Trapped (Imprisoned by the Fae 1)

The heat shoots right through me. The jolt of attraction has me trembling, my pussy clenching as it demands him to touch me in other places. I’m immediately turned on.

Jesus. I want Rys.

And that’s when he starts to move again.

His hand shifts first. Up, down, a swivel to the side. I can’t let myself break contact with him. It feels so good—it feels so right—and I let his arm guide mine.

Rys leans in. His wavy, tawny hair falls forward like a curtain as he lowers his head, closing the gap between us. I feel the hot air of his breath fanning my cheek as he purrs, “Dance with me, Leannán.”

That’s not my true name, either. It doesn’t matter. I’m helpless to do anything except what he’s commanded me to.

His arm slips around my waist, tugging me so that our bodies are pressed together. This close, I can tell that he’s as aroused as I am. His erection is a hard bulge that pokes me in my belly. I wish I could angle it a little lower, aim it right where I need it, but sex seems to be the last thing on his mind.

He… really wants to dance.

Rys leads. I don’t have any idea what I’m doing, but I follow him blindly because, well, why not? In the back of my mind, I vaguely remember the last time I did anything like this. It was prom, eight years ago, and Jim dragged me to the dance floor despite my protests.

I let him lead then, too.

“Your oubliette...” he whispers.

My what?

In between trying to focus on the now and dwelling on the past, I kind of forgot all about what we’d been talking about before he asked me a dance. It’s hard to think. My body is responding to Rys’s soft sway and I’m more interested in taking control of this dance and leading him toward the cot when I suddenly remember.

Matching his whisper, I keep my voice low. “What… what about it?”

“Have you noticed how often the guards force me from my cell and put me underground?”

I… I have. It’s kind of hard not to. My first few days inside the prison, I didn’t even meet Rys straight off because he was missing. And, sure, he told me that part of the reason why he kept being tossed in there was because he was keeping me from being punished… but I hadn’t even been imprisoned yet when he spent a time away from his cells in the beginning.

“You know part of it,” he murmurs, his hot hand a brand on my hip as he turns me, keeping my back to the bars. “But what you don’t know is that I want to be tossed into the oubliette. I was a guard for a long, long time. I know every inch of this prison. I know how potent the iron trapping faerie kind inside these cells is… and I know that there isn’t any iron near the shadowy holes.”

I think I understand a little more now. “No iron… doesn’t that mean you can escape? There’s nothing keeping you trapped there.”

Except it’s, you know, a hole. We already established that. And it’s so dark, the Light Fae can’t trigger any portals since there’s definitely no light. But it has to mean something. Why else would Rys be telling me this now?

An amused expression flickers across his face before he lowers his chin, brushing his lips across the top of my head in a gentle kiss. “Oh, Leannán. If only it were that simple. There’s just the one way out of Siúcra, nothing changes that. But don’t fret. While the shadows make it impossible for me to use my power, it doesn’t stop me from renewing it. It’s how I can conjure a little faerie fire every now and again.”

So it’s like he’s recharging his batteries. He gets the juice and, when he returns to his cell, the iron drains it out of him—but if Rys is quick enough, he has some of his Seelie magic.

Well, that explains why he looked model perfect when they let us out of the oubliette last time. He could use glamour until they put us back into our cell.

“Okay. And that’s going to help us get out of here?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

As we dance, he tells me the next part of his plan. He continues to sway while he murmurs. My body is helpless to do anything but follow his lead. I’m barely listening to him, so focused on just the feel of his body against mine.

Besides, none of what he’s saying makes much sense to me. My head feels foggy, like I’ve been drinking and I’m two sips past the best of my intentions. Reveling in his embrace, I decide that, for as long as he’s holding me close, I don’t want to think about the future.

I don’t want to think about the danger in trying to escape the Faerie prison. How risky it is to put our faith in the one guard that Rys has on his side (though I make it a point not to mention I already knew he was working with one when Rys casually throws it in there). How many things could go wrong. What I’m going to have to sacrifice to really leave… and what’s going to happen if it works.

Rys seems certain that his plan won’t fail. Considering how nearly everything has gone wrong for me since I walked through the fairy circle, it’s probably best that I leave it all to him. That way, if it inevitably goes sideways, at least it wasn’t completely my fault.

There’s only one thing that sticks out in my mind, though. His whole plan hinges on being thrown in the oubliette. Like he said before, he needs to be left to the mercies of the shadows for some time before I join him. Without him there to take any punishments the cruel guards might want to dish out on me, all I have to do is make some of the guards angry enough to get tossed into the oubliette after Rys.