Groin. I liked that word because it sounded much better than thinking my girl worked near cocks. I even let her eat lunch, get some energy into her. She’d need it. I’d taken her, and the wraiths hadn’t come. Now I couldn’t get enough. I could have her without turning her into a fae female. I’d never let the wraiths touch her, and once I explained why I couldn’t mate her, she’d understand. At the end of her day, even though I knew her feet hurt from the stupid heels she felt she had to wear for me, and even though I knew she was tired, I took her back to my quarters. I almost felt sorry for her sore little ass. Almost. I tied her up and bounced her on top of my cock. Her long blonde hair—I knew it wasn’t hers—fell over her pretty tits, and her body looked beautiful crisscrossed with rope over and under her tits. I tied her hands too, so she couldn’t move. I pressed my heels against the bed and lifted my hips, then paused and left her there, impaled.
