“You don’t have to—” I began but was cut off by the look Lancelot shot at me as he pulled my thighs around his shoulders.
The protest quickly died on my lips as he pressed his mouth to the slick apex of my thighs, his tongue darting out to taste me.
My hand shot out above me, pressing into the carved wooden headboard as Lancelot made short work of exploring the folds of my pussy, his tongue circling my swollen clit.
“Yes,” I found myself moaning wantonly, all propriety forgotten as I floated on the sensation that finally dulled the roaring flames of my heat. “Give me more.”
Lancelot growled his approval at my words and the vibrations sent more tingles of pleasure rippling out from my core.
His fingers dug into my flesh, pulling me flush to his face as I gripped the headboard, my back arching as I came.
The flush of pleasure overtook the hot sensation of my heat and I settled back down feeling much more content than I had moments ago. Even the cramping subsided for a moment as I lay in the haze of it, nearly oblivious to the alpha above me until I felt the thick head of his cock nudge in between my thighs.
“Not yet,” I whined without any effort, my instincts already pushing me to go again as he slowly pushed inside, filling me completely.
“Hush,” Lancelot purred, the sound awkward as if he had never done it before. “Let me care for you.”
He ducked, pressing his face into my neck as he began to thrust, the solid wood headboard hitting the wall with a loudthudas I was carried off into the delirium of my heat.
After that all I knew was the slide of Lancelot’s skin, the way his knot pressed in and out of me teasingly, and the sound of his ragged breathing as I gave myself away to the sensation of it.
I barely even registered the sharp pain just behind my ear and the sudden existence of another soul in our bond as I drifted off into blessed oblivion.
“Get up!” a familiar but harsh voice barked as a hand wrapped roughly around my arm and dragged me up from where I had been asleep on Lancelot’s chest.
I barely registered the words as a sleep-heavy panic filled me as my eyes flew open to look right into the eyes of my husband.
My very angry husband.
“Arthur?” I asked, my voice slurred as I stared at him in confusion.
Something was very,verywrong with him. In fact, everything about the way Arthur was looking at me was off.
“I leave for battle and you are here bedding my men?” the king growled, dragging me from my nest and destroying the carefully made sides in the process.
Lancelot, who had awoken during the scuffle, let out a low growl. I could feel his anger and confusion at Arthur’s behavior through our now shared bond.
The sound of a sword being unsheathed filled my ears as Arthur pointed the tip ofExcaliburat Lancelot’s throat. “You keep that growl in or it will be the last sound you make.”
“Arthur, what is wrong with you?” I asked, trying to pull my arm from his so that I could grab one of the linen sheets and wrap it around my naked body. My legs shook with weakness, and I realized with dismay, that I was still very much in heat.
I groaned as a round of cramps rippled through me and I heard Lancelot make a noise behind me.
But oddly enough, Arthur seemed unfazed by my clear distress.
Reaching out in our bond, I tried to touch it but found it to be completely dark. The bond itself still existed, but I couldn’t access it. It was as if I was being blocked.
“My sister was right,” Arthur said, his voice dangerous as he threw me to the stone floor, causing me to skin my elbows as I tried to keep myself upright. “You are nothing better than a whore.”
His words hurt as if he had taken a whip and lashed me with it.
“Arthur what do you—” but I was cut off by my husband who I no longer recognized.
“Guards!” he bellowed and suddenly the room was full of the green livery of the court of the king of Benoic. Behind them came a much dirtier looking group that I didn’t recognize.
“You brought the Saxons here?” Lancelot hissed as he was yanked from the bed by the men in question and his arms were pinned behind him.
“I do no such thing,” Arthur bit out at the other alpha. “But my sister, Morgana, has lent me her men so that I may root out the corrupted souls within my castle.”
