by Daya Daniels
I am fixated on the action.
She drinks and drinks and drinks.
A soft laugh rattles my chest.
An appreciative gasp leaves her before she sets the goblet down slowly and licks her lips.
I sit back in my chair, stretching out. “How did that just feel?”
“Liberating.” Her lashes lower.
Cocking my head to the side, I smirk.
This woman is my friend.
She is my lover.
And most importantly of all, she is soon to be my future queen.
“You are beautiful.”
She lifts a brow. “And so are you.”
My chest swells with the way she looks at me—like I am mighty—like I am her God.
I draw power from those filthy gazes she gifts me with as her eyes sweep over my bare chest. This woman is intoxicating. She infects my veins, crawls inside them and does her bloody work.
My lips are pressed together tightly.
Slowly, Briar rises from her seat and I eye her warily as she drags her slender fingers across the shiny surface of the table, moves along the length of it, and stops when she is finally lingering near me.
The waning candlelight casts a shadow behind her and beneath her nightgown I am able to trace the line of her curvy figure with my eyes. Taut nipples. Shapely thighs. And a bum so big and round I swear it could blot out the sun if it ever did show its face.
I shift in my seat to face her and settle into a lazy pose.
One step closer.
And another and another, until she stops and remains still, toying with the hem of her dress.
Peering up at her, my heart races around in my chest at what I find traced into her delicate features.
Desire?
Filth.
Need.
“I have never felt like this, Alexander.” Her movements are delicate and intriguing.
“What do you mean?”
Her fingers float my way and soon they are stroking my cheek and teasing my beard. “So strong.”
My eyes narrow.
A wondrous smile dances across her lips and settles there. “So powerful.”
A groan floats from me when she edges closer and her legs part so that my outstretched ones are between hers.
“This feeling, Alexander, it is addictive.”
When she leans forward, a thick section of her hair sweeps across my cheek. I take the chance to inhale her before she backs away but keeps her hands settled on my shoulders.
We shouldn’t be here like this.
Shit.
It is too soon…
“I am in control, Alexander, finally, of my own destiny…” Awe sweeps over her face before her eyes settle on mine once more. “The realization that I now control my own future makes me wet.” She moans.
I hang my head, unable to deny how enthralled I am by her and how incredible she looks.
She doesn’t move.
Lazily, my fingers tease the hem of her nightgown and then the soft skin on her thighs until they move higher and higher. A hiss slips from me when they tease the wetness which slicks the insides of her thighs.
Briar whimpers.
I groan. “You are wet.”
“Yes.”
“But you’re always wet.”
“Yes.”
Pale thighs shiver around my hand as if it’s cold but there’s nothing but heat between us.
We are scorching.
I sink into her wetness and tease her clit with the brush of my fingers.
A gasp drifts from her at the unrelenting torment.
“This power, Alexander, it is intoxicating.” The wine encourages her sweet giggle. “I will rule England alongside you.” Her hand slips down between her thighs and immediately she begins to pleasure herself with rough strokes which wrench her body forward when she does.
Mouth falling wide open, I throw my hands up in surrender, shock and awe marring my features.
She may not realize it, but I am submitting.
It is the only way.
Still, it is too soon…
Her own impatient hands tear at her nightgown and with the action the supple mounds of her breasts are revealed. Unable to help myself, my mouth crashes to them and I lick and suck and tease the taut pink buds, panting like a beast as I do.
She moves slowly, so slowly, and dips down to press a kiss to my lips.
I am in physical pain watching this…
With a gaped mouth and her neck cranes to the wooden beams high above us and long lashes fluttering, the orgasm snatches her and takes her up high and away for just a little while.
Yanking at my trousers, and moving as quickly as I can, I shove them down to my knees and my cock flies free.
Briar’s wails ease.
Still, she is delirious.
She’ll need to be for what we’re about to do next.
My hand clutches her nape, the other settles roughly, impatiently, eagerly, at her right hip.
I force her to look me in the eyes, holding her, peering up into her gorgeous face.
Hot breaths are traded.
The scent of desire whips and swirls around us like something evil we cannot fight or see.
Briar trembles when I pull her soft body down, lower, lower, lower.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, Briar.” I almost black the fuck out.
A sharp sensation shoots up the shaft of my cock which won’t abate.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Unpreventable shock.
It all weaves its way into her tormented expression.
I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.
Wet flesh sheaths and clenches me in spasms which match the rhythm of Briar’s breathing.
I wait for her protest unsure of what I’ll do with it when it comes…
She does nothing, only falls into my gaze when I settle into hers.
We breathe.
There are no other sounds.
The wobble of her bottom lip assures me that I have taken her by surprise.
She was warned.
She did not listen.
I meant every goddamn word I had said.
It was a warning. An invitation. A bloody declaration.
But nothing could prepare her for this…
You may not be a virgin, Princess Briar, but when I take you, I promise that you will forget about all the men who have ever come before me.
Courage is carved between her knotted brows. Spine stiff. Body tight in my secure grip.
So, so warm.
I gift her with a gaze which aims to imbue her with hope.
You can do it. Take me. All of me. I am willing to bleeeeeeeeeeeed from your thorns!
We share everything.
I give everything.
Everything. Everything.
And everything this is—a union, the meeting of hot flesh and devilish desires…I want it with her.
Only her.
I encourage her to breathe, relax, focus, as she takes more of me.
Still…she cracks.
She can’t catch her breath.
Instantly, a tear leaps over her eyelid and trickles fast and hot down her cheek. I hold her close, unable to stifle my groan when she shifts forward and buries a long howl into the crook of my neck.
I hold her.
I so fucking hold her.
My rose.
My saint.
The woman of my motherfucking nightmares…
Despite the pain wrapped exquisitely around the pleasure of the gift I am giving her, she makes no attempt to escape. I could never let her go. I will not let her go. A ragged exhale escapes me when she shifts and her bare feet scrabble across the floor, searching for purchase.
SCRAAAPPPPPEEEEEEEE.
The chair moves, almost shatters when her hips rise and her pussy walls glide over my cock with a squelch. I’m helpless to stop her sinc
e I find myself too embroiled in the pleasure, groaning like a wounded animal and covered in sweat. Lips parted and breaths bated, I regard her curiously before she falls completely, taking allllllll of me.
“Alexander.” Her bottom lip quivers.
The groan I expel causes my chest to quake and I struggle to breathe.
I will never be the same again…
I am forever changed.
I am ransacked.
Heart stolen.
With each rise and fall with her supple flesh as her hips crash into mine, I forget how to rule…
For it is my future queen who in this moment, overpowers me.
Briar
MY HEART HAS BEEN impaled…
Choking out helpless tears, I suck in air, finding myself absorbed by the haunting gray eyes which peer back at me. Alexander’s expression is stone and his grip around my frame is a force of reckoning.
The pain…
Oh, dear God, the pain…
But the pleasure!
I am beside myself with it and unable to catch my breath…My unsteady hand settles on Alexander’s powerful shoulder and my fingers curl into hard, sweat-slicked and muscular flesh. When I inhale, I breathe in the masculine scent of him…It is calming. It is unique. It is Alexander…
And now it is all mine.
“Oh.” His large hands settle at my hips, fingers curling into the skin there and no matter the discomfort shoved up and between my wanton thighs, the spreading, the fullness, the stretching…
Still, I rise.
Up and down, I move, slowly, expelling horrified sounds.
Beneath long dark lashes, he looks up at me, those grays worship me.
From between perfect and clenched white teeth, a long and lazy hiss slips from Alexander.
The chair rocks, legs threatening to break as our motioning weight threatens to shatter the thing.
A wail drifts from me and ricochets off the stone which surrounds us.
I struggle to take Alexander’s massive cock that is all but boring a hole into my goddamn soul, but I forge ahead and set my hips against him with the motion. Heat. Desire. It is all something I cannot fight. Despite the pain, I only want more…Wet and quivering, my pussy walls part and envelop every fat inch of him. Up and down I move, crying out, searching for his delicious lips and send my own crashing toward his, until I settle into a rhythm.
The wooden chair creaks and screams with the violent motion.
“Oh, Briar.” Alexander grips me tight, marking me with his fingertips, staining me, wrecking me.
I rock against him, clit dragging torturously over his sweaty skin, intensifying the sensation which surges to my knees and makes them wobble. The bones leave my legs and I sink against Alexander, weeping and wailing, pleasure-soaked and desperate for more.
A big hand slides up the back of my neck so tenderly and settles at my nape, stroking. Leaning in, Alexander presses his perfect nose into my cheek. “I love you, Briar.” Greedily, he sucks my top lip into his mouth, tongue delves firmly, and then he kisses me softly.
At the twitch of his big cock deep inside me, I mewl out words I cannot understand.
“I love you so much.” Forcing my head back and exposing the line of my neck, gray eyes pierce mine. “I am yours. I promise you, Briar. I am yours.” The confession leaves him angrily but still resolute and honest.
I believe him.
I believe every word he says.
This man might be a lot of things, but he is not a liar.
He would never lie to me.
After all, a promise is a promise…
Weakly, I nod.
With a harsh inhale, he breathes in my skin as if it energizes his very soul and licks and kisses away my tears. “It is too soon.”
Wrapped up in ecstasy and still unable to untangle myself from him, I weep.
“It is too soon.”
“What do you mean, Alexander?”
He does not reply to my question, only wraps his arms tighter around me and lifts my small frame to rise and fall against him. My lips find his, and after stealing a harsh kiss from his beautiful mouth, I bury my nose in his cheek. We are chest to chest. Heart to heart. We are one.
Alexander growls and the motion becomes out of control.
I hold on for dear life.
We move.
We rock.
I rise and fall against him, sheathing his incredible length, stretching from his punishing girth.
Wet. Wet. Wet.
It’s in the air…
The filthy sounds are ignored.
They only drive Alexander on.
He softens.
He opens his heart to me even more.
He is laying his armor down…for me.
Struggling to breathe and with weak arms, mouth gaped, all I can do is hold on to him.
Stretching. Filling. Parting.
He sends me out of this world with euphoria!
Our flesh meets and every kiss of our hips is delivered with precision.
It all strikes me hard and forces me to scream! “ALEXANDER!” The sensations whirl and twist and send my stomach up in my throat. Gritting my teeth, I grind myself against him, lost, but reminded that I am alive when the powerful and cataclysmic orgasm takes over my soul.
Alexander fucks me still.
I am saturated with sweat—his and mine—skin, hair, pussy. It drips down and into my eyes and mixes with my tears that fall. But no matter what, he won’t let me escape his gaze. He peers deep into me, searching places no one has ever seen, stealing from me. He is taking his power. He is owning me.
I am loved. I am loved. I am loved.
His beautiful mouth opens wide and then he bares perfect white teeth.
I yelp when the serpent goes wild in my pussy—pulsing, throbbing, exploding!
And I know it is done.
I am full of cum…and I am so very grateful.
Yet, I am also still unmarried…
Shit.
The groan Alexander expels threatens to bring down the walls of Bond Manor.
He has given me everything…
Filled me.
Claimed me.
Loved me.
I am saturated with it all!
Cock still throbbing, he clutches the back of my head with his big hand and doesn’t say a word.
Only shivers.
“Thank you.” A tear slips down my cheek. “Thank you.”
“Who am I?” His eyes hold a fierceness.
“You are my king. And I love you so, so much.”
A satisfied moan leaves him before his forehead falls to mine. “You-are-mine.”
“Yes.”
A victorious smile lands on his lips. “You are my rose.”
And on your thorns, happily, I bleed…
Alexander
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING here?” My words are clipped.
“I do not know, Your Majesty.” Heaving for breath, Terra’s massive form shuffles nearer to the willow tree. “I do not know.” The whites of her eyes are huge beneath the darkness. “But what a treat it is to be outside breathing in the air and absorbing the beauty of these lands again.” Her curious gaze bounces about. The amazement in her features never leaves. After all, it’s been about a thousand years since Terra has left the depths of Berkhamsted Castle.
Tonight, Raven Forest is calm.
More calm than I have ever witnessed it.
The crickets chirp. The drawn-out croak of a bullfrog fills the air. The moths flutter about.
My lips part and I suck in a breath before I scan the landscape.
So green.
So dark beyond the trees.
Above us the white moon shines down and the stars twinkle bright in the night sky.
Where is she?
The ache is my chest intensifies the longer I wait and the more my heart beckons to find her.
Growlin
g, Terra hobbles toward me. “What are you looking for, Your Majesty?”
Not what, but who…
Why doesn’t she know?
Terra touches my arm lightly, attempting to get my attention as I pace. I step over the thick foliage, maneuver over branches, and peer into the massive trunks of old dead trees.
I allow a shudder to leave me freely, unashamed that I am affected so.
“Your Majesty, what are you looking for?”
Without answering her question, angrily and with gritted teeth, I whirl around and face the old witch. “What are you doing here?” I eye her for a long moment.
She only offers me a few blinks and a shameful expression. “I knew this would happen, Your Majesty.”
“Pardon me.” Stomping over stones, and marching through the thick grass, I stop.
Panic races around in my rib cage and arrests my heart.
She should be here by now?
Where is she?
I am lost without her.
Terra shakes her head. “I knew this would happen.”
My face twists. “You knew what would happen…”
She silences.
Stomping toward her, I grip the old woman by the rags which cover her and breathe in her stench. “You knew whattttt would happen?” A desperate huff slips from me and I breathe, waiting for the old witch’s reply.
Worried eyes full of tears regard me.
And soon it drifts into my nostrils…
My brows knot. Tears fill my eyes. My heart struggles to beat.
“You gave your heart away, Alexander.”
I regard the old woman with so many questions.
“And she did too.”
Terra’s bottom lip quivers. “You sacrificed.”
“Yesssss.” Spittle flies from my mouth.
“And with sacrifice often, Your Majesty, comes pain, comes loss.”
I dare not turn to my right for fear of what I will see.
The roar of it all stops me from breathing altogether. And then the petals…They’re floating on the wind ever so delicately. They’re no longer beautiful, but dry and brittle and dead.
A thick tear slips from Terra’s left eye. “Please do not look, Your Majesty.”