and I chuckled darkly. “Please, tell me what your asshole mates have been up to, so I don’t feel so bad when I tell you what my king has been telling me,” I insisted, fighting to keep my power within me, instead of acting like Ryder when he wanted to intimidate me.
“Blane argued that I should be moved into the tower until this child is born,” Ciara seethed. “Can you imagine being in that place for weeks? Like, I’m not a fucking damsel. I’m the mother of fucking dragons!” She swung one arm through the air while still bouncing Fury, though a little faster in her anger. Not that he minded at all. He waved his arms happily, making bubbles with his lips, staring at the women with an innocent smile.
“Well, as long as winter isn’t coming, you can be the mother of dragons,” I muttered, holding up my hands in mock surrender, and Icelyn coughed, choking on her tea. We all turned to look at her, and my lips tightened with the smile I tried to restrain.
“Oh, I’m not coming anytime soon. My body is healing slowly, and the goddess knows that we don’t need me to have an orgasm and bring a winter storm. So, rest assured, winter is not coming.” Icelyn shivered then smiled sheepishly.
We laughed, which seemed to lighten everyone’s spirits in the room. Thanks to binge-watching Game of Thrones last month, we all had jokes about winter, and what happened when it came. Icelyn also affected the weather when she experienced mood swings, so the catchphrase was a big hit. At least that wasn’t one element I could control with my moods.
“Sinjinn also thinks the babes and I should be held in the tower until it is safe to roam the stronghold. I don’t enjoy the idea. We’re up there the majority of the time as is, with all the alarms going off nonstop lately.” Icelyn frowned as she bounced Fiona in her arms, and I smiled sadly. Fiona had silver hair that, while different, was beautiful. Wide, green eyes like her fathers were alert. She peered at the woman who had carried her and Finn with an expression of love.
My gaze strayed to Lilith, who had been silent, and she huffed out a sigh before standing and pacing in the middle of the room. “Asrian is an asshole. He told me today that if I couldn’t be useful, I should just go to my room. I mean, I get that they’re stressed out because of everything happening, but since when do they get to lock us up or order us about?”
“Nobody puts Baby in the corner,” I muttered.
“What?” Lilith countered.
“Who is Baby?” Ciara asked, confusion playing across her face.
“Never mind, it’s from a movie. Anyone else?” I turned to Olivia, who smirked, knowing exactly what I was asking. She would know since she had Fae-Per-View on hand, with Demon-on-Demand.
“Zahruk used me and fed, and then he left without so much as a goodbye less than an hour ago,” Darynda grumbled from where she’d entered the room. “Like hey, I just fed you with my vagina, you’re welcome! He didn’t even pretend to care who fed him.”
“I thought we decided to ignore Zahruk when he was hungry?” I asked softly without judgment.
“Handmaidens don’t get a choice in the matter, Synthia. We’re here to serve, which means if he wants to fuck me, I bend over and take it. Not that it’s so bad. He’s a generous lover and hung like a horse.” The women laughed as Darynda blushed to her pretty auburn-colored roots. “It’s just that there are feelings involved, and not on his end. I want more than to be used for food, or being bent over a table in his bedroom, fucked for hours, and then told to leave.” Darynda’s sad eyes looked down to the floor in front of her. “This last time, he was rougher than usual. He used my hair to hold me, and then instead of only using my uh, well, using that, he used my mouth. He’s never done that.” She looked at me as a tear ran down her cheek. “Zahruk