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Chapter 23
Theo
Her lips part as she moans in ecstasy. My fingers dig into her hips as she rides my cock up and down, chasing her orgasm. Her nails scratch my chest as her head falls back, long red curls cascading down.
“Theo.” My name from her lips has my eyes rolling back with a moan. Her words are more of a gasp as she gets closer to the edge. “Theo.” The pinch of her nails into my skin and her pussy clenching around my cock pull me right along with her. “Theo ...”
The tapping of metal-on-metal startles me awake, and I jolt up in my bed. I’m panting.
“Theo,” a rough voice calls from the doorway.
I look over to find Hiram standing at the cell door looking serious. I pull the blanket up over my chest, feeling far too exposed.
“Sorry to wake you, but the queen will be here shortly for you,” he says, eyebrows pinching together.
Blinking rapidly, I swallow hard, trying to gather my bearings. I take a long moment because all my blood is currently in my dick as it throbs against my undergarments.
All I can muster in response is a nod. He walks away with a worried look on his face, and I fear he knows what I was dreaming about.
Did he hear me moaning?
Thoroughly embarrassed, I look to see if anyone is watching before I climb out of bed, turning my back to the iron bars.
In the bathing chamber, I strip off my clothes and step into the rainfall of water. Maybe it will help douse the fire burning inside.
Images from my dream flash behind my closed eyes. I let my head fall back, the water runs down my chest to my hardening cock. Reaching down, I slide a hand from tip to base before slowly stroking myself.
Thoughts of the queen flood my mind. I imagine how her soft lips would feel as they wrap around my cock. The thought of her tongue circling the tip causes a snap of lightning up my spine. Increasing the pace of my strokes, I lean forward, bracing my other hand on the black stone wall.
Remembering the feel of the queen in my lap during our sparring adds to the scene unraveling in my mind. Her legs wrap tight around my arms, squeezing me into the position she wants me in. I remember the softness of her ass along my hips.
I imagine myself submitting and letting her take control, working us both until we are on the edge. Recalling her strength and power over me causes my cock to twitch. I’ve never had a woman dominate me, and the thought of letting her do so again has me quickening my strokes.
The thought of her gasping my name, her pussy clenching tight on my cock as she orgasms has my release blasting through me. I groan as I cum, aiming for the shower floor, allowing the water to wash it down the drain.
It takes a minute for me to come down from my climax. My rapid breathing slows as I let the water fall over me. My thoughts are a tangled mess as I dry off and dress for the day. I run my fingers through my hair, styling it into place before slipping into my boots.
Shit. Why am I fantasizing about the queen of Umbra? Did they give me something?
I’m struggling with what I know about Umbra and what I’m seeing with my own eyes. People I’ve been told are cruel, vindictive, and filled with malice have been nothing but kind and generous. They have provided me with food and clothing, a gesture I’m not sure King Leopold would give to a prisoner of Lux.
Does King Asher have everyone in The Keep trying to manipulate me, or is this their true nature? Could all the information I’ve been given over the years be wrong? Between the stark contrast of Umbra and the queen, my mind is a knotted rope with no hope of being undone.
It’s been days since I last saw the queen and there has been a strange ache in my chest since we parted. I’ve asked Hiram why she hasn’t been around, and he’s only said she’s attending to her duties. Did someone catch us in the training room and tell King Asher about his wife straddling the prisoner? Has he punished her because of me? Is he the one who gave her those scars on her wrists?
I shake my head, reminding myself she shouldn’t be a concern of mine. But I can’t explain it. In the week I’ve come to know the queen, she has turned my life upside down. She has me questioning everything I think to be true. And I find myself wanting to learn more from her.
I should stay away—refuse to go on outings with her and keep my distance. But like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn to her. She’s the most unique woman I’ve ever met, and it doesn’t shock me that King Asher chose her as his bride. She radiates confidence, power, and doesn’t shy away from violence. Between the red hair and smile, I could cave at any moment and swear an oath to serve her until my dying day.
I rub at the odd hum in my chest that’s been growing since arriving in Umbra and reassure myself it’s the hair color that’s causing all these feelings.
“Ready to go, Captain?” the voice of a goddess calls to me, and I look up to see the queen leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, emphasizing her breasts. One corner of her lips curves up as she catches me eyeing her.
Walking to her, I try to clear my mind of the images of her riding me as she cums. I stop before her, toe-to-toe. Her gaze roams over my body, halting briefly on my lips. Those striking green eyes seem to prick my skin as they trail over it, as if I were being hit with little bolts of lightning.
When our eyes finally meet, her breathing hitches and she squeezes her biceps as if she is fighting back an urge to touch me. I wish I could tell her I feel the same. It’s entirely wrong, but it doesn’t stop the feelings from bubbling up.
