Reign To Ruin

by Zoey Ellis

  Emric bowed. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

  Now that he knew the pure joy of an Omega, he was not going to take any risks. They would fetch great prices in the pleasure chambers and he wouldn’t let them have any opportunity to get away.

  “And I want their employee documents,” Malloron said, as an afterthought. “Full information, like what you documented on Jayleen.” The information Emric had sourced had been interesting. It was obviously a complete farce and didn’t really hold any true information about her, but it did tell him where she claimed to be from in the Western Lands and who was recorded as being her contact person.

  “I will get those for you, Your Majesty,” Emric said. “I should also tell you that it seems your guest has only been eating a small portion of her meals.”

  Malloron frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “The kitchen staff have reported that she never completely finishes any meal sent to her,” Emric said. “At first they thought it was because perhaps she was having some kind of reaction to rich foods, but it has now been nearly two weeks and the same amount is left untouched.”

  Malloron nodded slowly. It is likely she was eating in small portions because she suspected that something was wrong with it. She still did not trust him, and she was smart not to. Still, part of their agreement was that she would eat the food he provided. It irked him that she was still rejecting it in her own way. “I will deal with that,” he said. “Thank you, Emric. Please let Ainmire know that I will be there shortly.”

  Emric beamed at the thanks and then headed away.

  Malloron turned back and re-entered Amara’s room. She wasn’t in the main living area, so he strolled through the rooms until he found her. He was delighted to find that she was in the bath. “Well,” he said, unable to stop the smile forming on his face as he entered the washroom. “It seems I have been missing out every time I leave you.”

  Amara did not even move to cover herself. She simply stared at him, that anger hardening her eyes. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?”

  Malloron found it difficult to keep his eyes off of her wet skin, and those wet breasts. “There is plenty you can do for me,” he said huskily. “But I have someone waiting, so it will have to wait until later.” He leaned against the wall. “I hear that you have only been eating a portion of the food that you have been provided with. That was not our agreement.”

  “The portions are too big,” Amara said. “I cannot eat it all, and my appetite varies from day to day.”

  “Oh really,” Malloron said, amused. “There was someone else who said that to me once, and she happened to be an Omega. An Omega who was told by somebody in this castle that she was being poisoned.”

  Annoyance burst into Amara’s face. “You cannot expect me to trust you with my food.”

  “I do expect it,” Malloron shot back. “And by not eating properly you have effectively broken our deal. But since you struggle in this area, I will give you another chance.” He pushed off the wall and stood closer to her. “We shall dine together. And you will eat every morsel of food offered to you. Is that clear?”

  Amara’s mouth was a straight line, but she slowly nodded, her eyes rebellious.

  Of course her expression aroused him strongly yet again. He ran his eyes over her. “Get up.”

  She hesitated and slowly got to her feet. The bathwater ran down her entire body in little crooked streams, dripping off of every peak and edge. Everything swayed and bounced; her breasts, her ass, the little pudgy handles of fat at her hips, even the soaked tendrils of hair at the nape of her neck was enticing. The woman was a true example of gorgeous perfection.

  Malloron began to undo his pants. Ainmire would just have to wait a bit longer.

  ***

  As the two weeks drew to a close, things were progressing well and Malloron was mostly content. Amara was turning out to be a delight in every way. She actually laughed when she watched the theater company rehearsals, and took pleasure in visiting the galleries again with him. Their meals together started awkwardly. She refused to talk to him and also tried not to eat more than half of the dishes, but she clearly wasn’t aware how far Malloron would go to ensure she ate. She had started losing weight because of this foolishness and there was no way he would allow her to get any slimmer.

  After finishing his own meal, he strapped her into a sling that descended from the center of the ceiling activated with magic. She hung with her wrists tied together above her head, and the strap that served as a seat, under her bottom. The additional straps to spread her legs wide, he didn’t use. As tempting as that picture was, it wasn’t the point of using the sling right now.

  Every time he brought food to her mouth and she did not eat, he would inch the strap holding her wrists up toward the ceiling. It was only when she was hanging without any support, and the buckles were digging into her wrists, that she started eating. He made her eat two whole dishes before releasing her. After that, even though she argued furiously, she was more willing to eat her meals.

  The only thing that dampened his mood was that his meetings had become uncomfortable as more of his clients and contractors were exposed to Amara. Some of them could not keep their fucking eyes off her. Others actually spoke to her in front of him. Of course, he didn’t allow them to see that it bothered him, since they could use it against him.

  One of the main reasons he hadn’t had sex in years was because of the way in which sex was used in the Western Lands. Many rulers had been toppled because they succumbed to the charms of a man or woman who seemed innocent, when in fact they’d been sent by another ruler to assassinate, maim, or render their target mindless. Sex was used often as a tool, and many were weak to it—that was the reason Malloron’s whole operation was such a raging success. It was lucky for him that he found an Omega that no one knew about; it gave him license to fully enjoy her without the worry of being manipulated.

  So he ignored their attentions on her, keeping his expression neutral and only commenting on it when it slowed down proceedings, but inside he raged.

  "You have quite beautiful assistants here," said Waldemar, a nobleman from Madis. His eyes locked on to Amara, in the corner behind Malloron where she usually sat. "In fact, I don't think I've seen such beauty even in your pleasure chambers."

  Malloron forced himself to smile. "I'm sure you are mistaken, Lord Waldemar. My pleasure chambers are of the highest quality in the entire known lands. Do not let one pretty face sway you to thinking otherwise."

  Waldemar dragged his eyes from Amara to look at Malloron. "I'm sure I could be persuaded if I were to see that face in there the next time I visited."

  Malloron's smile remained frozen. "I'm sure you will find plenty of beauty the next time you visit."

  Thankfully, Waldemar let it go after that, but after he left, Malloron fumed that he had dared request her.

  On impulse, he grabbed her as she was leaving the room, and pushed her front up against the wall, noticing how the low corset of her dress plumped up her breasts.

  "What are you doing?" she gasped.

  "Shut up," he growled into her ear, as he pulled up the back of her dress. “You are not to wear such revealing clothes to any of these meetings again.”

  “You provided me with my wardrobe,” she shot back.

  Pulling down her panties, he began to tickle her clit and rub that delicate slit, only to find her slick was already abundant.

  Growling, he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. "Why the fuck are you wet?" he thundered in her ear.

  Her mouth tightened as she looked over her shoulder at him, that defiant look that told him she was not planning on answering. That was not satisfactory this time, he no longer gave a shit about what he did or did not have the right to know.

  He yanked her head back further until she whimpered. "Did that lord turn you on?" he snarled. "Did you like the sound of being in a pleasure chamber with him?" His hand tightened on her hair, gripping her scalp tightly. "Ans
wer me!"

  "No," she whimpered, wincing in pain. "No, it's not that."

  "Then what is it?" Malloron roared, his anger bounding throughout his entire body. "Why the fuck are you ready for cock?"

  Amara’s eyes lowered, and when they fluttered back up there was a subtle resignation in her eyes. "It is noon break," she whispered. "You usually take me back to my room at this time."

  Malloron stilled, both shock and satisfaction battling to dominate him. Her body had prepared for him.

  Releasing her hair with a growl of satisfaction, he thrust inside her, tilting her hips as far as they would go. They both groaned, and he pushed her against the wall as he began to pummel her snug, soppy channel.

  The experience was a new one for him. She was not restrained or naked, and somehow that excited him more. He gripped her hips as he pounded into her and she braced herself on the wall, moaning with each thrust. He reached around and tore the low neckline of the offending dress, spilling her soft, creamy breasts into his hands as they bounced with the jolt of his thrusts. He loved the feel of them, and he squeezed, twisting the nipples, loving hearing her respond.

  She became so incredibly wet, her slick dripped from his balls, and down her legs as he plundered her, slamming her small body into the wall, and once again that scent drove him insane. Why was it so faint? He wanted to drown in it. It just wasn't enough.

  When Amara began to push her hips back, angling her body more horizontally to meet his thrusts, he went wild. Wrapping his arms around her, he squeezed her soft breasts as he yanked her down roughly onto his cock. He nudged her hair away from her neck and began to suck on it, trying to get every single part of his body on every single part of hers. A blissful madness overtook him, one that drove him to dominate every part of her, inside and out. The threads of rapture coursed through his whole body, expanding until it overwhelmed him, bounding through him at his peak until his entire mind could think of nothing but the pleasure bursting through him. It was so intense that he couldn't even think. When her climax caused her pussy to squeeze and tighten, he convulsed, his hips jerking into her as he came.

  Gradually, as the sensation calmed, his senses came back to him.

  He was leaning against the wall, the Omega tucked into his body, as they both panted. He moved a strand of hair, running the back of his finger down the side of her face. She closed her eyes and sighed, and he leaned forward to kiss her, before realizing what he was doing.

  He halted, watching her closely. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head, her eyes still closed.

  He slowly, and reluctantly, released his arms from around her, running his hands over every part of her he could reach, before withdrawing his cock from her pussy. His knot had swollen to a larger size than ever before, but it still wasn't enough to lock with her. It plopped out pretty easily with the lubrication of her slick, but the friction was so pleasurable, he almost pushed it back in.

  He staggered backward, shocked at how weak he felt in his legs. Strangely, the tenebris was calm. It flowed through his body quietly, drifting along as though he had drunk his magical wine.

  Malloron buckled up his pants, confusion and unease settling into him. Something strange was happening. Why was that mating so intense? Was it because she wasn't restrained? Was it because of the anger he felt, or maybe her subdued resignation—it was the first time that she had shown any kind of real submission.

  He couldn't tell what the reason was, but he wasn't sure he liked it. That experience had him completely out of control—and if it continued, it would put him at risk.

  The Omega did not move from the wall, she leaned against it panting, her panties around her thighs, her dress still hiked up.

  Malloron stood, trying to get a hold of himself. "Do not be late for the next meeting." With that, he left the room and headed straight to his temple.

  He was beginning to see why Omegas were dangerous. If that experience was anything to go by, then he had to be careful. And yet a strong part of him didn't give a shit about being careful. That part of him wanted to turn around and fuck her again right now, that part of him wanted to have her submit fully, it wanted to knot her properly the way he was supposed to.

  That same part of him whispered that he needed her to be his entirely and in every way. Not just for what he had planned, but because she was truly his… and that part of him was growing louder and stronger each day. It was pushing him to act crazily. Maybe he needed to stop fucking her for a while, but the thought of that was like torture. No. There had to be another option to stop him from becoming too vulnerable before the dark moon arrived. He considered contacting Emperor Drocco for his opinion, but dismissed that notion as soon as it arose. The man was crazy for his Omega—he wasn’t a good example to take advice from.

  Once in his temple, he searched out the books about Omegas. There weren’t many. His father once tried to tell him about Omegas, but Malloron had been too wild and young to take any time at all to listen. They’d never been of interest to him, his number one interest had always been Eiros and ensuring that the royal family stayed relevant in the Western Lands.

  After finding nothing useful in the temple, he sat on his throne deep in thought sipping his magical wine to calm the tenebris. If the Omega was his anyway, and he desired her for more than just his plans, surely he should be considering making it more official. He hadn’t considered it an option—before he never intended to let any Omega rule him. But she couldn’t rule him if she belong to him, could she? If he dominated and owned her in every way, that would satisfy these instincts and feelings and he could carry on as before, except she would have made him stronger and be owned by him in every way. But moving in that direction took careful consideration.

  He rose and summoned Emric.

  "How may I help you, your Majesty?" Emric asked when he arrived at the temple.

  “Cancel my meetings for the rest of the afternoon," Malloron instructed. He needed to weigh the risks and research spells that could potentially assist him.

  “Yes, Your Majesty,” Emric bowed. "And what about your… guest."

  Malloron thought for a moment, then drained his glass. "She may do as she wishes.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  AMARA

  Amara paced in her room. Something was wrong. Even though she was supposed to be blocked, she desired King Malloron in every way she shouldn’t.

  She wracked her brain, wondering what the hell that meant. Her magical blocks dampened her Omega scent and all signals identifying her as an Omega, and instead gave the impression she was a Beta. While using them, she shouldn’t be able to smell an Alpha’s scent at all, and yet that was not true with King Malloron. At first, she thought it wasn’t a problem because it was so faint. She also assumed that there was a simple basic attraction to him that caused her reaction to him. But she was beginning to suspect it was more than that. If her blocks were truly compromised, it could mean pregnancy, which would then allow an Alpha’s controlling influence, and not just sexually. It could mean the end for her Omega spies and sisters.

  The mating they just had in the meeting room had been so utterly delicious, she hadn’t wanted it to stop. His entire body pressing against her had her mumbling in satisfaction, and his hands on her breasts, his warm mouth sucking on her neck… Utter and total bliss. She wanted more and more. Even though he had been rough, and dominating, and fucking rude, it turned her on so much.

  She hated that she secretly looked forward to him fucking her, hated that her body prepared for him automatically. She hated that when she looked at him now, she wanted his hands on her, she wanted his cock inside her, she wanted to be fucked until that amazing pleasure crested over her every sense and made her mindless. She even wanted to be strapped to the bench so he could dominate her completely.

  She gnawed her lip in frustration, clenching and unclenching her fists. What the fuck was wrong with her? This was not why she agreed to the arrangement, and was certainly not why s
he had come to the Western Lands. She was becoming too comfortable with the intimate nature of their agreement, and the guilt that overcame her in the aftermath of every mating was beginning to take its toll. Although she learned some things from the meetings she attended, was it worth it?

  She paused in the middle of the room, realizing she had the whole afternoon to explore the castle again. Clearly, King Malloron had been called to deal with an urgent matter if he suddenly canceled all his afternoon meetings. That meant he may be too distracted to keep track of where she was and what she was doing. Either way, she had to try.

  Taking a chance, she changed into the servant tunic she’d worn the first day she arrived in the rooms. Hopefully it would help her to blend in.

  She exited the room and began to walk. Over the last two weeks, she explored the castle in a pattern, committing to memory where she’d been. It was the only way to progress through the massive castle… whenever an opportunity arose for her to explore. Each time she headed in a different direction, hoping to fool the king into thinking that she had no idea what she was doing, and that there was no method to her movements. But she had laid out a pattern of where she already explored in her mind. All she needed to do was to keep heading in one direction or another.

  Turning toward the eastern side of the castle, which she suspected was the direction of the servants’ area, she hurriedly made her way to the last point of exploration. She only had a few hours until evening, and she had to get back before Malloron arrived for their shared dinner.

  As she explored the new parts of the route, part of her surroundings seemed familiar. Her heart rate increased realizing that she was probably entering an area she’d been before. Luckily, a female servant in a similar colored tunic approached from the other direction.

  "Pardon," Amara said in hushed tones. "I know we're not supposed to be talking in the corridors, but I really need to get to the statue room. I'm supposed to be cleaning it."