“To our King and Queen,” Veles raised his glass before letting out a roar of laughter. Cassius looked oddly at his brother as he pulled him down by his shirt. Sending a playful punch to Cassius’s shoulder, Veles raised a glass to my direction. “And my beautiful wife,”“Sit down, Vel. You’re embarrassing yourself,” Cassius pointed at ale dripping down his chin as he threw a piece of cloth on his face. My cheeks flared with red tinges. “Wipe it, and stop drinking. I don’t want to carry your drunk ass to your chambers,” Veles rolled his eyes and poured another glass of ale into his mug making Cassius shake his head disappointingly. My eyes curiously darted to Veles’s left at his step-brother, Aloysius. Claus insisted he should eat his dinner with us, along with his wife Gorgia. Aloysius might looked a little comfortable sitting at the royal table, but the woman besides him looked anything but calm. Her little tremble of fingers as she gripped the glassware, squinting of eyes, loweri
“Have this, it will help with anticipation,” Hazel looked sceptically at the transparent liquid between Ria’s fingers. Licking her lips, she quickly gulped the tangy liquid down her throat. Her eyes shut at the burn she felt at the back of her throat. Ria watched as Hazel fidgeted with her fingers. Claus had dismissed her to his chambers, and he would be here in a few minutes. Tension gripped her. Fidgeting with her dress she waited precipitously with both fear and newfound ecstatically exhilarating arousal. However, she knew the fate of the night, her heart pounded loudly. He refused her requests. And now she was going to be punished. Claus had warned her numerous times to not cross him yet she defied him, again and again. “I can not,” her voice came out hoarse as she cleared her throat while Ria looked stunned at her. “I can not do this, I need fresh air,” Before Ria could interfere, Hazel was rushing for the door. “My lady!” Ria voiced out with anticipation as she followed a
Hazel watched with wide eyes his long fingers which looked still slick with her juices, fumble with the leather, feeling a rush of trepidation at his actions. The look in his eyes was unmistakable and she did not doubt that he was going to do it.“I-I’m sorry. I will not repeat my actions-““Yes, you will. You will make same mistakes until or unless you’re punished for it. Bend over and lift your dress,”“You can not do this to me-““Don’t challenge me. One more word, and I’ll fuck you in the hallways,”Trembling at his command, Hazel turned uncertainly to the bed. Hazel felt her cheeks flaming as he hesitatingly bent over.“Lift your dress,”Claus felt his breath hitching as he watched her shaky finger gathering the flare of the skirt between her palms as she struggled to lift the dress. Her round bottom stuck up in the air as she leaned her arms across the mattress. She still wore the crown and the undergarments Ria gave her. A rush of shame engulfed her. This was worse than getting
My whole body was aching from the pounding of my head to uncomfortable soreness between my thighs, the aching of my heart to uncountable bruises over my whole body. And I held back a sob. I had lost count of how many rounds of sex we went through.“C-Claus, please. I cannot-no more,” My shivering voice failed to stop him and he fastened his pace. My insides churned and hummed with building pleasurable pressure, and I clenched my eyes shut. My body jerked forward at his forceful thrusts, my walls almost breaking as he kept thumping into me like a relentless beast. My breasts were sore and my nipples were sensitive as he kept playing with them, squeezing, biting and sucking them. “The night is young, little mouse. I’m gonna wreck you and every thought you have of escaping,” he was still holding a grudge against me for trying to run away. To be credible, I wasn’t sure what I was running from, and where I was running to. I just wanted a little time, a place to think. My thoughts along wit
I stand over her, watching her sleep. I shouldn't be here and I knew I was being careless by skipping the meeting I had with my general early in the morning, but the aftermath of last night kept her from waking up. I was careful, to not make any noise. Hazel was sensitive to my presence, to presence of any one of us. That’s why she looked like hunted doe every time me or my brothers were near her. I was still ignorant why I was doing this, but I was sure of one thing. She was mine. I tried to stay away, to keep my beast at bay, ignored her at some point, but I kept thinking about her. I did not knew what her father or what part she played in her father’s little play, I was going to bind her to me. This was more torturous for her than death. I want her and that was unreasonable. The craze and hatred I had for her were side-by-side. I want to taste those soft lips again, and feel the smoothness of her sun kissed skin under my fingertips, to bury my fingers into her thick locks and he
There were three carriages in total, leading the journey one with Georgia and Ria inside it, the second one was used to keep our things, pieces of jewellery for Beatrice, rubies and gold. And then there was the third one, the last one. And deadly one. I shifted. “Stop moving,” Ezra grumbled from my side I get the déjà-vu of the day they kidnapped me. Ezra was overly sensitive today, his face was twisted in annoyance as he looked outside. “I’m sorry,” I timidly said. I had been fidgeting since the moment we started our journey. My head kept drooping. Shaking. I barely had any sleep last night and my mind was not stable enough to remain calm. I had this feeling of anxiousness since Claus left me hanging in the hallway. And since then, all I had been feeling was guilt and sorrow. Why was I feeling these absurd emotions? “C-Can I have some water?” I asked. Ezra sighed, grabbing the pitcher and passing it to me. I nearly tumbled over the seat from the weight. He turned his back to me w
My body refused to move. “Prey tell, butterfly, what are you doing here?” His voice was as vicious as his eyes and the golden orbs looked down at me with a teasing grin. Several thoughts ran across my mind and I looked around. Aloysius and Georgia were gone, and by the amusing look on his face, I doubt if he even hear them. Should I tell him? The thought vanished as soon as it came. He would never believe me and why should I? Why do I even care if someone was planning their demise? Angling my head to look up at him I flinched as he grabbed my forearm and pulled me sharply, forcing me to my feet. My body tensed as he shoved his face into my neck. Terror kept my muscles locked, and any thought of fighting back. I could never outsmart him, any of them. “Tell me, butterfly,” Veles reached around my waist pulling me into him. His lips suddenly hungrily kissed the side of my neck and started to hold me a little tighter. I felt my body on fire in anticipation and instinctively placed his
The haze of lust, Veles barely heard my words or perhaps he ignored them but I’d believe that only if his shaft hadn’t grown in my palms. Why I didn’t think of this earlier? When a man desires a woman, he’d do anything to have her. I was naive to think that having power would make me stronger, I was wrong. I was strong without it. “Hazel, don’t tease me, butterfly. I’m dying over here,” Veles pushed himself closer and I moaned as his shaft parted my lips and angry tip rushed to push in. He wanted me. “Beg, Veles.” Veles was drunk in me.“Baby-““Beg.”A long pause and then he muttered like he was in pain.“Please.” And I took his raged cock in, my wet wall sucking him in and I threw my head back as he pushed his hips more into me. A pleasured moan reverberated through his chest and he thrust into me, making it tighten around him and setting me to gasp. “Ah!” I exclaimed. “Heavens!” He began grinding against me, my hand still wrapped around the base of his thickness that barely fi
“The vases, Georgia. You can give them to me.” She shook her head while smiling. “No, it’s fine. I can carry them.” I took the vases from her hand and she rolled her eyes. “I am pregnant, not disabled.” “I never said that. Plus, you need to take care of yourself more.” Georgia was pregnant for two months now. When Aloysius died, she was pregnant with his child and it took me several days to talk her into keeping the child. She wanted to get rid of it. Many sleepless nights and insomnia had her body weakened and if it wasn’t for one of the guards finding her near the lake, I was afraid of what would’ve happened to her. She felt ashamed of her husband’s actions. “I am just two months pregnant. I still think I-“ stubborn. I sighed and grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to me. Her dark eyes softened and she sighed. “I-I am so sorry for what-““It wasn’t your fault. Whatever happened, it happened for a reason.” I assured and she nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. Ou
I denied it. But the truth was, I was falling for them. Every emotion and every feeling belonged to them. I hated them, I loathed them, I envied them for having so much power over me, I was jealous when someone was intimate with them, and now that Cassius lay motionless, lifeless in my lap, I was scared for him. I-I did not wish him to die. I refused to blame the bond anymore. I was theirs from the moment their shadows caged me. ‘On the contrary, you’re the most beautiful woman here.’ I remembered his words the first time we met. And my tears fell harder, he couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t leave like that. Amidst the faint sound of Veles’s and Theodore’s murmurs, I knelt next to him, pressing my face against his sticky, bloody chest. The sky was too rumbling. It seemed like it was crying with me. I let my heartbeat synchronize with him until he slowed, then stopped. My world stopped. I looked wide eyes at him for a moment and then my eyes moved to Claus who stood frozen in his pla
Veles ducked the incoming knife as he caught it mid-air with his hand. The sword in his other hand meets their necks. Each of them fell with a heavy thud as their blood spilt on the porcelain floor. The others remaining on the other side spun around and widened their eyes as their hands shook. Veles couldn’t be any more startled. First, the guards of his kingdom were attacking them, and he couldn’t be any more pissed at their mutiny. “You know how much I despise traitors?” He growled as his claws elongated and sparks of ice extended into sharp blades as they meet their necks. And part of him feels guilt about having the death of warriors he trained himself on his hands. But they were in danger, trying to kill him and his brothers. And he couldn’t stand it. Upcoming swords meet the ice, the power in his veins unrelenting as he growled and his golden eyes turned the deepest shade of red before he sliced their limbs. He draw more blades from his hands, frozen knives sticking to their e
Like a discarded toy, I was shoved down on the floor, and I lifted my half-lidded teary eyes to see him smirking down at me. At that moment, I could feel nothing but hatred for him, and a gripping desire to do something about it. I wanted to fight, to kill — I no longer cared if it killed me. I just–didn’t want to be used anymore.And so I staggered to my feet. My legs were shaking, but I leapt instantly into the fray. My fists pummeled any inch of skin I could find; the throbbing in my head was only a dull pain now. All that mattered was getting my hands around his throat — squeezing until he turned purple — tightening around his neck until he —“ENOUGH!”I flew through the air and hit the ground with a thud. Hot blood trickled down my face–I could no longer see as the thick liquid obscured my vision. His fingers clasped around my throat and I whimpered. My fragile body was tattered and sore from being abused multiple times.And though my lungs screamed in agony, everything inside me
Hands shaking, I gripped Theodore’s shoulders as Ezra rubbed the tip of Theo’s hard erection over my swollen lower lips. My throat was dry and sore with all the wails rippling through me yet Ezra didn’t show an ounce of mercy. “Ez!” Theodore groaned under me, his arms clasped over my waist tightly as he embedded his face into my neck. I didn’t remember when Ezra dragged Theodore onto a bed, and when his belt was replaced with Theo’s hands. Ezra had Theodore on a bed and pushed me on top of him. My knees were on either side of Theo as Ezra played with both of us. Ezra’s fingers played with my wetness, opening the folds and running his digits along it and resting his thumb over my pulsating clit. He pushed a finger deeper inside, making me moan. He pushed it in and out hard and fast, juices soaking them. He added another finger and stretched it as he chuckled darkly. “You’re dripping, Hazel.” The orgasm coursed through my entire body, making my skin flush and my toes curl. I closed
“Ez!” Thedore panicked as his eyes widened and Ezra’s hold on his throat tightened with the visible twitch of his jaw. The little calmness Thedore had provided me a moment ago vanished in thin air replaced by a new fear. Fear of Ezra. He hadn’t noticed me yet, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful. His satanic blue eyes glowered with rage and fire of hell. So intense and raw that it almost made Theodore panic.“I fucking told you to stay away from him.” Ezra said, calmly. Too calmly and Thedore flinched as his eyes softened and he lowered his head with guilt. I couldn’t understand anything happening between them, I kind of had the idea of who they were talking about.“I had no option, Ez.”Ezra scoffed. His eyes twitching with annoyance and hurt. His whole body stiff as he looked at Theodore for a moment and let go of him before turning around. He wasn’t looking at him, but I could see his expressions clearly. Betrayal, and hurt being dominated as he clenched his fists and took deep brea
I was lied to by someone who I thought cared about me. I was emotionally blackmailed into feeling the guilt. I thought I was too indulged in begging for his attention that I didn’t even realise that I was too blind to see the signs. Their late-night fights, bruises on her wrists, sadness in her eyes. She was suffering, and I failed to notice. People say time heal wounds. Fib. Time couldn’t heal, it destroys, just make you believe that the sufferings had stopped, but no.My mother’s death was announced so suddenly that it took me by surprise. Food poisoning. However, I refused to believe. Cause that seemed very vague way to die. My mother couldn’t leave me behind. That explains the unshed tears of my father on her funeral, him marrying Irene right after. T-this was planned.“I-I do not believe you.” In deepest part of my heart I knew he would not lie to me. But my self-esteem was too much. What would he regard me as? A girl whose father killed her mother? Pathetic. Claus narrowed his e
Feeling overwhelmed by my emotions, my nose crinkled feeling disgusted. Lips tightly set, and eyes glared as Claus’s hand shifted from her hips to the small portion of her waist, the atmosphere changed to gruesome and unappealing. I watched as time around me slowed and Camilla leaned over his shoulder and whispered something in his ear, Claus visibly stiffened. His arm tightened around her waist as he pulled her to his chest, her lips opened to draw in a breath as their eyes locked. And my emotions exploded. “Hazel,” Cassius warned, shackling my wrist and I snapped my head to him. Both of our eyes held in a battle of dominance which I would lose anyways, but I didn’t-couldn’t just see Claus and Camilla together. It just-didn’t felt right. “Leave, Cassius.” I seethed, and he narrowed his eyes at my disrespect. I couldn’t care less what he’d do to me after this, but my priority was to rip Camilla away from Claus. My heart couldn’t take it. I shouldn’t be like this. “If you think I wo
“Lady Hazel,” I jumped at the unknown voice, I had gotten so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realise someone was standing at the door. Darting my eyes to the voice, I found a tall slender woman, wearing jewels that a normal worker wouldn’t wear, a silk navy blue dress that enhanced her lean curves. Chestnut hairs that opened in loose curls twisting down her small waist. Light blue eyes regarded me with a polite smile.“Lady Camilla,” I regarded her, standing up to show her that she was welcomed. Nodding to herself she walked straight right in. Her confident strides as of a Queen, bold and authoritative. Eyes flickering to every corner before they landed on doors that led to different rooms and it seemed like she was particularly looking for something–or someone. Blocking her view, I smiled.“We couldn’t meet properly during the breakfast, so, I thought why not apologise on behalf of my husband and get to know each other?” Her suggestive voice irked something inside me. She looked li