Bride of the Traitor: A Prophecy of Sisters Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  “Merek is heading out tomorrow in search of a powerful witch,” I offer, keeping my eyes on Sybilla to gauge her reaction.

  To her credit, she looks naught other than confused by my words. Merek clears his throat, obviously objecting to my telling Sybilla about the expedition. Her brows are furrowed as she looks at me, then Merek, then back to me.

  “I don’t think that I understand what you’re saying,” she admits.

  Dipping my chin, I reach out and take her fingers in mine, squeezing them before I release them. “If your powers are hindering or blocking Aleida’s, then this witch will be able to sense that. She’s even stronger than Aleida, the strongest in my land actually,” I explain.

  There is a moment of silence before Sybilla makes a noise, sounding like a snort. Shifting my gaze from her eyes to her mouth, then back to her eyes, I wait for her to speak. I watch as she temptingly licks her lips, inhaling through her nose then exhaling.

  “Bring her, hopefully, she’ll be able to tell you that I am not a witch. I don’t know how I got here, except to think that you’ve kidnapped me from my apartment.”

  Merek makes a noise in the back of his throat, but I cannot look away from Sybilla’s golden eyes. She is not lying, she is convinced, she is serious that she believes I have caused her ill-intent. That me, or one of my people, has kidnapped her and holds her hostage.

  A fleeting thought passes through my mind. Did she open her body up to me, convinced that I would take it anyway? That I would force myself upon her? I shake my head once as a servant sets a bowl of dark rich stew in front of us.

  Picking up my spoon, I grab a piece of bread from between us and dip it in my soup, soaking it to soften the bread before I shove a piece in my mouth. Her eyes flick from the soup to the bread, then back to me.

  I decide that I don’t care how she felt when she opened for me, because before our coupling was complete, she was nowhere near scared and her cries of ecstasy were definitely not cries of fear.

  Merek doesn’t say much as we continue eating. Though I catch his eyes drifting toward her breasts. I don’t blame him one ounce, but I decide immediately, no matter how fetching the gown is on her, that Sybilla needs gowns fit to her body. Obviously, my father’s women were much smaller than Sybilla’s perfectly curvy physique.

  The main course is served and although I don’t typically enjoy the bake metis, it’s something that is served often in the winter to ward off the chill, Sybilla must like it judging by the moan that escapes her lips. I am forced to shift in my seat at the sound, my cock standing at attention and begging for entrance into her warm body.

  Pouring more cider in her goblet, I top mine off as well, needing it to finish this meal with her at my side and me not inside of her. I decide to begin taking our sup together in my chambers so that I can watch her devour her meals, moaning at the flavors, but doing it completely naked.

  “I will return as quickly as possible, cousin, and with the witch in tow,” Merek says as he abruptly stands.

  His eyes aren’t on mine, instead his hands are curled into fists at his side and his gaze is focused directly on Sybilla.

  “Allow me to walk you out,” I offer, clearing my throat as I stand and bow slightly to Sybilla. “I will return shortly,” I offer her before I follow Merek out of the dining room.

  Merek and I are at the castle entrance before either of us speaks. He is the first to say something. Whirling around to look at me, I watch as he shakes his head a couple of times, his gaze wild.

  “She is…” He pauses, inhaling deeply through his nose. “She is seducing. Though I’m not sure it is intentional, which confuses me, I must admit.”

  “Yes, I agree,” I say with a nod.

  “I will return as quickly as possible so that we can get to the bottom of this. I fear that she may be the victim of some kind of foul play. For I see no deception anywhere inside of her.”

  Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair, my gaze flicking back up to meet his. “I feel the same. Though I must admit, I was afraid it was only because I’d had her. I am glad that physical pleasures haven’t clouded my instinct,” I say, lifting my lips in a smirk.

  He chuckles, reaching out and clapping his hand around the side of my neck. “I have no doubt that they have clouded you, cousin. But I have seen no other person, man, woman or child, best your instincts, no matter what.”

  He dips his chin in a nod, then turns and leaves me standing at the doors, watching him descend the castle entrance steps and head toward the stables to retrieve his horse. Turning from the doors, I hear the guard close them behind me.

  Chapter Seven

  ELIAS

  Sybilla sits at the table, a fruit tart held in her fingers and pressed against her lips as I march back into the dining room. Rowan and Henry smartly keep their mouths shut at the sight of me. Sybilla’s brows lift and I watch as her lips part before she slips the tart into her mouth.

  Walking over to my place at the table, I reach out and grab ahold of my goblet of cider. Lifting it to my lips, I take a healthy drink, my eyes never leaving Sybilla. Setting my goblet down, I lift my hand to signal my butler.

  “Have a pitcher, two goblets and a tray of tarts sent to my chambers,” I demand, my gaze never leaving hers.

  The lashes that fan her cheeks as she stares at her plate instantly fly up at my words and those golden eyes that make me instantly hard, meet mine.

  “Shall we, milady?” I ask, holding my palm out to her.

  I watch as she gulps, her nostrils flaring slightly before she slips her palm into mine and without hesitation stands to her feet. Jerking my chin behind her toward Rowan and Henry, I silently dismiss their services before turning toward the stairs.

  Tucking Sybilla’s arm close to my side, I guide us toward my chambers. I could send her into her own and have the maids ready her for me, but there was something I rather enjoyed about loosening her ribbons myself.

  Guiding her into my chambers, I ignore the seating room and keep us moving until we’re actually in my bedchamber. Locking the door behind me, I turn around to look at her. She has already made her way toward the window, her profile the only thing that I see in the soft glow of the lantern.

  “You’ll catch a sickness next to that window. Close the draperies, sweeting,” I call out.

  She turns to me, her eyes shimmering with what looks like unshed tears. I’m not sure why she looks sad, but I’m not sure that I want to know either. She does as I’ve asked and drops the draperies. Slowly, she closes the distance between us.

  I let out a grunt at the feel of her palms as soon as she presses them against my chest. Even through my tunic, I can feel her body’s heat as her head tips back and her golden eyes catch my own.

  “Speak,” I gently demand, lifting my hand to cup the back of her head.

  Sybilla licks her lips, wetting them, then finally does speak. “I’m kind of afraid when I wake up in the morning that I’ll be back at home and won’t be here.”

  “You seem sad about that.”

  She nods, then shakes her head, her brows furrowing together. “I don’t know how I feel about that. You don’t believe who I am. At the same time, I’m not sure I believe who you are, so I’m not angry about that. But the thought of never seeing my family again, it makes my heart ache.”

  “You are close to your family.”

  Her head moves, nodding as she watches me. “I have three sisters and we have our moments but we’re close. We talk a lot. Now that we’re adults, we’re friends. I think I would have a missing piece of my soul if I wasn’t ever going to see them again.”

  I cannot know exactly how she feels as I don’t have any siblings, but the thought of not seeing Merek again, it makes my stomach clench. So, I suppose I can understand her woes.

  Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers before I speak against her sweet lips. “When the witch comes and sheds some light upon our situation, then I will move mountains to have your sisters joi
n you, sweeting.”

  Her entire body shivers, my lips twitching into a grin. I love the way that I can pull those sensations from her. I want to make her body shiver, twitch, clench, and then I want to pull unholy sounds from her lips, again.

  Reaching behind her, I begin to unhook the back of her dress, taking my time since the last time my fingers were at her hooks and ribbons, I wasn’t able to enjoy myself. Using my tongue, I taste her lips, sliding it along her upper, then lower lip.

  “I don’t know if I should be feeling this way for you, Elias. I’m sure that all of this should feel very wrong,” she exhales against my mouth.

  I hum, my teeth nipping her bottom lip. “Naught that you have shared with me has felt the least bit wrong, sweeting,” I murmur against her mouth.

  She laughs softly and I close my eyes, swallowing the sound as I tilt my head to the side and slip my tongue inside of her sweet mouth. She shivers against me again, her body swaying toward me and pressing against me.

  Nimbly, my fingers finish unhooking her dress, but I’m unable to pull it off until I untie her ribbons. Right now, I’m quite enjoying plundering her mouth. She whimpers as I lift one of my hands and cup the back of her head again, gripping her hair with my fingers.

  “Elias,” she breathes.

  “Yes, sweeting?” I answer, my lips twitching.

  She’s breathing heavily, lifting my head, I look into her dilated pupils, her wide eyes, her parted swollen lips and I know what she wants. But I sure do love to hear it tumble from her sweet lips.

  “Please,” she softly begs.

  Shaking my head once, I take a step back. “Turn around,” I demand.

  Without hesitation, she does as I’ve asked. Reaching toward the back of her dress, I go about untying her tight ribbons. Once they’re loosened a bit, she lets out a heavy sigh.

  “Thank you,” she moans.

  “While the dress, in my coat of arms’ colors is quite fetching on you, Sybilla. I would appreciate it if you never wore it again.”

  She spins around as soon as my finger falls, her hands pressed against her stomach to keep the dress against her body, instead of allowing it to fall to the floor where it should be.

  “What do you mean?” she asks, her voice not hiding her wariness.

  Clearing my throat, I keep my eyes focused on hers. “I mean your charms were on display, the dress would be revealing if it wasn’t three sizes too small, but since it is, it is almost indecent.”

  Her eyes narrow at me and I raise my brows as I watch her, waiting to see what she’s going to say, because judging by the way she’s staring at me, it will be something that I may not like.

  “I can’t believe you just said that to me, like this dress was my choice,” she seethes. “What was I supposed to wear?”

  Chuckling, I can’t help myself. “I’ll have a dressmaker come visit you, Sybilla. No need to get upset. Now, let the dress fall, and show yourself to me.”

  SYBILLA

  I want to show him my back and stomp to my room, but I have a feeling he’d follow me. Narrowing my eyes, I tilt my head to the side and watch him for a moment. His eyes are full of heat and desire as he waits for me to drop my dress.

  I have a feeling that he’s waiting for me to drop to my knees too, and the damning part of it all, I want to do that.

  Letting my hands release the velvety dress, I suck in a breath as it falls to my feet leaving me in nothing but the see-through undergarment thing. Elias doesn’t move, he also doesn’t make a move to rid himself of his own clothing.

  “Come to me, Sybilla,” he coos.

  My feet move before I realize what’s happening. Without a single word, when I’m in front of him, I slowly sink to my knees. I don’t even feel the hard stone of the floor beneath me. I don’t feel anything but desire.

  Reaching for his pants, I unlace the tights at his hips and slowly pull them down his thighs until they’re at his ankles.

  Reaching for his boots, I unhook the belts at the sides and smile when he toes out of them. Pulling his tights the rest of the way off, I look up, my breath hitches when I see that he’s divested himself of his tunic.

  He’s naked.

  Gloriously naked before me.

  Placing my palms on the sides of his thighs, I slowly slide them up to his hips, my eyes never leaving his, his head tipped down and his gaze focused on mine.

  “You’re beautiful,” I breathe.

  I mean it too. I’m completely mesmerized by his beauty. Puckered skin from scars and all, they only add to the rugged gorgeousness that is Elias. He shakes his head, lifting his hand to slide it against the side of my face.

  “I am a beast, Sybilla. You are an unmatched beauty the likes of which I have never laid eyes on before, not in any of the years of my travels,” he breathes.

  I shake my head, but I don’t argue with him. There is no need for arguments right now. There is only need for pleasure. Leaning forward, I lick the underside of his hard length. He lets out a groan, his eyes darkening to indigo immediately before my own eyes.

  Opening my mouth, I take him inside. His fingers flex against the side of my head, my palms grab ahold of the backs of his thighs and without breaking eye contact, I give him the best blow job that I possibly can.

  I’m really getting into it, slurping, sucking, my hand even cups his balls and I squeeze gently causing a groan to escape his lips. His nostrils flare, his eyes turning solid black at my ministrations. It’s beautiful. I feel him grow inside of me, and think he might pull me away as his fingers grip my hair tighter.

  Holding onto the backs of his thighs, I moan as my belly clenches right before he thrusts his hips forward and empties himself down my throat. I swallow every single drop, somehow the whole moment turning me on like nothing I have ever experienced before.

  He gently guides himself from my mouth, and I can’t stop myself, I lick him completely clean, his black gaze still never leaving mine. His lips curl up into a grin as he releases my hair, he dips his chin in a silent demand.

  Reaching for the fabric against my thighs, I bunch it before I pull the thin undergarment over my body, exposing my naked self for him before I toss the gauzy white fabric to the side.

  “You are a sight, Sybilla. One that I do not think I could ever tire of seeing in my chambers,” he rasps. “Rise, sweeting.”

  Shifting to my feet, I rise, standing inches away from him, too many inches away. He reaches out, but only his fingertips touch me. He circles my nipple, watching his fingers, he smiles at the way my nipple pebbles around his sweet touch.

  “I want all of you, Sybilla.”

  “Whatever you want,” I breathe.

  He shakes his head once. “I want too much, sweeting.”

  “What do you want, Elias?”

  He turns from me, and I watch as he turns his back to me as he walks over to the fireplace. I take in his perfectly shaped muscular ass, but I’m unable to hide the hurt at his physical rejection in this vulnerable moment.

  “I have to pick a wife, one that will be a political alliance. This can be naught more than what we are sharing, now. I cannot want you for more, Sybilla.”

  Pressing my lips together, I think about what the girls said about his father and the woman’s dress that I was wearing, his paramour. Blinking, I swallow as I realize that’s what I am to him, he’s telling me, albeit delicately, but he’s still telling me that I’ll be nothing more than a fuck.

  I decide that I don’t care. The odds of me staying here, wherever I am, are slim anyway. He gives me pleasure, he’s beautiful, and I’ve never had anything like this before.

  I’ve never slept with anyone that I hardly know. I’ve never felt this amazing with a man in my life. There is a reason that he makes me feel this way, some kind of connection that we share and I’m not going to question it, not when soon enough it will surely be finished.

  “Elias,” I call.

  He turns, his eyes now blue indigo as he watches me, waiting
for me to speak. “None of that matters. I’ll probably be gone soon. No doubt, your witches will send me home, or your geographer will.” I don’t add, or the police will find me and get me the fuck out of here. “So, why don’t we enjoy one another until then?”

  “I’ve struggled with it all day. It’s not gentlemanly,” he murmurs.

  Closing the distance between us, I reach for his hand and guide it between my legs. His eyes widen before a small growl escapes his lips. “I find that gentlemen in the bedroom don’t make very good lovers.”

  He smirks. “No, I supposed they do not, indeed.” His fingers shift, two of them filling me in one swift move.

  I let out a mewl and drop my head back. Elias leans forward and I feel his lips touch the center of my neck.

  “Then a gentleman I will not be, not tonight anyway. Tomorrow morning perhaps I will make love to you, Sybilla, prove to you that I can be a kind and gentle lover as well.”

  I laugh softly, lifting my head to look into his still indigo-colored eyes. My hips shift as I let out a sigh. “Yes, soft and gentle in the morning, but please, own me tonight, Elias. Because if I wake up in the morning without you, I want to remember this for the rest of my life.”

  Elias’ lips twitch and curve up into a smile. “You will remember me, Sybilla. You will remember me until your dying breath.”

  “I’m terrified that you could be right,” I whisper.

  “Who am I?” he asks, curling his fingers inside of me.

  I let out a shaky breath. “My King.”

  “Gods, but you are irresistible.”

  Chapter Eight

  SYBILLA

  My breath hitches before I even open my eyes. I feel a heavy band wrapped around my waist, it’s an arm and it tugs me against a warm, naked body. I let out a small gasp when I feel a warm palm slide up and cup my breast, fingers curling around and squeezing gently.