“Wow, you know a lot about medieval stuff, don’t you?" "That’s what I’ve been told," he replied, avoiding her gaze. "Looks like some guys are pretty eager to win tomorrow." He gestured toward the men practicing in the arena. Hera watched the horseback riders with a mix of excitement and nerves. "You’re competing, right?" Thomas touched her lower back as they leaned in for a better view. "Nope, Hera. I won’t be competing." She turned to him, surprised. "But I thought... since we’ve been..." His expression softened into a playful grin. "You’re kidding, right?" she asked, feeling relieved. "I won’t just compete; I’ll win," he said confidently. She let out a quick sigh and playfully tapped his chest. "Don’t freak me out like that." "Are you worried I wouldn’t fight for you?" "You’re the only guy I’ve kissed here! You better fight for me!" "I do like your kisses." "I’ll give you another if you win," she promised. He leaned in, looking to steal a kiss, but Bruce’
“Why do you think that?” “I’m not sure; it’s just a feeling I have. She wouldn’t have gone along with this if it weren’t for you. Hera was ready to walk out last night, and now she seems more...” Keia swirled her wine glass thoughtfully. “That probably sounds a bit off.” He pondered her words. They echoed his feelings since he had sat in her lap. “It makes total sense.” He grinned at Hera’s friend, bonding with the woman who looked out for his girl. He briefly reflected on how he had started to think of her as “his girl.” Hera wasn’t his in any real sense, but that’s how he felt. “Oh... No!” Keia suddenly interrupted his thoughts, glancing across the room. “Hera’s not going to tolerate that.” The music shifted, and so did Hera’s dance partner. She stood face to face with him. His size matched his drunken state. When he tried to pull Hera closer, she resisted, prompting Thomas to leap to his feet, fury in his eyes. He looked like a knight from a bygone era, pushing thro
H E R A It’s my twenty-second birthday and they said that comfort goes out the window on your birthday. It's practically a rule but I'm not a fan. I've never been one to squeeze into a tight dress and heels. Just give me jeans and a T-shirt or sweatpants. I really love sweatpants. But today is my birthday, and it's not just any birthday. I'm turning twenty-two, and my friends are adamant that I can't go out in joggers and a hoodie. "Well, you clean up nicely." Keia runs her fingers through my freshly styled hair and squeezes my shoulder. "Close your eyes." "Keia." "Listen to her," Janice chimes in while zipping up the fourth dress she made me try on. "You need to be surprised by how stunning you look. Who knew all this was hiding under those frumpy clothes." I playfully smack her arm and laugh. "You make it sound like I never dress up. I did for graduation." "That was months ago!" Janice sounds shocked. "Okay, enough. It doesn't matter. What matters is how you'll walk into th
H E R AKeia raises her glass to Janice and me, then downs it without hesitation. "What's the plan?""We're hitting up Oasis first, but we'll slip out the back and head to Club Zero," I explain."Do you think Mike will catch on?" Janice wonders."He's not even allowed in Club Zero, so it's all good. I'm an adult, I should be able to decide for myself.""Cheers to that!" Janice exclaims, clinking her glass.There's something else I want to check off my list tonight, but I haven't shared it with my friends. I want tonight to be the night I lose my virginity. I don't want it to be a big deal, just a spontaneous moment with someone experienced. May it be a human or my kind. I don’t want to have that mate thing. I want freedom. Mating and bonding were an old thing. If I told Janice and Keia, they'd think I'm nuts.I'm a grown woman, and I want to explore what women do—an ordinary woman. No titles. Just myself.Keia and Janice have already had their experiences. Now it's my turn.As Mike dr
T H O M A SKingdoms rise and fall on a daily basis, yet under my reign, mine thrive."Another round of whiskey, Mr. Morris?"Silently, I nod, gesturing towards my empty glass."Right away, sir." The waiter swiftly retrieves my glass and hastens to my personal bar to prepare my drink.I possess the most exclusive VIP rooms. This space is exclusively mine. I conduct business here. I celebrate here. Occasionally, I eliminate threats here, if the opportunity arises.Club Zero belongs to me. It is a fragment of my empire, but it serves as a sanctuary where I can relinquish my crown after a long day. I unfasten the buttons of my finely tailored suit and stroll towards the balcony, overlooking the main floor. I tightly grip the railing, scanning the crowd for adversaries.For vulnerabilities. For her.My gaze fixates on a stunning woman adorned in a glistening silver gown; even from this vantage point, I can see it radiate. She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini
T H O M A SI will ensure her safety at all costs. She is under my protection. Even if it's only for tonight, as I am not someone meant to be a part of anyone's future, Hera belongs to me for this evening. And I will treat her accordingly.As we finally arrive at the top, one of my guards opens the door to my private room. Once the door closes behind us, the music is completely muted."I've soundproofed the room," I mention, taking off my blazer and hanging it on the chair.She looks around, amazed by the opulence of the room.I press a button on the wall, causing the frost on the glass to disappear, allowing her to see outside the club."That's a nifty little feature," she comments, walking over to the wall to observe the dancing crowd."We can see them, but they can't see us," I clarify, wanting her to feel as secure as possible with a stranger."You must own this place to have an office like this.""I do."She turns to me and smiles, a smile so captivating that it almost makes me s
T H O M A SHera sucks softly, the vibrations making my knees weak. She cups my balls, rolling them gently but applying just enough pressure to bring me close to orgasm.It's an intimate area that not many women have explored, but Hera dives right in. It's like she knows exactly what I like without me having to say a word."Okay, that's enough," I say, pulling her off me by tugging her hair and pushing her against the bed. "If you keep that up, I'm going to come."She grins, clearly proud of herself for getting me to the edge so quickly."Now it's my turn," I say with a mischievous smile, kissing the center of her chest and then moving my lips across her breasts, sucking on one nipple while pinching the other.Her moans fuel my desire, and I continue kissing down her body, nibbling on the edge of her ribs, causing her to gasp and arch her back.I keep going until I reach the thin fabric of her panties, and with one swift motion, I tear them off."Fuck," she exclaims, her pussy glisten
H E R A“Don’t leave. Stay.”The sound of his voice jolts me awake, but the emptiness around me quickly confirms that it is all just a figment of my imagination.The night I spent with Thomas altered the course of my life. It was an extraordinary, exquisite, and undoubtedly the most memorable birthday I have ever experienced. Moreover, it marked the end of all birthday celebrations for me.The sound of something breaking has me getting out of bed and tying my robe together, rushing out of the bedroom to find my pups in the kitchen.They are standing on a seat, trying to clean the dishes, but one must have slipped from Aiden’s hands because not only is he a soapy mess, but the plate is shattered on the floor.It’s too early for this.“It was Aiden’s idea,” Addison tattletales quickly, pointing at her brother.“You agreed to it.” He splashes dirty dish water on her.“Did not.”“Did too!” he screams at her, sticking out his tongue.I rub my eyes and yawn. “Okay, stop. It’s fine. It’s oka