Enslaved: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 3) by Callie Wild Page B

She ’ ll never be the fairy that I was or even you were . Best if she goes back to her farm and shovels manure .
    “Heliotrope, you always were more witch than Fae.” Her fairy godmother’s ghost was as tough and opinionated as the woman herself had been in life. “I should have stolen Calliope away from you on her christening day and never looked back.”
    “Please, Melinda, I appreciate your help,” Calliope said, grateful to hear from Melinda after months of silence. “But I need to have my wits about me. The fewer voices at the moment, the better.”
    “Of course, dear,” Melinda said. “But know that I believe in you. The magic has always been strong within you. Believe in your power, the way you did last night. Aaron will help. His love for you is strong.”
    His lust for her is more like it .
    “He loves you, Calliope,” Melinda insisted. “Have faith, and by the end of this day you may be very pleasantly surprised.”
    Or dead . We ’ ll find out soon enough .
    Her mother’s voice was right. The tall spires of the Beauvielle castle were in sight. It wouldn’t be long before they would be able to feel the heat of the lava that filled the moat, and hear the roar of the creature that guarded the entrance to Rosamund’s chamber.
    “Goddess, be with me.” Calliope closed her eyes and reached out to the Goddess. “Aid me in this, that I may protect Aaron and his brother and free Rosamund from her long sleep. Guide my hand and my power.”
    The voices in her mind were quiet then. Calliope took it as a sign that the Goddess was indeed with her. And it was a good thing too.
    She was going to need all the help she could get.

CHAPTER NINE
    Aaron
    “I’ve changed my mind.” Aaron lay in the grass as Calliope finished her lunch—no sense going to face an enchanted castle without a last meal. “I want you to stay here with the horses. If anything happens to me, or if I don’t come out within a few days, you can follow the river back to the city.”
    “No, I’m going with you. You’re right, you’ll need magical help to free Johann.” She stood, tossing the last of her bread into the brush for the animals before beginning to plait her long hair into a single braid.
    Aaron watched, mesmerized. She was even more beautiful this morning, if that were possible. Her snug riding trousers and white shirt clung to every luscious curve and her feet were encased in tiny suede boots. The clothing was practical, chosen for the battle they would fight today, but made his body respond in a way even her gauzy dresses hadn’t.
    It had been hell this morning, resisting the urge to haul her back into their tent and strip them both naked once more, but he’d promised himself last night would be the last time he indulged his carnal appetites with Calliope.
    The relationship was too confusing to be allowed to continue. The memory of the way he’d loved her haunted him, making his heart ache even as the rest of his body relished the most exquisite lovemaking he’d ever known.
    Sex . Not lovemaking . Sex . Keep it straight , man .
    “No, I don’t want you in danger.” And he didn’t. He might not love her, but he respected her and cared for her enough not to want her to risk her life. “It was my brother’s choice to come here and seek out danger in the first place and I—”
    “But it was I who created the danger for him to seek out.” She smiled, a sad twist of her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. She finished with her hair, and tossed the long braid back over her shoulder. “Besides, it is past time for me to right this wrong. Or at least try to set Rosamund free.”
    “All right then,” he said, seeing there was no point in arguing with her. There was something stronger about Calliope today, as if she believed in her magic more than usual. “You didn’t blind me last night, at least.”
    “That’s right.” She smiled again and this time real humor danced in her eyes. “Look on the bright