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Chapter 17 : Meeting with the Guys
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Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 18 : Taking Care of Business
*Fynn*It was a relief to see my men. It was clear that they had questions, but they were too polite to ask them in front of Sage. It was the first time I'd seen them present any sort of manners actually. I couldn't help but wonder how long that would last."I'm wearing thin. What else do we need to get done today?" Ragnar announced, bracing his forearms on the table."I think Sage needs a mount of her own. I'm tired of sharing Alastor," I said. I'd been considering what I wanted to get for her. She would probably be more comfortable on a horse of her own. I didn't want to get her something too fast or powerful, but I wanted her to be able to get away in an emergency. I had an idea of what to get, I just had to find it."Are you sure she hasn't already had a mount of her own?" Ronan asked, one eyebrow raised and a dangerous smile on his lips."You're disgusting," I dismissed. I glanced at Sage, surprised to see that she was ignoring the comment completely. I was used to he
Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 19 : Road Crew
*Sage*Supper last night was quiet. I felt like the men were trying to get a feel for me, working to try and decide how they felt about me. I wasn't sure if Fynn ever told them the truth about the nature of our relationship, but they were friendly enough.I slept hard, though I woke several times to the sound of loud crashing outside of our tavern room. Fynn had made a wall of linens and pillows between us, which was a difficult message to interpret. I couldn't decide if he was trying to put some new boundary between us, or if he was concerned I might be upset with him about the situation the previous night.I tried not to dwell on it this morning as we all prepared to leave. I had a breakfast of some sort of sweet pastry and fresh berries, and I felt surprisingly invigorated by it. I was also excited to go and see my very own horse.As a child, I'd always loved horses, but they were expensive and not exactly in my budget, or my mother's for that matter. Here, they were practic
Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 20 : Consequences
"How did you know to order that?" I grinned at him. "That guy sent me the first one," I told him, pointing to the man at the bar."The first one? You've had more than one?" Fynn demanded."Maybe." I giggled, feeling better than I'd felt in years.Fynn stormed off to confront the man at the bar. I watched him grab the man by the collar of the shirt. It was such a masculine gesture, the way he got in the man's face snarling and demanding. I licked my lips, enjoying the sight.The man at the bar pointed over to Ragnar, and I turned to see what Ragnar was doing now. He was sitting at a table with the two girls from earlier, one sitting on each of his massive thighs. One of the girls was running a hand along his face, and the other was kissing his neck. Ragnar winked at Fynn, who glared in response.Fynn released the stranger at the bar, stomping back over to where I sat. Fynn grabbed all of the pints of beer left in front of us, downing the last bits of each one."Ew, Fynn,
Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 21 : Ballastrad
Fynn and I didn't talk about what happened the night before. I felt like I should be embarrassed about how I had acted, but I couldn't make myself feel ashamed. The tension between us had been building for too long. It was some of the best sex I'd had in my entire life.We got ready in relative silence, but Fynn seemed to be in a chipper mood for once. I didn't want to feel too self-assured, but it did make me feel a little better that my notoriously grumpy guide just so happened to be in a better mood since we had sex the night before. Really good sex.When we made it down to the tavern, Ronan and Ragnar were already at the same table from last night, though they were both holding their heads in their hands."Rough night?" Fynn asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down hard in it.I sat down across from him, looking between the men. "Where's Magnus?" I asked."No one knows." Ronan shrugged."Only the gods know," Ragnar grumbled at the same time.Fynn grinned, and I ret
Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 22 : Making Camp
*Fynn*The green and gold tent always seemed gaudy to me. I would have been just fine in one of the tan canvas tents that my soldiers stayed in, or at the very most, in one of the moss-colored tents that my commanders stayed in. Many of my men insisted that I stay in the lavish green monstrosity though, and I quit fighting it years ago.I liked the fact that they built pens for the horses so close by though. Alastor was more loyal than a dog, and I liked being able to keep him near me. It was comforting to do most of his care myself, as I trusted my ability to know what he needed way more than I did the stable hands when we were traveling through town.We all dismounted, taking the tack off our horses and placing it in trunks by their pen. The horses were turned loose once we had them secured behind a fence. They seemed to divide themselves into two groups—the horses that went straight to the water trough, and the ones who took the opportunity to roll in the sparse grass.I fel
Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 23 : New Normal
*Sage*I wanted to ask more questions. I wanted to demand that he tell me exactly what the hell just happened, but I couldn't really make the words form.The image of the woman who appeared in the mist was practically seared into my mind. She was an ethereal beauty, the kind of person that fashion magazines would photoshop their models to try and look like. Her features were sharp and fine, with the sort of look about her that made me jealous down to my core.I didn't know if she even had access to makeup, so I wasn't sure if that was her natural beauty or not, but I felt incredibly inadequate as I was. Her lashes were full and long, her lips a pale pink that seemed to be the exact perfect nude shade that every makeup brand was going for. She had brilliant blue eyes the color of cornflowers, and long, blonde hair that flowed like water past her shoulders and down her back.And she had some sort of romantic history with Fynn.I still felt like a fool for the way I had thrown m
Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 24 : Service
The sun was high overhead before I decided to drag myself out of bed. It was the clattering of armor that woke me up, and it was just a little too warm to stay under the furs any longer.There was a wash basin in front of a mirror with clean water in it. I used it to wash my face and do my best to get a little cleaner. I wasn't sure if Fynn left it for me because I was starting to gross him out, or because he finally understood how much I valued being able to get clean, but either way, I appreciated it.I sort of hoped that it was because I had finally gotten too gross for him to tolerate. He needed to know what the consequences of his decisions were. If he didn't want to trust me, fine, but it meant that I was going to be so grimy and disgusting that he couldn't stand to share a bed with me. Maybe he'd kick me out of the bed though, and I hated that idea.Grabbing my dress from the rack, I pulled it over my head and cinched up the silver belt around my waist. If I could at least
Falling for my Fae Captor Chapter 25 : After the Battle
*Fynn*I marched back through the camp. I had chosen to let Alastor rest today, but I missed being mounted on the battlefield. We had seen some success, but I no longer got excited over small victories. I'd been in wars for nearly a century, there was nothing new to me here. We would gain ground, only to lose it in the following battle, or the following weeks, or months, or years. There were no long-term wins or losses.Still, there was a certain adrenaline rush about coming off the field for the day that I found difficult to fight off. It surged through my veins and had my thoughts clouded. I used to join my soldiers for bare-knuckle boxing afterward to take the edge off, but I wasn't in the mood for that tonight. I could hear them already chanting the names of the men who tended to win the matches, the way they stomped their feet and yelled from around their makeshift boxing ring.I ignored it, marching back through the camp toward my tent. Ragnar and Magnus had come back early
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