What-what is he going to do?!
I’ve heard of far too many stories of men and sky sirens stealing sea sirens and using them for their sexual gratification.
But I never thought I’d be in such a position.
He grabs my arms and forces them behind me. I hear him reach for something, and then he’s binding my arms.
I’m too weak to fight back. I’ll just be giving away what I am, and he’ll still win.
“Let go of me! I’ve done nothing wrong!” I exclaim, trying to keep the tremble from my voice.
His hand tangles in my hair as he tugs my head back. “Then why try to run? If you behave, I might just help you.”
I do not trust a word he’s saying.
He doesn’t release me; instead, he ties me up tightly and clucks his tongue. “What a waste of a good meal.”
I don’t bother giving him an answer, seething.
“I’m going to go shower, and I assure you, if you even attempt to move, I will hear it.”
“Fuck you,” I spit resentfully, turning to give him my most hateful glare. I don’t care if he helped me earlier. I don’t trust him anymore.
He cocks a brow. “You turned nasty quick.” He smirks coldly. “But I like a girl with bite.”
Oh, if only he knew how much I can bite.
He turns away, untying the string on his pants as he walks to the bathroom.
If I need to, I can entrance him, but I will need to play my cards just right.
He leaves the door open, and I internally scoff as he gives me a view of his naked body. I’ll get out of here, but whilst I’m kept captive, I’ll just enjoy the view of the dickhead. He might be a jerk, but at least he’s attractive.
He strips out of his pants, causing my cheeks to heat as I admire his ass. Gods, he’s delicious…
But then my gaze trails up, and I find myself looking at the tattoos that cover his broad back and arm, a tattoo that includes the crest of one of the deadliest dukedoms of Alvazakh.
My gut twists with fear.
He’s not just a supporter of Varkhazan and his tyrannical ways. He’s one of his most loyal dogs.
The King’s Command
Kai
It’s deep into the early hours of the morning, the sun is beginning to rise outside, and I stand over the bed, my eyes raking over the woman lying there, admiring how beautiful she looks.
My training tells me I should kill her… but my instinct is telling me to claim her.
I ghost my finger over her thigh, brushing the hem of her shirt ever so slightly. Knowing she’s wearing nothing beneath it makes my cock twitch with desire. How long will I be able to deny myself her, when all I want is to spread her legs and bury myself so deep inside her that she screams my name for mercy?
I trail my fingers over her hip, up between her breasts, pausing when she moans softly, turning onto her back, and my gaze dips between her thighs.
What does she taste like?
Smirking, I wrap my hand around her neck as I lean closer and press my lips against hers. Pleasure and a carnal hunger I’venever felt before consume me, the feel and taste of her driving me insane. I move back, twirling a strand of her dark hair around my finger and smirk.
Morcant’s supporter or not, she’s made for me, and I’m not about to let her go.
