Fey Conquest By S. Rodman
Fey Lords, Book1
320 pages
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Blurb:
He is morally grey, with all the red flags. He isn’t human. He conquered Earth and claimed me as his pet.
So why don’t I hate him?
Prince Rhydian Y Mabinogi. As beautiful as he is cruel. The man of my dreams, and of my nightmares.
I was just a normal human man. Now I am his pet. He will never see me as his equal, as his partner. I don’t even know why I want him to.
I should hate him. I should try to escape. I should loathe the things he does to me every night.
But as I come to know the twisted politics of this cruel and violent fey court he dragged me into. I can’t help suspect there is far more to Rhydian than meets the eye.
I think under his icy armour, one thing is true.
He needs me.
Tropes: Enemies to lovers. Hurt/comfort. Touch him & die. Captor/captive.
Content Warnings:
Dubious consent,Non consent (not between main characters),Exhibitionism,Somnophilia,Abduction,Captivity,Physical punishment,Suicide (Mention of),Murder (Mention of)
“Are you going to introduce your new pet to us?” someone drawls sweetly.
I freeze. Every muscle locks into place. Oh f***.
“Why? It’s just a pet,” shrugs the prince. Though I guess if these are his brothers, everyone here is a prince. I’m going to have to start thinking of him by his name.
“What did you do to him to get him to behave so nicely?”
The prince, my prince. No, that sounds all kinds of wrong. Rhydian shrugs.
“Nothing. He is naturally meek.”
Indignation coils through my guts. Well, f*** him. I’d like to see how brave he would be if he was abducted by aliens.
“What a shame. Hopefully, he will settle and show his fire and then you will get to punish him.”
My gaze flicks up to the fey who has just spoken. It’s the one with the long lilac hair. His dark horns curl tightly behind his head. He is resting his elbows on the table and his chin on the palms of his hands. The look in his eyes is positively salacious.
“Sew his lips shut for speaking when not spoken to,” he suggests.
“Seal his ears and eyes shut with hot wax,” says someone else.
The fey with night dark hair laughs. “Cut off his pretty little ***k and keep it in a jar.”
A squeak escapes me at that. Rhydian’s hand on my shoulder pushes me back down into my chair. I hadn’t even realised that I had risen. The princes all smirk at my reaction. Assholes.
I really f***ing hope that they are winding me up. Mocking me. But I have a sinking feeling they are not. Cruelty seems as if it suits them. My mother would probably say something about their auras pulsing with it.
The conversation drifts on. I’m already forgotten. A toy they are bored with. It shouldn’t rankle, but it does. I guess my self-preservation skills are not that great after all if I’m thinking bad attention is better than no attention. Now is so not the time to be a drama queen.
I love characters who are scarred & broken by life, who, through the course of finding true love, discover they are strong.
Despite everything, I will always believe that love conquers all.
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