Page 34 of Moon Raven Rising
“Good girl,” I emphasize my happiness of her confession by punching two fingers into her drenched pussy. She clenches down on my hand, and her body bows from the bed. “I’m going to put an heir in that pretty belly of yours. Are you ready to bring in true power?”
“Yes, please, Soren.” She moans as I move my fingers in and out of her. “Please.” I move between her legs, lining up with her dripping cunt, and as I slam all the way in, I reach between us and pinch her clit. She screams so prettily. The sound brings my face to melt with the feel of the possession.
I am rough, fucking her thoroughly without any thought of her pleasure. I use her hole until I am swelling inside of her more and more with each deep thrust. “That’s right, milk me dry with that fucking cunt,” I growl, wrapping my hand across her pale neck. She stares up at me with bulging eyes as I don’t allow herbreath. She tightens around me; I know she’s close to coming, but before she can, I am pulsing, my body shakes with release, and I let go of her throat pulling from her now-filled hole and backhand her. She cries out as her lip splits from the impact. Gripping her cheeks, I turn her head to look me in the eye as I lean over her and bring my face down to hover above hers.
“Next time you think of questioning my reason for anything, I suggest you remember who is in charge. And if you ever want to come again, you’ll stop being a weak little bitch. Otherwise, I will use you for what you are. A whore with a womb to fill.” I say vehemently, pushing away from her and looking down at the pitiful state shes in.
She doesn’t respond, just nods with tears in her pretty blue eyes. I leave her there to ache for release, and ache from the position I’ve tied her in. When I’m ready, I will come back, fill her cunt again, and depending on how the meeting with the Valeska king goes, I may just let her come too.
As I approach the dining room, I hear whispers from within but cannot make out what is being said. My eyes narrow at the cracked open door before I push it open. The talking stops immediately, causing my mood to sour.
“Soren, thank you for coming.” King Phyrrohs says. The disrespect of him not standing doesn’t go unseen, and I quickly register that he is also sitting at the head of the table.My seat. But I clench my jaw and paint a wide smile across my face, not showing him just how pissed the play of power got under my skin.
“Sorry I am late; I wastying offsome loose ends for the day.” I chuckle pulling out a chair and dropping into it. Snapping my fingers at the handmaid. “Where is our food and drink?” I demand, and she rushes from the room, coming back quickly to fill our cups with wine.
“The food will be out any minute, sire.” She bows, backing away from the table.
“You’re sure the girl is the true Aberra heir?” Phyrrohs asks blatantly.
“Just wait until you’ve had a conversation with her. You will see the likeness of thegreat Algerone,” I say, like his name is shit on my tongue. “She has the same air of self-righteous arrogance as the dead bastard.” The weaker Fae serve the steaming plates of food and avert their gazes nervously. I sneer as I watch their quivering forms finally leave, and when we are finally, mostly, alone, we begin eating. Lifting my fork, I point it at him. “You know, the Fae in this kingdom are calling her the Moon Raven?” I let my breath out in a PAH. “She’s powerful, but she is no deity. A trembling bird most days.”
“You don’t say…” Phyrrohs rubs his short beard in thought as he considers something. “This bond that she has? Is she fully bonded? With body and blood?”
“No,” I answer right away. I don’t know for sure, but I am not willing to admit that my son dropped the ball on that fucking bonding ceremony. They likely are, so gifting him this queen in reality will only serve to give him illegitimate heirs.
“Good, you know if she was, then our deal would be void, Soren. Without a god’s blessed heir, she is of no use to me.” He says sternly, looking at me down his nose. I answer with a hum of acknowledgment before stuffing more food into my mouth. I know when enough has been said. That will be a problem for another day. By then I will have powerful heirs of my own.
“My son and I will leave with the girl in a fortnight. I wish to get the dragons back to our kingdom by the winter moon. Especially if she is indeed the Moon Raven. Traveling with such a powerful event is not wise.”
“Mmmm, indeed. A fortnight is reasonable. Consider it done.” I say as I raise my cup, the muscle along my jaw feathering with my annoyance.
“The mate will need to be taken care of before we leave.” He adds, his eyes tracking my every movement. I’ve come to realize Phyrrohs is a very observant king, but I will show him nothing he need not see. Though I have plenty to feed his hungry eyes.
“Of course. I will deal with it personally.”
“Where is your heir? I thought I might meet him, considering he will be working with my family for many years to come.” He tilts his head, eyeing me as though he knows the little shit is missing. If he fucks this up for me and isn’t dead already, I’m going to fucking kill him myself. My jaw ticks as I quickly try to think of an excuse as to why he cannot meet Cano.
“He’s on a mission of sorts. He will be back before you leave.” I respond confidently, hoping my anger from his question does not show through my careful exterior. I will make sure of it. Dead or alive. Phyrrohs nods his head, folding the napkin from his lap and placing it on the table, and when he stands, I stand with him.
“I look forward to it.”
Chapter twenty-nine
Osiris’ hand presses againstmy lips as he cages me to the wall outside the dining room. We didn’t mean to overhear his father and Soren talking, but what we heard has my head spinning and not enough air getting to my brain. Even without Osiris covering my mouth.
He lifts his other hand between us, signaling for me to be quiet, and after I nod, he peels his hand away. My eyes are wide as we continue to stand near the cracked door. Their voices carrying to us on an echo.
“You know, the Fae in this kingdom are calling her the Moon Raven?” Soren scoffs and continues, “She’s powerful, but she is no deity. A trembling bird most days.” The sound of Soren’s voice grates at my nerves, and the bird comment makes me grind my teeth, but it does make me question why he is bringing this information up to the King of Valeska.
“You don’t say…” Phyrrohs is quiet for a moment, then continues, “This bond that she has? Is she fully bonded? With body and blood?” The blood drains from my body as I await where this conversation is going.
“No,” Soren lies, and my forehead wrinkles in confusion.
“Good, you know if she was our deal would be void, Soren. Without a god’s blessed heir, she is of no use to me.” King Phyrrohs says, and I watch as Osiris’ nostrils flare and his breathing gets quicker.
“My son and I will leave with the girl in a fortnight. I wish to get the dragons back to our kingdom by the winter moon. Especially if she is indeed the Moon Raven. Traveling with such a powerful event is not wise.” At that, both mine and Osiris’ eyebrows shoot up, and our eyes find each others. He’s right, the magic that surrounds the winter moon is powerful; in fact, it’s said that on the night in which the winter moon rises, magic rises too. It’s when the veil is at its thinnest and the gods themselves have been known to walk into this plane. Whether they lay blessings on those they cross is left to be known.
“Mmmm, indeed. A fortnight is reasonable. Consider it done.” Soren purrs in the way that makes my stomach roil every time I hear it. We start to move down the hall back to my bed chamber when I hear the rumble of King Phyrrohs’ voice again.
