Page 133 of A Bond in Blood

I nodded. Once. As he was prone to do.

I approached Olen, my hands trembling. My back was turned from Ulrich while I looked into the eyes of my first captor.

His hands grabbed my wrists, and he spun me, forcing me to face the king. His monstrous palms ran over my body, gripping my breasts while he lowered me onto his lap.

“Look at him,” Olen whispered. “Keep your eyes on our king.”

My knees shook while he lifted my legs, spreading them and myself. Exposing me to Ulrich completely.

Ulrich’s expression was blank, but his hands gripped the arms of the chair he sat upon. While his eyes burned.

Olen continued to caress my body, forcing whimpers from my throat.

“Gods,” he groaned against my neck. “More.”

I laid my head back against his chest as his hands continued their descent, landing on the inside of my thigh. I startled then, jumping slightly and he paused.

“I can stop.”

“No,” I moaned. “Please don’t.”

“Look at me, Brenna,” Ulrich said, pulling my eyes from the ceiling while Olen teased closer. “I want to watch the moment he touches you.”

I bit my lip, lifting my head, bolstered by the desire in Ulrich’s eyes.

My hand gripped Olen’s thigh when his fingers brushed against my clit, forcing a loud gasp.

“Oh Gods,” I cried out.

Olen’s fingers circled me, giving me just enough pressure right above the most sensitive part of my body. Expertly bringing forward that tight ache inside of me. His free hand rose, brushing up my body to the base of my neck.

He gripped me, softly, but just enough pressure to make my pulse race with anticipation.

“Such a good girl,” Olen whispered, nipping at my ear.

I moaned again, grinding my hips in his lap. Moving them in circles while his fingers continued his teasing.

“Yes.” Ulrich’s voice broke me from my daze. “She is.”

I realized I’d closed my eyes and returned my gaze to the king. Finding him still unmoved from his spot. But his eyes were staring with intent.

“What do you want?” Olen asked, releasing my neck while his hands traveled to my breast.

I watched Ulrich and my body ached. My hands shook while I gripped Olen’s thigh harder. I could not utter the words. Not with the intensity of Ulrich’s stare holding my soul in place.

“Princess,” Olen whispered, tugging on one nipple.

I cried out and bucked my hips while his fingers continued to circle me but not enter me.

Ulrich did not move. I swear he did not blink once. His chest was still, as though he were holding his breath.

Olen continued his teasing, driving me mad. Yet, I could not close my eyes from the pleasure. I could not break my contact with Ulrich’s burning gaze.

“Princess,” Olen repeated.

“Him,” I moaned.

Ulrich’s chair clattered and he was kneeling before me in an instant. Olen’s hand gripped my thigh, spreading my legs further while Ulrich continued to hold our eye contact.

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