When the kiss ends, I feel a little lightheaded, caught up in the whirlwind of King Caleb and his masterful tongue. As I try to catch my breath, Caleb glowers at all the onlookers, as if making sure the message was received.I am King Caleb’s. No one else is allowed to touch.I know better than to a
Only one excuse comes to mind, that might satisfy Caleb.As he leaves one conversation, moving to head into another, I lightly tap his shoulder and whisper, “I have to use the bathroom.”He gives me a long, searching look, then starts to remove his hand from my waist. He does so slowly, trailing his
The knife cuts a straight line across the backs of my arms, which I raised to protect my face. Blood immediately drips from the wound, but it is not deep. I’m fortunate.These women really do seem more intent on maiming me than killing me.“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be,” Madeli
Bethany continues to clean Harper’s wounds, though her mind is reeling. Why won’t Harper tell the King what he demands? Madeline, Gwen, and the others deserve whatever punishment comes their way, not just for what happened here today, but also for so many other atrocities they’ve committed against f
The woman is wearing a too-tight red dress that pushes up her breasts provocatively, and curves around her hips and ass like a second-skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her blonde hair is pulled back away from her face, but then hangs down her back in loose ringlets.She’s tracing tiny circles
Caleb drops his hand down to my side and takes my wrist. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t command, simply turns away from me and starts walking to a side door. I immediately fall into step behind him.At his whispered promises, my pussy began to feel wet. Now, with the promise of more on the horizon, I’m dri
It feels so good, my mind is blank to all but yes and more, please more.With my last working brain cell, I stubbornly keep my mouth shut.Caleb growls, and the vibrations bring me even more pleasure.Then, without warning, he slips a finger inside of me. Then two, pumping in and out, mimicking the
The days continue on. Caleb constantly commands that I be on hand, ready to give him a massage whenever he demands one, so my routine starts to reflect Caleb’s own. I wake up early, wash and change, then meet him outside of his door as he leaves his rooms.He walks and I follow, to the Hall. There,
That’s… odd. I was expecting more fight from him. At the very least, I thought he might just storm off and leave me alone. But now he wants to… help? Maybe my words got through to him. Does he now see how important it is for us to work together to survive? Containing my pride, I return to my wor
For a brief moment, Caleb’s entire face goes slack with shock. In that instant, I feel vindicated, like maybe he’ll learn something now. However, in the next second, his face hardens instead. His words like ice, he says, “What did you just say to me?” Any other day, maybe I would have backed dow
My main worry is for Tristan and his safety on his dangerous mission. My second worry, however, is for myself, as I’m now alone with him in this farmhouse. There are no other slaves, or servants. No cooks. No cleaners. No other harem women to sate his needs – although that makes me more pleased than
Tristan and Caleb, talking lightly. I also notice that the clothes I left on the coffee table for Caleb are gone. Standing from the couch, I cross the room, closer to the door. “You can’t just go back storming through the gates,” Tristan says. “We don’t know the state of anything right now. Geor
Bethany keeps her head down, completing her work scrubbing the blood from the balcony while trying to not to panic about the very clearly bear soldiers still in the capital, posing as King’s guards. All the while, she waits for her chance to come forward and warn the Gamma about what she’s seeing.
Eventually, once the shooting and the screaming ends, Bethany crawls out from under her bed. There are so many safe rooms in the capital but each one she tried was taken with people of higher rank than her, unwilling to share their space with her. In the end, with nowhere else to go, she retreated b
Caleb pats his thigh like he wants me to come sit on his lap. He can’t be serious. The man could barely walk across the room on his own and now he wants to have sex? “We should wait,” I start to say. His eyes narrow. “You dare deny your king?” He adds a frown. “Or do you think your king incapabl
Caleb gently twists his body this way and that, feeling each poke of discomfort. “That explains why I feel like swiss cheese. Help me to the couch then, damn it.” Tristan and Harper both help Caleb to his feet and together they shuffle toward the floral-pattern couch against the wall. “A bed wou
Caleb’s vision is red as he closes his hands around the traitor’s throat. He has her up against the wall, her feet dangling, kicking wildly. She claws at Caleb’s hands with her dull human fingernails, as if that would ever be enough for him to not see justice done. “C-Caleb…” she gasps, the villai