Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
That’s the word that will seal this moment. The plea that will intoxicate him, make him crave me. “Your Majesty, I beg of you! Mercy!”
He grabs my hips and brings me down upon him, filling me in one brutal thrust.
Chapter Seventeen
Unfortunately for the king, his assault on me does not have the desired effect. For him, it does. I’m sure he believes that I’m truly broken as I sob and fight to cover my nakedness, to hide the sight of his thick cock violating me. But I am not inconvenienced in the least getting roughly fucked in front of a room full of leering strangers. And Arcus is, in my limited experience—which does, to be fair, include Luthian’s vines—a good fuck.
My only moral objection to it all is the fact that Arcus believes he’s doing this to hurt and humiliate me. It doesn’t make a terribly good first impression, but he’ll be dead soon, so it doesn’t matter.
As much as I try to play the part of the terrified human suffering a faery king’s cruelty, my body responds in ways I can’t control.
“Luthian, does she get this wet for you?” Arcus calls out, and captures my arms, pinning them behind my back.
Luthian doesn’t answer. He pulls off a wonderful performance of locking his jaw, staring straight ahead at me, fists curled impotently at his sides.
“Humans feel incredible,” the king goes on, his breath becoming labored. Our position and his size create a tight fit. Coupled with my excitement at being observed, I can’t stop the soft moans that escape me with every flex of his hips.
“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” Arcus taunts. “You’re going to come, in front of all these strangers. You’re going to come on my cock while your pathetic mate watches. And he can do nothing to stop me.”
His fingers find my clit and stroke it with uncanny skill. My internal muscles ripple around him and I feel my inevitable climax growing closer.
The courtiers are caught up now, the air filled with groans and gasps.
I feel every eye on me.
I lean back against Arcus, pulling all my muscles tight as his fingers race me toward release. I whimper, trying to hold back because that’s what’s expected of me. That’s what’s arousing him so, both his cruelty and his desire. My toes curl and I grind back on him, taking him as deep as our position allows. Then, I let myself tumble over, nudged to the edge with the knowledge that if I am here, in the king’s lap, I am closer to my revenge. I imagine thrusting a dagger through his heart and come apart a shaking, shrieking mess, the wetness of my release splashing down my thighs.
Arcus laughs breathlessly, then grips my hips and stiffens as he pours into me without a sound.
The assembly claps politely, though some shouts of climax manage to rise above the applause.
The king pushes me off his lap and I tumble pathetically to the floor.
“That, Luthian of Mithrax, is a proper apology.” Arcus stands, tucking himself away. “You may return to court, so long as you bring your wife. I’m not finished with her.”
Luthian bows. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“My statement was a bit vague,” the king says. “What I mean is, your presence at court and the use of your wife are mandatory.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Luthian remains in his low bow until Arcus strides from the hall.
Luthian rushes to my side, takes his coat off and sweeps it around us. He gives me his hand to help me up, and by the time the coat swirls around my shoulders, we’re back in my bedroom.
“You were magnificent!” Luthian catches me up in his arms and swings me in a circle.
Laughter burbles from my throat. I haven’t felt so light since Mother died. I haven’t had such hope.
Nor have I been so proud of myself, perhaps ever. Magnificent. I was magnificent.
Luthian sets me on my feet and looks me over. “He threw you down quite forcefully. Do you need healing?”
“My knee is probably bruised. And my thigh. My wrist, definitely.” He raises his hand and I stop him. “Don’t you think we should leave the marks? If the king plans on taking me again, I get the impression he’ll like seeing them on me.”
“You’re absolutely right.” Luthian’s eyes sparkle with happiness. “Oh, my honey flower. I told you; you had nothing to worry about.”
He’s wrong. There’s one thing to worry about. “Did the king give me his living essence?”
Luthian reaches down and presses his fingers into my core. It isn’t a sensual touch. When he pulls his hand away, he examines the fluid and curses. “I can’t tell. Sometimes, it looks different, but I can’t be sure. I’ll give you a potion to prevent conception, and you’ll need to take it every time he’s been with you.”