"My King?" Von was immediately by my side. "What is it?"
Black hair floated around her shoulders, with tendrils pulled and clipped back with a floral white hairpiece.
In a fit of pain, I mind-linked, and within minutes, Tatiana and Esme floated in, hurriedly shredding their clothing. Their eyes roamed over my bare chest, licking their lips in hunger.
"My King -"
"Where is Mikhail?"
Tatiana blinked. "He mated with Fàagon and Deena. Ten years ago."
My nose flared at her words, jealousy seething.
A veil was placed on her head and smoothed out behind her by an unknown female. She turned to the side; her head bowed, still obscured by her veil. She held her hand out and fiddled with a ring on her left hand.
I shook the vision out of my head as a red wave came down on me. Tatiana and Esme waited patiently, their hands clasped to their sides. I could see them clenching in restrained need and could smell their desire, their joy at fucking their King again after thirty-one years.
Disgust churned in my gut at what I was about to do, knowing it was reactionary. A purposeful vengeance at the betrayal dealt to me by my fated mate.
How could she give her body, her soul, her love to another when she was bound to me? Did she not feel the same overwhelming need and bond that I did?
I surveyed the nude women, needing the image of my bond-mate in a white dress out of my mind.
Unable to heed their lust, they touched themselves, attempting to entice my call to approach.
White dress. Wedding ring. Wedding veil. Wife. Husband.
My hand gripped my throne, the iron rippling under my hands.
"Get on your knees and crawl to me."
Chapter 6
Alice - Three Years Later
My fingers tangled in his hair as I felt his tongue rim around my dripping pussy. I widened my legs and moaned. His long, large fingers sought entrance, and I could hear the slurp of my wetness as his digits sank into my tight flesh.
I bit my lip until a metallic taste leaked onto my tongue. Instead of swiping at the wound, I felt my body grow hotter with need as I licked my lips, moaning at the taste of my own blood.
His fingers curled inside me as his mouth sucked at the little bundle of nerves.
I tightened my hands against his scalp as I felt my release coming. My nails dug into his face, smothering it against my seeping flesh. Something in me whispered that he could take it—that I could cut off his lifeline, yet he would still breathe for me.
And only for me.
He liked it rough. He liked to choke and spit on me. Loved to spread his cum over my body and watch as I licked it off my flesh.
A flicker of memory invaded me…he loved to spread another liquid on me too.
It had been so long since he visited me.
As if sensing my somber thoughts, he rose above me, his icy-blue eyes burning into my soul. The tenderness and love I saw in them overwhelmed me, and I closed my eyes against the emotion. My lips stung, and I licked them, tasting salt.
My eyes flickered open when I felt his gentle fingers stroke against my cheek. I blinked as more tears fell.
"Why do you cry?" he asked. His finger caught a teardrop before licking it off his thumb's pad.
"It's been so long," I whispered. I turned my head against his hand, lovingly kissing the center of his palm. I felt his breath shudder, and he let out a low, mesmerizing growl.
