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flowers or an embroidered cushion.
But no one would ever know she had such feelings. The only emotions she ever revealed were anger, hate and joy. She had complete control over what she thought of as her only real weakness, the desire to please a father who didn’t care.
No, try as she might, she could never deny, even to herself, how disinterested in her Orane actually was. Perhaps if she had been a male sprite or had less of her mother’s fiery nature, she could have captured his interest. Orane’s violent breakup with her mother meant he had even less time and interest in her than he had before. When he looked at her, Zenia suspected, he saw the ex-wife he now despised.
Orane was a Son of Air, the coldest, most intellectual and emotionless of air sprites, a powerful king of that one element. But Zenia’s mother, Zenobia, was a Daughter of Fire, and that left Zenia with passion in her veins, desire and an aching hunger for power. She was no cold breath of an air sprite like her father. No flighty sylph. She was all fire, rage and passion, a fire elemental, a salamander at heart like her mother.
But if she could obtain more power, perhaps become stronger in magic than even Orane himself, he’d have to sit up and take notice. If she could show him the jewels she’d collected from half fae, if she could take the throne herself… Oh, that would impress him, surely.
Brock’s cawing refocused her in the moment. He had more questions in his eyes.
“Speak, then, slave.”
“Why have you not killed the Promised One?”
“By the Dark Path, I have tried to kill the sniveling mortal bitch any number of times!” The rage in her voice was enough to silence Brock and make him bow his head. “One never knows with a half-breed, half-fae bitch whether she’ll turn out to be mortal or immortal, but all signs indicate Lillian Rudolph is the latter. Little whore has come through every mishap unscathed.” Brock nodded, and Zenia set her mouth in a firm line. She did not need to tell him the rest.
She wasn’t too worried, though. She’d separated Lilly from two men who might have been her fated mates ten years ago, and they had never returned for her. One had even given her turquoise, the so-called Blue Spirit Stone, and even that gift had not brought Lilly into any permanent love connection with two fated mates, so all seemed safe in that regard. Zenia sighed and watched a feather blow across the wide expanse of white beach.
Brock cleared his throat, catching her attention. “Surely, Mistress, with your cleverness and power you can triumph over any half fae, whether she’s mortal or not.”
Zenia let a small grin spread across her face. As always, Brock had said just the right thing to cheer her up. That was why she valued him. Thoughts of the cruelty and pain she could inflict upon her half sister, even if she could not kill her, revived her sex drive. She pushed Brock to the ground again and sat on him.
A slow smile spread across her lips. “Mortals have more weaknesses than you can possibly imagine, Brock. Your mistress uses the emotions of human and half-human fools against them. I use what they love the most, what they hate. I twist love like a knife in their hearts.”
The birdman quivered beneath her, and she realized she’d frightened him. “Do you know how I did that with Lillian?” She didn’t wait for the birdman to answer. Laughing, she threw back her head and smiled up at the gray winter sky. “Touch me.”
Brock slid his humanlike hands under her buttocks. With his claws retracted, they felt almost like a man’s hands. He massaged wide circles on her ass. He knew what she liked and began pulling the string of her red thong up and down. He pulled it tighter, and it brushed along her clit at the front and up her ass at the back. She intermittently gave little gasps of pleasure, but she didn’t stop talking about the subject which was, after all, of the utmost importance.
“I disguised myself
But no one would ever know she had such feelings. The only emotions she ever revealed were anger, hate and joy. She had complete control over what she thought of as her only real weakness, the desire to please a father who didn’t care.
No, try as she might, she could never deny, even to herself, how disinterested in her Orane actually was. Perhaps if she had been a male sprite or had less of her mother’s fiery nature, she could have captured his interest. Orane’s violent breakup with her mother meant he had even less time and interest in her than he had before. When he looked at her, Zenia suspected, he saw the ex-wife he now despised.
Orane was a Son of Air, the coldest, most intellectual and emotionless of air sprites, a powerful king of that one element. But Zenia’s mother, Zenobia, was a Daughter of Fire, and that left Zenia with passion in her veins, desire and an aching hunger for power. She was no cold breath of an air sprite like her father. No flighty sylph. She was all fire, rage and passion, a fire elemental, a salamander at heart like her mother.
But if she could obtain more power, perhaps become stronger in magic than even Orane himself, he’d have to sit up and take notice. If she could show him the jewels she’d collected from half fae, if she could take the throne herself… Oh, that would impress him, surely.
Brock’s cawing refocused her in the moment. He had more questions in his eyes.
“Speak, then, slave.”
“Why have you not killed the Promised One?”
“By the Dark Path, I have tried to kill the sniveling mortal bitch any number of times!” The rage in her voice was enough to silence Brock and make him bow his head. “One never knows with a half-breed, half-fae bitch whether she’ll turn out to be mortal or immortal, but all signs indicate Lillian Rudolph is the latter. Little whore has come through every mishap unscathed.” Brock nodded, and Zenia set her mouth in a firm line. She did not need to tell him the rest.
She wasn’t too worried, though. She’d separated Lilly from two men who might have been her fated mates ten years ago, and they had never returned for her. One had even given her turquoise, the so-called Blue Spirit Stone, and even that gift had not brought Lilly into any permanent love connection with two fated mates, so all seemed safe in that regard. Zenia sighed and watched a feather blow across the wide expanse of white beach.
Brock cleared his throat, catching her attention. “Surely, Mistress, with your cleverness and power you can triumph over any half fae, whether she’s mortal or not.”
Zenia let a small grin spread across her face. As always, Brock had said just the right thing to cheer her up. That was why she valued him. Thoughts of the cruelty and pain she could inflict upon her half sister, even if she could not kill her, revived her sex drive. She pushed Brock to the ground again and sat on him.
A slow smile spread across her lips. “Mortals have more weaknesses than you can possibly imagine, Brock. Your mistress uses the emotions of human and half-human fools against them. I use what they love the most, what they hate. I twist love like a knife in their hearts.”
The birdman quivered beneath her, and she realized she’d frightened him. “Do you know how I did that with Lillian?” She didn’t wait for the birdman to answer. Laughing, she threw back her head and smiled up at the gray winter sky. “Touch me.”
Brock slid his humanlike hands under her buttocks. With his claws retracted, they felt almost like a man’s hands. He massaged wide circles on her ass. He knew what she liked and began pulling the string of her red thong up and down. He pulled it tighter, and it brushed along her clit at the front and up her ass at the back. She intermittently gave little gasps of pleasure, but she didn’t stop talking about the subject which was, after all, of the utmost importance.
“I disguised myself
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