Bound to the Dark Fae

BOUND TO THE DARK FAE CELESTE KING Copyright © 2023 by Celeste King All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Sign up for my newsletter Join my Facebook group here! DEDICATION This book is dedicated to Kaylee, Emily, Taylor, Jordon, Melanie, Jamie, Jennifer, Hannah, Donna and the whole “Project Protheka” family. Thanks for believing in the world. CONTENTS Books in The World of Protheka The World of Protheka 1. Jenna 2. Loer 3. Jenna 4. Loer 5. Jenna 6. Loer 7. Jenna 8. Loer 9. Jenna 10. Loer 11. Jenna 12. Loer 13. Jenna 14. Loer 15. Jenna 16. Loer 17. Jenna 18. Loer 19. Jenna 20. Jenna 21. Loer 22. Jenna 23. Loer 24. Jenna 25. Loer 26. Jenna 27. Loer 28. Jenna 29. Loer 30. Jenna Preview of Mated to the Dark Elf 31. Amelie 32. Kral Ishiraya 33. Amelie 34. Kral Ishiraya BOOKS IN THE WORLD OF PROTHEKA Orc Warriors of Protheka Series Mates of the Burning Sun Clan Series Dark Elves of Protheka Series Thoruk’s Prize: A Monster Romance Naga’s of Protheka Series Minotaur’s of Protheka Series Demon’s of Protheka Series Vampires of Protheka Gargoyles of Protheka THE WORLD OF PROTHEKA 1 JENNA “Fuck yes!” I wish that it didn’t draw my attention, but the screaming turns my head before I can remember where I am. Instantly, my stomach turns. “Where are you going?” A loud slap is followed by several chuckles, and I turn away from the lewd activities. What is the point of the doors on the private rooms if they are never shut? Even as I get back to work cleaning the room that was recently vacated, I can’t block out the sounds from across the hall. “Look at the little whore,” one of the dark elves coo. “Taking three cocks and greedy for more, aren’t you?” I’m not sure that either of the two women on her hands and knees in the center of the group wants more, but it doesn’t matter. They’re both toys to the elves. Being ravaged and dumped isn’t a choice for either of them. Not at Lux. I try not to think too hard about what I am cleaning as I mop up the various liquids on the floor, and after another scream pierces the air, I consider going to close the door. But I know I don’t want to be trapped in this small room with the various smells permeating the air, and I certainly don’t want a dark elf to easily slip in. I’m not meant for that. “She can take more!” Gods, I wish they would close the damn door. I’m one of the lucky ones. I know the human that pleases the owner, his little pet as he calls her. And as a result, I managed to secure a position cleaning, not pleasing at this club. With my modest outfit and my average looks, it’s been enough to keep hands off of me. Many women cannot be so lucky in a place like this. After such success at L’Amore, more clubs opened with various humans for dark elves to choose from. Our jobs are to cater to the highest paying customer in any way they wish. Is it bad that I am so numb to it all that it doesn’t even disgust me anymore? A whip cracks through the air, and my head turns. I’m not shocked that one is being used, necessarily, but such a sharp sound draws attention no matter how often I hear it. It’s not the room with the orgy that has pulled out the toys, though. It’s the one to the left, where I can clearly see a woman on her knees, naked, head bowed. Her back is red and throbbing, and each time she is struck, she whimpers out a plea. “More.” Her voice shakes, and I doubt that she is receiving pleasure from this. But what do I know? Some of the girls do enjoy it. They say that it’s an easy job to lie there and take whatever they are given. Their bodies don’t even protest anymore. Like the room to my right. I can barely see the elf from here, just his spread legs as he reclines back on a couch. A woman is kneeling between his legs as he slams his hips into her mouth. She doesn’t even gag as he thrusts his cock deep in her throat. In fact, she moans. Behind her, another dark elf stands with a crop, running it along her spine. Her body shakes, especially as he slaps her ass with it. “You like to be used, huh?” Her moans grow louder with each swipe of the crop, her body writhing more. The dark elf never lets up, hitting her harder and faster and she cries out as her eyes roll back in her head and a cock is stuffed down her throat. “Fuck, your skin would look better red than pink,” the dark elf with the whip shouts, and I have to step away from the doorwary. I can’t stomach some of this stuff no matter how often I see it. I do my best to block out the noises as I finish cleaning, humming to myself so I don’t hear the cries and screams. They’re always there in the background, but I manage to get through the rest of my shift without feeling too sick. It never gets easier to work the private rooms, but it pays decently, and it gives me better prospects than anything. No dark elves are lining up to purchase me with my average looks, thank the gods. “Gone so soon, Jenna?” one of the girls from earlier – I try not to learn their names – asks as I put away my cleaning supplies