Ty stopped when he hit his bed. I pushed him down and straddled him. He tried slowing me down, and I felt a gentle caress across my face. I pulled back from his touch and jerked my shirt over my head.
The desire that had been building since I met him, the tormentor I didn’t want to think about, wanted out. It wanted to be satisfied, but underneath it all, anger swirled deep within my soul, poisoning me.
Ty settled back on the bed and looked up at me with a look I didn’t want to decipher. He tugged my bra to the side and bared me. I closed my eyes so I could block his face out. And as disgusting as it made me, I imagined another in his place.
Like all the other times we’d started getting heavy in our make-out sessions, usually after training, I knew what was coming.
I looked down with panic, and Ty understood. He narrowed his eyes and leaned up to cup my neck. I felt his influence infiltrate, and I let myself be overtaken even though I could fight it. Another spear of desire hit me. It was a foreign all-consuming sensation. It was more intense and edged with desperation. After a moment, I realized Ty was making me feel his desire.
Without another thought, I jumped on him. My bra was flung to the side in a quick motion, and then my bare chest was flush against his. I reached down to his pants and started shoving them down. His bulge rasped against my hand, and he let out a rough gasp.
Something crashed to the ground, and an unfamiliar gasp sounded out. I threw myself back and tipped off the bed. With a squeak, I landed on my butt, scrambling for linens to cover my bare chest. I looked for the source and found a tall, regal, purple-haired woman standing at the door, her face completely shocked.
As I scrambled to cover myself, I finally recognized the Fae who worked on the upkeep of the fortress. Her hair was an easily recognizable marker. Face crimson, I scrambled to collect my shirt and bra.
“Oh, I had no idea you were in here. I’m sorry, Tyran.” The woman named Cybel was visibly flustered.
I gave her my back as I shoved my arms
