Mallory

Chapter 12 - Mallory

*Prince Devin POV*

                “Don’t stop! Right there! Gods, Devin!” The girl screamed and writhed under me as I pounded into her. After my meeting with my father and that damned faerie, I needed a distraction, and this little blond seemed to be the perfect choice to get my mind off of it.

                “Be quiet, the entire kingdom doesn’t need to hear you Mallory.” I grunted at her, and dug my fingers into her hips to give myself more leverage. She was leaned over my office desk, and was standing on her toes to attempt to match my height. Gripping the edge of the wood as each thrust rattled the entire structure. Her tanned skin glistening with sweat as she took heavy breaths.

Not only is he sparing that disgusting creature’s life, he’s forcing me to train her. Threatening taking the crown from me if I didn’t do his bidding. If my mother was alive to see this, she would be absolutely beside herself. Although, I doubt that the tiny faerie could even fight a barn cat, let alone lead an army of blood thirsty creatures. She was a trembling mess behind me when I had to rescue her in the dungeons.

Her fearful emerald eyes flashed through my mind, and anger rolled through my veins thinking about what my guards almost did to her. How she pressed herself so close against me that I could smell the faint scent of vanilla coming from her dark hair. Only to see her again on her knees in my father’s throne room, as the guards pressed bruises into the beautiful pale skin of her arms. She had looked like a stolen princess, the long gold dress pulling the gold flecks of her emerald eyes to the surface. I remember barely keeping my temper in check as I saw a small drop of blood fall from her neck caused by the blade Simon had pressed against her throat.

 I grunted in frustration as my thoughts betrayed me, and felt Mallory’s legs shake as I pushed deeper into her. She quickly came around me, screaming my name. Her arms gave out, and she laid her bare chest on the hard wood of the desk. I pulled out, and leaned down to pull my pants up, when Mallory turned around and gave me a coy smile.

                “Let me help you with this.” She said seductively, and reach out to grab my length, stroking her long nails gently across the sensitive skin. I shook my head at her, and pushed her away from me. Normally I would take her up on the offer, but anger was still boiling in my veins, but I couldn’t figure out if it was from my father, or remembering the terrified little faerie.

                “Get back to work Mallory, I can’t have anyone catching you in here.” I adjusted the waistband on my pants, and walked around my desk to sit in the leather chair. She frowned at me, but picked up her underwear off the floor and stepped into them. I picked up a few papers from the desk that she ruffled, and organized them into a neat pile.

                “I doubt they even know I’m gone.” Mallory said, as she patted at her maid uniform; attempting to push some of the wrinkles out. “I’m the one who cleans your office anyway, so it wouldn’t matter if anyone saw me leave.” She stepped lightly over to me, and sat on the edge of my desk, straddling her thin legs over my hips. “Come on Dev,” she purred, and reached out to run her nails slowly down my arm. “Take me again.” She looked at me with lustful gray eyes through thick lashes. Honestly, the girl was stunning, but in the end, she was still a maid of the kingdom and would never be the queen she was wishing I would make her.

                “Enough, Mallory.” I said, my patience with her starting to wear thin, and she pouted thick lips at me.

                “Fine. I’ll see you next time.” She stood up from the desk and walked towards the doors of the office, glancing back at me for a quick second, before slamming them behind her.

I rolled my eyes at her childish antics, and started sifting through the paperwork on my desk. I had recruitment applications to work through, and I handled the entire training, payroll and budget for our military. Now I had to tack on training the little faerie. I put my head in my hands, starting to feel a headache form in the front of my forehead.

Two quick raps on my door let me know that Marcus was here to report to me. My father may have had Simon under his thumb, but Marcus had fought through many battles with me. He was probably one of my closest friends in the castle, and I trusted him with every fiber of my being.

“Come on Marcus.” I said, with my head still in my hands, and heard the door creak open and boots tap across the stone floor. I lifted my head when the door was pushed closed, to find Marcus standing with his hands behind his back, and a small smirk across his face.

“Tough night then, sir?” Marcus said with a small laugh, and I groaned out loud. Usually, he was a man of few words, but did always find the right ones to push my buttons.

“Don’t start Marcus. Tell me what’s going on.” He nodded, but continued to smirk at me, obviously loving my frustration.

“We brought the faerie to the room the king provided, and arrived at 1600. It had already been outfitted with an iron locking mechanism, and the faerie herself had an iron band attached to her left wrist. At 1700 Lady Moira arrived, and entered the room and..” I put my hand up and stopped him.

                “What is the world was my cousin doing entering the faeries room?” I asked incredulously, my eyes wide. Moira was known for being kind of a trouble maker, but surely, she truly wasn’t this stupid. I watched as Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, and looked down at the ground. Marcus always had a soft spot for her, and I could tell he didn’t want to give her up that easily.

                “Well, Moira, disable the maid who was supposed to get the faerie ready for her trial. The, she may have, well, used herself as a substitute.” Red started to creep up Marcus’ face as he continued to stare at the ground.

                “She, disable to maid to dress the faerie?” I asked, and Marcus nodded. I slammed my fists onto my desk, and stood up. “Is she insane!?”

                “Well, she said she wanted to help get some information out of the faerie, so when she suggested to hide the maids clothing while she was in the shower..” Marcus said sheepishly, and I raised my hands in defeat.

                “That girl is going to be the absolute death of me.” I shook my head, “Marcus I expect better of you than to go along with her foolish plans.” He hung his head in guilt. “Continue, so my idiot cousin Moira entered the room at 1700.”

                “She brought her dinner, and exited at 2000. We believe the faerie went to sleep shortly after.” Marcus finished, and I looked down at my watch. It was eleven at night now, so she had been asleep for a couple hours.

                “Thank you for the update Marcus.” I shook my head at him, still disappointed in his actions. He let his love for my cousin lead him into foolish decisions.

                “I’ll see you in the morning then sir, on the training grounds.” Marcus said, and turned to leave.

                “Hold for one minute Marcus.” I reached for a pen and a small slip of paper, scribbling quick words on it before handing it to my solider. “She doesn’t know what time training starts, please slide this under her door about quarter to 0700.” Marcus nodded, and slid the paper into his pocket.

                “Captain.” He nodded, and left, closing the door silently behind him. I stood from my desk to pace in front of the window that sat behind it. One of the few habits I had that helped me work out problems in my head. Between the faerie, Moira, and my father, I didn’t know which one was more frustrating at the moment. I clenched and unclenched my fists like I was trying to grasp an invisible thread that would lead me to the answers, but came up with more problems than solutions.

                “God damn it!” I yelled and swiped my arm across my desk, knocking papers and files to the floor. I sat back down in the chair, and set my head on the desk, resting my cheek against the cool wood. I felt my eyes begin to get heavy as I sat like that for what seemed like hours, and closed them, not having enough energy to get up and head into my own bedroom. Hoping the light of the office would keep away the dreams of gold and green swirling eyes.