“Oh Gods.” Another moan escapes my parted lips.
“The Gods can’t help you now, my Princess. You’re royally fucked.”
I splay my hands on his hard chest, twining my fingers into the soft hair, and I push back with that surge of need, breaking his control of my hips. He sinks deep into me, his cock so long and thick the friction is a dull ache. I scream with the undiluted pleasure this brings, and his groan only heightens our shared fervour. His grip again secure on my hips, he pulls out slowly until he almost leaves, then slams me back down hard onto him, filling me so completely I feel his hardness throb with exertion. I lean down to those perfect lips with mine, pushing my hips back to luxuriate in the feel of him inside me, and I dip my tongue into his mouth with abandon, quick and hard, like he had just done with his cock.
As I start to feel him pull out again, I lose myself in the building rhythm between us, the Bond singing with our shared pleasure. Then—a crack as the main door of the cottage fliesopen and slams against the wall. Two Thorn Guards enter, and we hastily pull apart, the fear overriding my disappointment as he pulls out.
“What the fuck!” Kiernan shouts out, standing up, handing me a blanket to cover myself, yet not bothering to cover himself. His erection is standing proud and hard, nearly touching his belly.
The General enters from behind the Thorn Guards, his cheeks red with embarrassment.
“Apologies for the intrusion,” he says gruffly, his eyes darting about the room, looking anywhere but at Kiernan.
“The Equitae have made another attempt at entering the castle. The King has requested your presence to support the Thorn Guards immediately.”
Kiernan huffs an irritated sigh, smoothing his hand through his already incredibly messy hair. He turns back to me, his temper rising, but a look of conflict in his gaze.
“Go. This is important. I’ll still be here when you get back,” I tell him.
He picks up his discarded clothes and starts to put them back on, tucking himself into his trousers. He quickly shrugs into his robe, not bothering to do it up. He stoops down as he passes me and thrusts a hard, consuming kiss against my lips, his tongue lingering a beat too long, as if he doesn’t want to pull away.
“Don’t miss me too much, wife,” he smiles as he finally stands up, “And no finishing this on your own. I made a promise to ruin you, and the furniture is still intact. I expect you on your back with your legs wide open to greet me when I get back.”
The General looks fit to burst with mortification by this point as he hands Kiernan his sword that he has brought along for him.
“I will leave a Thorn Guard here to protect you, Princess. We don’t know if they will gain entry again, and the King is concerned for your safety,” he barks out, motioning forwards a smaller-statured Thorn Guard who had been lingering at the door.
“Good.” Kiernan nods, and he flashes me a cheeky smirk as he exits with the General and the other Thorn Guard.
Alone in the cottage with the Thorn Guard, I start to feel uneasy. Not only am I naked, I’m never usually left alone with them, and this Thorn Guard is stalking weirdly by the door, its back to me. I’m wondering if there are any clothes that have been left for me, searching the table and sideboard from where I still sit under the blanket, when I feel its presence loom over me.
Startled, I look up. Before I can let out a scream, its black-gloved hand shoots out and covers my mouth. My eyes widen with fear as it removes its helmet: long black hair flowing over one shoulder, the left side shaved to his scalp, bright yellow glowing eyes boring into me with a wicked glint.
Shit.
His perfect full pink lips, the two silver hoops in his bottom lip glinting in the firelight, part with a low laugh as his eyes dart to the blanket covering me.
“I told you we would meet again—though I didn’t expect you would already be primed and ready for me.” His black-gloved hand reaches out to push the blanket down, exposing one of my breasts.
He leers at me. “Perfect. I will enjoy playing with those.”
“Get your hands off me, you bastard!” I rip the blanket from his grip.
“Oh, look at you—so deliciously wild. Did your Prince lack the skills to tame you?” A dark chuckle. “Don’t worry, darling.Domanikk knows exactly how to make you submit … and beg for more.”
So quick that I don’t see it coming, he brings a dagger, hilt first, to crack with the side of my head. The instant excruciating pain pierces my skull, and everything goes black.
Part Two – The Awakening
“There’s a fine line between love and hate. And it’s called obsession.”- Unknown
“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever”-Lance Armstrong
Chapter Seventeen
Alaya
One Mind.
