Page 100 of Wingless Crow: Part 1

His erection jerked against my hand. Squeezing my breast, he dragged his tongue along the cut, lapping at the blood. His dick grew harder, trapping my hand in the tight confines of his pants.

“Do you feel it, my pet? Do you feel how much my cock loves this?”

Bile rose in my throat. There was not a trace of a smile on my face any longer. I couldn’t manage one even if I tried. Horror and disgust filled me. The urge to flee pounded inside my head. It was all I could do not to bolt.

He raked his teeth down my breast, then closed them over my nipple, biting down so hard, I screamed in pain.

The king grinned, his lips smeared with blood, his erection hard as rock in my hand.

“That’s right, scream.” His voice came out hoarse with arousal. His sky-blue eyes darkened with need. He thrust his hips, riding my hand. “My cock will impale you like the wooden spike going through the asses of the cursed. Hard and unforgiving. I’ll make you writhe on it, begging for mercy like they did when the wood drove through them, tearing through their insides.”

He sounded delirious, lost to whatever perverted pleasure his own words plunged him into. Repulsion roiled through my stomach, making me gag.

He shoved harder against me, and I dropped my other hand to the table for balance. My fingers fell on the cold blade of the dagger he’d left there.

I had no time to think it through. No mental capacity to do it, either. My mind was reeling, shocked by the monstrous being King Tiane, the majestic swan of Elaros, had turned out to be.

Flexing my fingers around his dick, I squeezed hard, digging my nails into his silky skin.

He choked on his breath. His mouth dropped open.

With my other hand, I grabbed the blade from the table and stabbed the king in the chest. It scraped past his rib on its way into his flesh.

Either way, I was not going to survive this night. But at least I’d go down fighting. Sinking the dagger all the way up to its handle, I shoved the king away.

He staggered back, shock swimming in his wide-open eyes. He hadn’t expected this. He couldn’t believe his meek, chubby baby chick had fought back.

“Hey, Your Majesty,” I gritted through my teeth. “Want to hear a funny story? How about the one where a mousy sparrow cuts off the dick of a royal swan? I promise, there’s lots of blood. Just maybe not in the way you like it.”

I hopped off the table. There was nowhere to run. The guards stood at the doors of the king’s chambers day and night. The king wouldn’t let me get to the doors or the guards, anyway. As soon as he had recovered from shock, he would end me right here, in this weird golden room under his bedroom. He was a fae, after all, one wound to the chest wouldn’t stop him.

All I hoped for was to make it as hard as possible for him to kill me.

I leaped to the wall decorated with the torture equipment and grabbed a golden knife in each hand, ready to slash at anyone who came at me.

But no one did.

The king took another shaky step backwards, his mouth agape, horror spreading on his face. Then, he crashed to the ground, flinging his arms aside.

He couldn’t be dead. A single stab of a dagger wouldn’t kill a fae, especially, since the blade wasn’t even made from Nerifir iron. His chest was still moving with his breathing.

Was it a trap?

Was the king waiting for me to get closer, only to pounce on me when I did?

Holding my knives ready, I circled the room, careful to keep the table between the king and me at all times.

The yellow glow of the dagger embedded in the king’s chest grew brighter. It shone through his flesh. Its handle pulsed with the king’s heartbeat. But he wouldn’t move. His eyes remained open, staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t blink. Blood trickled from his wound, pooling under his back.

Did I really do it? Did I somehow kill the king?

I pressed the back of my right hand to my mouth. The dagger clutched in my fist trembled. I struggled to collect my thoughts.

This was unexpected, but the king seemed fully incapacitated. For now, at least.

Was this my chance to run?

If only I knewwhere.

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