Bound to the Fey (Book Four of The Mortal Champion): (A Supernatural, Fairy, College, Erotic Romance) by Reed James Page A
Authors: Reed James
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bitch!”
“Yes, the little cunt was right!” Corrigan snarled, jerking harder on the flail and pulling Gunnar along behind her. She was far stronger than he thought, his arm tearing at his shoulder joint as he struggled to fight her. “You will howl tonight, Gunnar! You will be my fucking hound and grovel at my feet.”
“Never!” Gunnar spat as the icy chains around his heart tightened. A strange part of him wanted to be hers, wanted to finish submitting to her domination. He had come so close to giving in during their games. By playing along he had, at some deep level, come to think of her as mistress. “I'm Maeve's!”
“You were that Pixie's!” Corrigan seized him by the throat as he entered his frigid bedroom.
Icy winds full of icy daggers attacked him, shredding his clothes, leaving bleeding scratches. Gunnar grit his teeth, ignoring the pain. Corrigan hurled him with one hand onto the bed. The frosted sheets crackled beneath him, icy shards digging into his back.
“But you didn't love her enough to trust her,” Corrigan mocked. “You didn't love her enough to see through my glamour. You let fear tear apart your love. And that left you so vulnerable to me.”
Gunnar tried to fight as his arms were stretched over his head, manacles of ice freezing his hands to the headboard. “Well, I still love her! She wasn't a monster! She should have told me she was a Pixie, but I would have forgiven her. I love her!”
“Not enough!” Corrigan slammed the icy flail across his chest. Gunnar howled in pain. “You called me Mistress. You've already began to submit.”
Crack!
Blood matted his chest, leaking from a dozen, red gashes, the bubbling blood frothing into pink ice.
“And you will howl in pain until you submit, Mortal Champion.”
“What?” Gunnar demanded, fighting the pain, clutching on to Maeve's face.
Crack!
“You will wield the Balance for me as my faithful hound! You will tip the Equilibrium into Winter's favor.”
Crack!
“I will make you run down your precious Maeve!”
Crack!
“I will laugh as you rip her to pieces and feast on her entrails!”
“Never!” he howled, bleeding stripes covering his broad chest, stomach, and thighs. “I'll never be your fucking hound. I will never hurt Maeve!”
Crack!
“The pain ends when you call me Mistress, hound.”
Crack!
“The torment ends when you grovel at my feet and beg to be my hellhound.”
Crack!
Gunnar's arms bulged as he fought against the numbing ice entombing his wrists. His entire body was agony. His skin was raw. Every crack of the flail sent pain flaring through his body. He concentrated on Maeve. He pictured her face, focusing on it.
Maeve's the Mistress of my heart.
Crack!
Gunnar cried and screamed, bucking on the frozen bed.
“Be my hound!”
Crack!
“Let the pain end!”
Crack!
“Call me Mistress!”
“No!”
Crack!
He kept screaming his denials. Every time was harder than the last. His body was icy fire. He burned and froze. The ice was so cold, he felt on fire. His tears froze to his cheeks, his spittle to his lips.
And the flail kept falling.
I can be strong.
Right?
For Maeve?
Crack!
Chapter Nine: Moonbeams
Gunnar didn't come to class. And neither did Corrigan.
Fear gripped Maeve's stomach as she went through the motions of school. She feared her gambit to plant distrust in Gunnar's mind had backfired. Now only the challenge remained. Be strong, Gunnar. I'll free you from her control. I hope you'll be able to love me again, but...
The anguish in his eyes still haunted Maeve. He had been so hurt, so devastated by Corrigan's trick.
Maeve put that concern out of her mind. Either way, she would free Gunnar. She would live with the consequences. It was better for Gunnar to be free and happy than to be any Fey's prisoner. Maeve would always cherish their month together and the ring he gave her.
She walked to the sorority with Evan, Akiko, Brad, Felicity, Raven, Billie Jo, and the rest of
“Yes, the little cunt was right!” Corrigan snarled, jerking harder on the flail and pulling Gunnar along behind her. She was far stronger than he thought, his arm tearing at his shoulder joint as he struggled to fight her. “You will howl tonight, Gunnar! You will be my fucking hound and grovel at my feet.”
“Never!” Gunnar spat as the icy chains around his heart tightened. A strange part of him wanted to be hers, wanted to finish submitting to her domination. He had come so close to giving in during their games. By playing along he had, at some deep level, come to think of her as mistress. “I'm Maeve's!”
“You were that Pixie's!” Corrigan seized him by the throat as he entered his frigid bedroom.
Icy winds full of icy daggers attacked him, shredding his clothes, leaving bleeding scratches. Gunnar grit his teeth, ignoring the pain. Corrigan hurled him with one hand onto the bed. The frosted sheets crackled beneath him, icy shards digging into his back.
“But you didn't love her enough to trust her,” Corrigan mocked. “You didn't love her enough to see through my glamour. You let fear tear apart your love. And that left you so vulnerable to me.”
Gunnar tried to fight as his arms were stretched over his head, manacles of ice freezing his hands to the headboard. “Well, I still love her! She wasn't a monster! She should have told me she was a Pixie, but I would have forgiven her. I love her!”
“Not enough!” Corrigan slammed the icy flail across his chest. Gunnar howled in pain. “You called me Mistress. You've already began to submit.”
Crack!
Blood matted his chest, leaking from a dozen, red gashes, the bubbling blood frothing into pink ice.
“And you will howl in pain until you submit, Mortal Champion.”
“What?” Gunnar demanded, fighting the pain, clutching on to Maeve's face.
Crack!
“You will wield the Balance for me as my faithful hound! You will tip the Equilibrium into Winter's favor.”
Crack!
“I will make you run down your precious Maeve!”
Crack!
“I will laugh as you rip her to pieces and feast on her entrails!”
“Never!” he howled, bleeding stripes covering his broad chest, stomach, and thighs. “I'll never be your fucking hound. I will never hurt Maeve!”
Crack!
“The pain ends when you call me Mistress, hound.”
Crack!
“The torment ends when you grovel at my feet and beg to be my hellhound.”
Crack!
Gunnar's arms bulged as he fought against the numbing ice entombing his wrists. His entire body was agony. His skin was raw. Every crack of the flail sent pain flaring through his body. He concentrated on Maeve. He pictured her face, focusing on it.
Maeve's the Mistress of my heart.
Crack!
Gunnar cried and screamed, bucking on the frozen bed.
“Be my hound!”
Crack!
“Let the pain end!”
Crack!
“Call me Mistress!”
“No!”
Crack!
He kept screaming his denials. Every time was harder than the last. His body was icy fire. He burned and froze. The ice was so cold, he felt on fire. His tears froze to his cheeks, his spittle to his lips.
And the flail kept falling.
I can be strong.
Right?
For Maeve?
Crack!
Chapter Nine: Moonbeams
Gunnar didn't come to class. And neither did Corrigan.
Fear gripped Maeve's stomach as she went through the motions of school. She feared her gambit to plant distrust in Gunnar's mind had backfired. Now only the challenge remained. Be strong, Gunnar. I'll free you from her control. I hope you'll be able to love me again, but...
The anguish in his eyes still haunted Maeve. He had been so hurt, so devastated by Corrigan's trick.
Maeve put that concern out of her mind. Either way, she would free Gunnar. She would live with the consequences. It was better for Gunnar to be free and happy than to be any Fey's prisoner. Maeve would always cherish their month together and the ring he gave her.
She walked to the sorority with Evan, Akiko, Brad, Felicity, Raven, Billie Jo, and the rest of
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