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He stood, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. There was little room for him to move forward without forcing me down the stairs.
“You dare raise your voice at me in front of my men?”
Oh, so we were to have a pissing contest?
Heart hammering away in my chest, I swallowed and set my shoulders. “You mean our men? The ones you were slaughtering like pigs?”
“Funny, I don’t recall hearing them squeal.”
“You’re sick,” I spat.
He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me forward. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that this week.”
Without warning, he tangled a hand in my hair and smashed his mouth to mine—hard. I clamped my lips together and barred his entrance.
The hand around my waist glided down to my ass, grabbing a handful and pulling me even closer. The hand in my hair skimmed to my neck where pointed nails dug into soft flesh.
Pointed nails…
Since when did he have those?
He pressed in harder when I continued to resist. I gasped from the sharp pain and parted my lips.
His tongue invaded my mouth, wrapping around mine like a boa constrictor catching its prey.
I brought my hands up to his solid chest, feeling a steadily beating heart, far out of sync with mine. When he finally drew back, my lips were puffy and bruised.
“What are you?” I breathed.
“This lycan. It’s your he.” A statement, not a question, one I would never confirm nor deny.
“You don’t have to; your loyalty is misplaced but admirable. I’ll know who he is by the end of the week.”
I had nothing to add to that, and words were obviously not needed for what he wanted.
His hands roamed, finding their way beneath the skirt of my dress. Still pointed nails dug into the back of my thighs just beneath my ass, and he walked us backward.
He lowered himself onto his throne, pulling me down to straddle him. I released a hiss of pain as my skin split, thighs wrenched apart to be placed on either side of his.
My apex came to rest just above the bulge in his slacks. I grabbed hold of his shoulders to prevent myself from falling as he freed his engorged cock.
There was no foreplay or whispered words. Not a single objection spilled from my mouth as he shredded my underwear and slid the head of his cock up and down my slit, using his thick fingers to spread my lips before forcing himself inside me.
The brutal intrusion had me sinking my teeth into my bottom lip so hard, I drew blood.
Reyes’ eyes dropped to the small wound and he lurched forward, suckling it into his mouth. His hands moved to my hips, setting a rapid pace and bouncing me up and down on his cock.
Each thrust seemed to stretch me further, bringing forth a steady amount of juices that drenched him to his balls. Utterly shameful sounds spilled from my mouth, wanton moans and sharp gasps of pleasure.
I pulled back, grabbing hold of the arms of the throne, fingers gripping tightly to old bones. The severed heads balanced atop it rattled on their spikes from the force of our fucking. Their empty eye sockets seemed still able to watch our every move.
As I neared my peak, my pussy grew tighter and tighter, like a vise, clenching around the cock battering my insides.
I mewled pathetically, causing Reyes to laugh and make me fuck him harder. The climax had my head tilting back, nails biting into bone once more as I cried his name and brokenly moaned.
“So beautiful,” he rasped. “So disobedient,” he growled a moment later as his cock jerked inside me, semen jetting out.
I thought it’d be over then. Barely five minutes had passed when he lifted me, hoisted my legs over his forearms and continued to fuck me, my body contorted at such an angle I had no option but to take every hard inch of his cock.
I came to the point of pleading with him not to make me do it again.
He did.
After a while, not even the smell of him could mask the stench of death and blood inside the room.
He didn’t care; he continued bringing me to climax repeatedly, just to prove that he could.
~13~
Two days passed and nothing changed. I knew patience was a virtue, and this would take time, but that wasn’t on my side.
After our sexcapade in the throne room, the only new development was me having free roam of the citadel. With the walls having eyes and ears everywhere, I couldn’t even ask Dylan what the skeleton key was for.
On day three, I expected more of the same.
Imagine my surprise when I woke with my head still on Reyes’ naked chest, his thick digits massaging my scalp.
The scent of him enveloped me, comforting me in a way I was unable to explain.
