Chapter 51 Elowen
ELOWEN
“What are you talking about?” I ask, hearing the quiver in my voice. I don’t know what Salazar wants from me, but I’m almost afraid to find out. His smile doesn’t look quite so kind and friendly anymore and there’s a spark of something in his burning eyes that makes me extremely uncomfortable.
“I’ll tell you what I mean,” he says. “But first, you haven’t answered my question yet. What is it you fear the most?”
“I…I…” I’m not sure how to answer him. I’m too embarrassed to tell the truth.
However, Salazar seems to already know.
“Let me guess,” he purrs, staring at me intently. “You’re a priestess and a Fae—at least half-Fae, anyway.”
“Well…yes,” I admit, wondering where he’s going with this.
“And your eyes are still blue…which means you’re still a virgin,” he continues.
Oh no—I’m beginning to have a very bad feeling about this—a squirmy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“But you’re also under a lust curse,” Salazar says.
“What? How the fuck do you know that?” Theron demands.
Salazar shrugs, his narrow shoulders rolling gracefully.
“Evil calls to evil. Besides, I can smell her need from here.” He smiles at Theron. “As I’m sure you can as well, my dear Drake.”
Shame rolls over me and I feel like I want to sink through the floor. Oh Goddess, they can both smell how badly I’m in need? I wish I was dead!
“Don’t be embarrassed, my dear,” Salazar says smoothly. “It’s a lovely aroma—truly. Quite enough to get any red-blooded male excited.”
And he shifts in his chair, as though adjusting himself.
Theron glares at him.
“I told you—you’re not touching her!”
“And I told you, of course I’m not—you are,” the demon says, frowning.
“What do you mean?” I demand. “Stop dancing around the issue—what the fuck do you want in return for the coal?”
“I want her greatest fear to come true.” Salazar’s eyes burn brighter. “I want you to change the color of her eyes. It’s clear the little priestess is afraid of losing her purity—if she wasn’t and you weren’t afraid you’d change her eyes, they’d be green already instead of virgin-blue.”
“No—I won’t fucking do that to her,” I say at once.
“Why not? What’s stopping you? Is it because you love her and don’t want to hurt her?” Salazar asks, arching an eyebrow at me.
“Because he wouldn’t just change the color of my eyes—that’s not how the curse works!” Elowen blurts. “I’d get pregnant—right away. Not just a little bit, either—it happened to my fellow priestesses and all of them gave birth just a few days later.”
“Ah, I see…” Salazar nods wisely. “So the first part of the curse is endless lust—the second part is instant pregnancy.”
“Exactly.” She nods.
“Hmm…well then, maybe I can help you.” He waves a hand at her and Elowen stiffens at once.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” I turn on him feeling my Drake pressing against me to get out, both of us boiling with protective rage.
“Why, I removed the second part of the curse, of course. You’re welcome, my dear,” he says, smiling at her.
Elowen puts a hand to her chest, her eyes going wide.
“I feel…different.”
“Of course you do,” Salazar gives her a charming smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“If you can remove the second half of the curse, why not remove the first half too?” I ask.
“Ah, because I don’t want to.” Salazar gives an oily laugh. “Think of it—she wants you so badly, my dear Drake and yet neither of you dares to act on her need because she fears you’ll change the color of her eyes. It’s absolutely delicious.”
I feel a growl rising in my throat.
“I don’t care if you removed the pregnancy part of the curse—I’m still not changing the color of her eyes.”
“Well then…let’s try a compromise,” the demon suggests.
“What…what kind of compromise?” Elowen asks.
“The kind where you walk right up to the edge of your greatest fear…and see if you can keep from falling over,” he says.
“You’ll let your handsome Drake enter you—even thrust in you.
If he can keep himself from shooting his seed deep inside you and changing the color of your eyes, then you get the living coal. ”
Elowen’s face is pale as paper, but she still manages to talk.
“But what if he does change the color of my eyes?” she whispers.
“Then I’ll still give you the coal!” Salazar tells her, smiling broadly. “Because either way, I’ll be able to harvest your fear.” He gives her a sly smile. “And, I should imagine, a fair amount of lust as well. What do you say?”
I look at Elowen and she looks at me. I can feel the need flowing between us and I can smell the rich scent of her feminine desire. But there’s something else in the air as well—fear. She’s afraid of me—probably ever since she saw my Drake’s shaft.
“It has to be up to you, baby,” I say to her. “But if we do this, I promise it’s just my shaft you’d be dealing with—not my Drake’s.”
At once the fear in the air starts to dissipate and she looks ever so slightly relieved. I’m glad she feels better, but it’s still a bitter realization. She might be willing to take my Drake’s tongue insider her, but it’s clear she draws the line at his cock.
Not that I blame her—his shaft is fucking frightening because of its size and all the ridges. Still, I can’t help feeling my Drake’s emotions of pain and rejection.
“It’s not that I don’t like your Drake,” Elowen says quickly. “I do—but he’s so big.”
“Ah—so many delicious fears and terrors!” Salazar croons. “I shall feast well tonight!”
“We haven’t said we’ll do it yet,” I remind him.
“Yes, we will.” Elowen lifts her chin and looks at me. “We’ll do it.”
I shake my head.
“But baby…I don’t know if I can hold off. It’s been so long, and I want you so fucking badly.” So does my Drake, I don’t add aloud. It’s his lust that’s making me doubt my own ability to do this—his need and possessive desire for her that makes me fear I’ll change the color of her eyes.
“I trust you,” Elowen says firmly. “And there’s no other way to get the coal. So we have to do it.”
“Well…if you’re sure,” I say.
She nods.
“I’m sure.”
So I guess we’re doing this but I have to admit, I have a bad fucking feeling about it—a very bad feeling indeed.