Thankfully, it was only a short drive from the airport, and it ended when the castle came into view, lit by the setting sun. It was still jarring to look at the damage, but I could see some extra supports underneath the floor where the bomb went off. Most of the building chunks on the lawn had been removed, the large gashes in the ground the only reminder they’d been there. We got out of the car and we approached the front steps where Olivier stood waiting for us.
She curtseyed to me, nodding respectfully. “Madam Lisbeth.”
God, not that again.
“Just Lisbeth,” I reminded her. “Any updates?”
She raised her head and started biting one of her brown lips, briefly flicking her eyes to Arthur. “I contacted the Lycans like you asked me to.” That was news to me, drawing my attention to Arthur who had his gaze fixed straight ahead. “I’d just like to point out that everyone is pissed off about it, so whatever you were trying to accomplish isn’t working.”
“We’re trying to accomplish peace,” Arthur informed her, silencing her with his piercing stare.
“Yeah, this is why we don’t date anymore,” Olivier responded, pulling her middle finger out of her pocket for him.
Trying not to laugh, I pat his arm like he was an unruly puppy. “Down, boy.”
“They haven’t responded, but I’ll let you know when they have,” she continued, eyeing Arthur like she wanted to slug him. “Also everyone knows about her.” She gestured with her chin to my mother, still with the attack face. “I think they’re more pissed about that.”
“Could you show my parents to a suite?” She nodded to me and was off, leading them inside. I faced my men and found Knight’s face drawn to the darkening sky.
“I’ll have to go soon,” he said. “I’ll be fine alone, I promise.” Arthur and I came to him at the same time, and we held him together, kissing and hugging him before he stepped away. “See you in the morning.” We watched him retreat off the lawn and down the street before he disappeared into the forest.
Knowing I’d be worried sick until he returned, I immediately went into planning mode. I wasn’t going to get any rest, I might as well do something useful. Arthur left to check the castle guard and I went to my office where I found a rolled up map of the world in one of the cabinets. I recovered a rolling cork board from the smaller drawing-room, sticking the map to it with pushpins.
Anastasia had given me some translated notes from her journal and I used them to mark off places on the map where she knew Alistair wasn’t hiding, and all the places that he’d used to trick her into thinking it was his lair when it had just been a trap. I’d been there for hours when Arthur came in and flicked on the office light.
I barely glanced at him, still trying to decipher a word my mother had written. “Come here. Is this an R or an N?” He approached the board and surveyed my work. I felt proud when he didn’t look unimpressed. He didn’t look impressed either, but I took my pluses where I could. I picked my marker up again to put another X on the board but he stopped me, taking the papers from my hands and setting them down on the chalk tray.
“It’s time for bed, let’s go.”
I shook my head and tried to pick my things up again, squirming in his arms when he blocked me. “No, I can’t sleep with Knight gone. Let me work.”
“Oh, we’re not going to sleep. I can assure you of that.”
And like that, work mode went away like it never existed, and my body was alive like someone had stuck me with an electric wire. Arthur stepped me backwards, looking like a tiger chasing his prey, until my ass hit the edge of my desk, but he kept moving, pushing my knees apart and standing between them.
“Did I ever fuck you in here?” he asked, his large hand coming up to grip one side of my neck. I shook my head, unable to speak with him staring at me like I was a meal he would devour in one swallow. “I bet you thought about it. Thought about me shoving you against this desk, fucking you from behind on it, maybe even tying you up so you can’t escape.” The way my pulse shot off like a rocket gave me away, that I might not have thought of those things before, but I definitely was now. He chuckled at me with a teasing grin. “I’ve only had you a few times, but you get so damn wet when you’re helpless beneath me. You like being at my mercy. You’re not like that with Knight or Balthazar. You want them to fuck you. You want me to take you.” His other hand ran down my side until he slid it underneath me, grasping my ass cheek roughly. “Tell me I’m wrong.” My voice was completely gone and he squeezed me again when I didn’t answer.
“You’re not,” I said hoarsely, ending in a moan as he lifted me up by my neck until I was level with his mouth. I wanted to close the distance between us but he held me in place.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he commanded, every breath mingling with mine.
“I want you to fuck me exactly the way you think of doing every time I’m a smart ass. Like I’m only here to be fucked by your cock.” The words burned every inch of my skin, and I knew he would give me all of that and more.
“Shit,” he swore, and crushed my lips with his, devouring me whole, his grip on my neck starting to hurt. He quickly turned me around, ran both of his hands down the globes of my ass and reached underneath my dress to tear my panties off me. He tossed the ruined scrap of cloth away and removed my dress next until I was naked, the cold office air making me tingle. “Down against the desk.” I bent and pressed my bare front across it, my cheek warm on the cold wood.
He left me for a moment but I stayed where I was, knowing he would be cross if I moved. When he returned, he took my hands back behind me and secured them with bonds strong enough to hold a vampire, making me at his mercy as I’d wanted to be. He wasn’t finished, however. He knelt behind me and started tying my ankles together, then my thighs. From my position on the desk, even with my legs bound my slit was exposed to him.
With my head to the side, he stood in front of me and I watched him unbutton his pants, dropping the zipper, and pulling his cock out. He stroked it up and down, swirling his thumb against the head, staring right into my eyes.
“When I first met Knight after you told me he’d been my lover, I pictured what it would be like to fuck him. What noises he would make, how tight his ass would be.” Jesus, he was really going to just talk while I was lying here tied up. I was impossibly even more turned on from the neglect. “That didn’t prepare me for the real thing, though. When I had him underneath me, he whimpered, waiting for me to put my cock inside him. He wanted it, and he’d never even touched another man before.” Arthur’s hand slowly stroked up his length, his hips thrusting forward slightly. “And when I pushed inside him, his cock jerked from the feeling of a man’s dick rimming his ass. I don’t think you noticed because Balthazar was fucking you so hard, but when I started thrusting into Knight, fuck. He was a bitch in heat, he looked like he was about to come before we’d even started. I could hardly hold myself off, I didn’t want to be rough with him. But then, he begged me to. I saw it in his eyes, he wanted it hard and fast, he wanted me to fuck the come out of him.”
A whimper escaped my throat, hearing his words and watching him jack himself off. God, I couldn’t take this. I needed him to fuck me. Hoping it might help, I shut my eyes so I couldn’t see him, but he kept talking.
“So I stopped holding myself back, I piston fucked his tight ass, I’ve never fucked a man that hard before. I fucked him until he shot his load all over me. It got on my chest, my hair. And then I came inside his ass so hard, I swear I almost passed out.”
My pussy was so wet, it dripped all down my bound legs, and they started shaking from the effort of holding me up.
“Look at me.” I opened my eyes and saw Arthur had undressed, exposing every curve and valley I’d spent many nights exploring with my mouth. “You’re dripping onto the carpet. I’ve never seen a woman get so turned on during a story about me fucking her lover, but I knew it would have this effect on you. Next time I tie you up, I’m going to fuck
him in front of you until he comes all over your naked body. Would you like that?” My timid yes was barely audible. I was beyond arousal, I was a puddle of need. Just touch me, flick me, anything.
I gasped in relief when he moved finally and jumped when his hands massaged my ass again. He pulled my cheeks apart and a fresh stream of wet escaped me, running down my legs to the floor where I felt a wet spot under my feet.
“That’s what I want,” he teased, making me shudder and more streams came from me as he massaged my ass more, kneading like it was made of dough. God, I hoped I didn’t orgasm from it, but I was so close I had no idea what would set me off. He lifted his hands, I waited, and I felt the head of his cock push into my ass. I groaned in disappointment, I needed him in my pussy, I needed something to touch me there where I was throbbing with want. “You don’t want me to fuck your ass?” I groaned again, but he cracked his hand across my ass cheek and I jumped away from him. “I’m going to fuck your ass like I fucked Knight’s. I think you want that very much.” He stopped playing nice, as if he was at all before, and he thrust inside until his balls slapped against my slit, splashing the wetness there. He interrupted my gasp, pulling on my hair until my back was arched so much, my breasts weren’t touching the desk anymore. Then he started fucking me, the office filling with the wet slapping noise from his testicles hitting my body. Every few thrusts my clitoris got hit and I was about to come so hard. My moans tipped him off and he sped up, going in and out of me like a jackhammer. “Tell me when you’re coming,” he ordered, just as I knew it was going to happen. I could hardly breathe, much less speak.
“I’m…” He tugged on my hair and I started to climax, the wet sounds from me intensifying and the puddle growing on the floor. “I’m coming, oh god, fuck.” His pace never slowed from the beginning of my orgasm until I’d stopped shuddering. My body was primed and it was not satisfied yet, easily throwing me close to another release. Arthur moved back so his balls weren’t hitting me anymore and it made the climb that much harder with nothing to stimulate me except his ravenous fucking. What I thought would be an easy ascent turned into me trying desperately to climax but unable to get there. He fucked me like that for what felt like an hour and I was so frustrated I couldn’t take it.
“Please, Arthur, please let me come again,” I pleaded brokenly.
“That’s it, baby. That’s what I wanted.”
Such an ass.
He pulled out and untied me, my limbs prickly as the feeling came back to them. Turning me, he lifted me up onto the desk and laid me out on it, lifting my legs and sliding back inside my ass.
“Rub your clit, come for me.” I needed no other instruction, I put my hand between us and rubbed at my sensitive nub, his fucking picking up speed again until he was shoving me across the wood with every thrust.
“Oh…” I whined. “God yes, fuck me harder, make me…” I finally crested after so long, and loud guttural moans escaped me, my walls pulsing on his cock over and over. He kept going, kept fucking, until I came again not a minute later. He’d had his fun, and god it was some of the best sex I’d ever had. Even with my body still shaking, I sat up and kissed his lips, his rapid fucking jostling our lips together. “Come in my ass,” I begged him, and he lost his control in an instant, thrusting and shooting his load inside me, grunting, gripping my hips so hard he was going to leave a bruise. He finally slowed and heaved, trying to catch his breath, leaning his head against my shoulder. His hands trembled slightly, but he picked me up, keeping us connected, and walked to the couch where he found a blanket to wrap around us, and he carried me naked up to my rooms where we fell asleep still entwined.
Some time in the early morning, I was stirred in my sleep with Arthur’s hand stroking my lower belly. I turned my head towards him, eyes still closed in a sleepy haze, and my hand found his bare chest, tickling the sparse, blonde hair there.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked in a whisper, though we were alone so there was no need to stay quiet.
I opened my eyes, only to see loving concern all over his scarred face. The sight of it nearly brought me to tears. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”
He dipped his head to my breast, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “I know I can be intense. I don’t ever want you to be afraid of me.”
My heart melted, ached for him. I brought his head up to see the deep emotion on his face. “You’ve never told me that before.” Something passed between us as we stared in each other’s eyes, a vulnerability I’d never seen from the stoic icy warrior. Maybe I’d done something in my old life to stop him from being this exposed with me, or maybe he’d felt like he had to be strong for me and couldn’t show me how he really felt.
I’d never felt so in love with him.
“Kiss me,” I beckoned to him, folding him into me when he hovered over my body, gently kissing my lips, worshipping them with his mouth like they held the secrets to happiness. He kissed down my neck, burning my skin with every touch. Nestled between my legs, it was only a quick movement before he pushed his hardness inside me, and he started a slow, deep pace, rocking me into the bed as gently as possible.
From his position on top of me, I was free to stare right into his eyes, only breaking the contact to lift my head for a tender kiss. His hands trailed down my sides, massaging my skin, dipping back down to kiss as much of my chest and stomach that he could reach. We rocked together, no movement too hurried or desperate.
Slowly, my body was responding to his love making, and he reached between us, twirling his fingers around my nub, bending back on top of me to capture my lips in his. Gasping against his lips, I moaned and felt myself cresting, almost there. He kissed my breath away, his hand fisting into the sheet when he felt me tip over and I came, grasping at him as I shuddered and fell apart. The rhythm of his thrusts broke when he moaned his own release against my lips, falling against me with shaking limbs. With passion flooding over me, I stroked at his sweaty forehead, pushing his blonde hair out of the way.
“I love you, Lisbeth. If I can be happy about one thing in all this, it’s that I didn’t have to wait so long to possess you this time. It would’ve driven me mad.”
I grinned a tired smile. “I don’t think you liked me as quickly last time.”
“Bullshit. I knew the moment I saw you that you belonged to me.”
That made me giggle, bouncing him on my stomach. “That’s a little awkward considering you still hunted me after said moment and arrested me, then kept me in my room for six months under house arrest. What do you call that?”
“Foreplay,” he answered, like it was obvious.
The front door of my suite opened and we both sat up as Knight came into the bedroom, looking a little dirty and very exhausted. I was up in an instant, coming close to inspect him under the grit on his skin. He had a nasty cut on his leg somewhere, I could smell the blood on him.
“You should’ve let me come with you,” I fussed, my heart falling at the sight of his blank face, dead tired from his run.
Arthur was there, taking his hand and leading him away from the door. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” We brought him to the bathroom and Arthur gently undressed him while I ran a bath in my large tub. When it was full enough, I stepped in first, already naked, and was there to help guide Knight to the middle of the water.
Arthur joined on Knight’s other side, already soaping up a loofah and running it along Knight’s arm. I got out my nail brush and we got to work on him like he was at a spa. When I switched to his feet and Arthur lifted his leg to inspect the healing cut, Knight started giggling at me, making me pause in my work.
“What?” I asked, bending to run the nail brush on his toes.
“You two fuss over me like I’m a toddler who can’t clean his own feet.”
I squinted and splashed at him before Arthur took Knight’s neck in his hand and they shared a passionate kiss while I watched from Knight’s feet. “It’s because you’re exhausted, and we love you.” They
stopped, realizing Arthur hadn’t said that to Knight before now. “I love you,” he clarified, kissing the werewolf again, as tenderly as he had with me. Too tired for more, Arthur leaned against the back of the tub, taking Knight with him until he lay across the vampire’s chest. I swam up to them and joined in, putting my head on the crook of Knight’s neck, and Arthur’s arms went up around me, holding us both in his protective embrace.
Red flag
After leaving Knight to rest for a few hours, Arthur and I went hand in hand down to my office to finish my work from the night before. Anastasia was already there, perched on the edge of my desk, in the exact spot where Arthur had taken me. Thankfully the spot on the carpet had dried, but my cheeks still flushed as I walked past her and I knew Arthur was chuckling to himself.
“Where’s Lucas and Clara?” I asked her as I picked up the notes and my marker.
She answered without looking up from her journal. “They’re fucking.”
I whirled on her, turning even more pink. “Mom! What the hell?!”
Her apathetic shrug only made it worse. “Not like you weren’t doing it earlier. I can smell it all over this room.” She peered over her book, giving Arthur a knowing glance. “Better be treating my daughter right. You’re all she has if the witch’s prediction is true.”
“Knight isn’t going to die, mom. Don’t say that, I can’t handle it. You know how I feel about losing him.”
Her apathy turned into sympathy. “I know, baby. Why do you think I went comatose for centuries? I lost my mate too, and then I lost you. I know exactly what you’re feeling. That’s why I won’t rest until we stop Alistair so we can get our future back as much as possible.” She paused, and the tight look on her face told me she’d been effected by my story about Marie much more than I’d thought. She would never get to fall in love with the woman who had made her happy in my time. It passed as soon as it came, and she was back to her journal, making a few notes with a pencil on the yellowed pages.
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