Page 13 of Moon Raven Rising
“Why does my pet need new linens in the middle of the night, woman?”
“She wakes with sweats, my lord. Nightmares, I suppose. The guards sent me to retrieve them.”
“Guards?” I ask with a slow tilt of my head, knowing my men would see that she would have no such nicety. Her eyes flick to mine only for a brief moment, but I see the fear there, and it brings a smirk to my face.
“Prince Osiris and his men.” She whispers, and I suck my teeth with a shake of my head. I can almost see her trembling knees through her skirt. Osiris has proven to be a thorn in my side since his arrival. I cannot wait to be dealing with the true leader of Valeska, and not just a boy playing placeholder.
“By all means… Don’t keep my pet waiting.” I wave her down the hall and she quickly nods with a bow, thanking me and scurrying away.
“You are going to just let them keep treating her as though she is royalty?” Closing my eyes, I grind my teeth and crack my neck at the shrill sound of Thames’ voice as she comes up behind me, running her hand up my back and making my shoulders stiffen.
When I spin around, I grab her wrist in a tight hold. “She is a queen. Is she not?” I ask, but I don’t allow her to answer before I continue. “Didn’t I tell you? That you are not to touch me unless I tell you to touch me? Is that not a clear enough demand?” She whines as I squeeze harder, forcing her to walk backward into the bedroom. I slam the bedroom door closed behind me as I continue my prowl. She stumbles as I keep pressure on her chest, making her move her feet backward toward the bed.
“Of course it is; I’m sorry. I just thought—”
“I don’t want your thoughts!” Using the grip I have on her, I push her—wrist to chest—so she falls back onto the bed. She screeches as she falls. The silk robe she wrapped herself in falls open with her legs like the whore she is, and her red hair spills out around her like a pool of blood. The sound and sight of her brings my cock to harden again. Even if she is annoying beyond measure, there is no denying that I am a man with specific needs.
Gripping her by her hips, I flip her over and pull her ass into the air as I take to my knees on the bed at her rear. Her gasp makes my cock strain against the ties of my pants. Raking the smooth silk up so it exposes her round ass. My tongue juts out, and I lick my lips as I think about how I will defile it, mark it, and fill it with my come.
I bring my hand down hard. The slap casts my handprint onto her creamy skin. She cries out, then muffles her voice into the pillows as my hand comes down again. This time slapping herpussy as much as her ass. Wrapping her hair in one of my hands, I lift her head so that her back bows and her nipples brush the bed, and with the other hand, I free my cock.
“Don’t hide your voice, my whore of a soon-to-be queen. I want to hear you scream as I take what I want from you—your punishment for not following the rules. You don’t get to touch me, not unless I tell you to. Understood?”
“Yes, my king,” She pants with her lips parted and eyes heavy. She is a needy cunt for power and power is what I will give her, but nothereandnotover me. Spitting on the opening I want, I give her no warning before I fill her ass with my cock. She rears up, her deep bellow of pain vibrating around my shaft as her hole puckers and squeezes me so tight I nearly spill even though I have only just entered, but I grind my teeth. I don’t seek just pleasure from her. I want her tears. I want her to feel me for days even with magic to heal her once I’m done wrecking her. This is a punishment after all.
Pulling out completely, she hisses at the feeling of my absence, and just as she catches her breath, I force myself in again. Relishing in her cry of pain, in the way she balls her fists in the linens. I pump myself hard in and out of her tight hole until it’s gaping for me.
“Tell me how much you like being my whore! Let me know how you will beg me every day to keep you as my queen!” I growl as my thrusts become more erratic, frenzied, and brutal.
“Yes! I love being your whore! Oh!”
“BEG ME FOR MY COME!” The slapping of my balls against her wet pussy has them tightening with each thrust. I’m ready to fill her. Make her split at the seam with my seed.
“Please! Give me your come, my king! Please fill me with it! Oh gods, please!” I pull her hair harder. The screams she lets out are filled with pain and need, and I bring her body flush to mine. I take her breast into the other hand, squeezing it so hard it issure to bleed the same as her ass, and as she cries out again… I snarl my release into her ear, filling her ass. I bite down on her shoulder as come pulses out of me and spills down her legs, then I push her back down to her stomach. Done with her, I let my cock slide free of her pillaged hole. I stand over her with my cock coated in the evidence of just how ruined she is. She doesn’t turn to look at me and I leave her there, tears staining her red face with silent sobs and without release. The punishment for daring to touch me without permission.
With my cock still dripping with come, spit, and blood, I pull on my trousers, leaving them untied at the waist. I stride from the room to find solace in my personal chamber, free of wandering eyes and hands. The feeling of power vibrates through me as I come down from the high the fuck has given me. Exhaustion weighing heavily on me, I unlock the door and slide into the cold room. I reflect about the morning, and how everything changes as the moon falls and the sun rises. The rightful feeling of that thought brings a smile to my lips before I remove my clothes and wash away Thames, and prepare for a restful night’s sleep.
Chapter thirteen
Soren summoned me firstthing this morning. Unfortunately, I have no other option than to quickly shuffle into the atrocity of a dress that he had sent in for me. The red material reeks of Violet the scarlet harlot, or Thames, as she now calls herself. Bile pushes up my throat just thinking of the possibility that this isherdress. This dress, one of many he sograciouslyhas provided me with, is no different than the others. Provocative and not suited for daily wear. Especially not breakfast. At least I know that since he has me dressed like this, I won’t have to endure the ‘training’ that we both know is just him testing my magic.
The door to my room creaks as it opens, and Osiris leans against the door frame, looking in. His blue eyes trail my body slowly, finally landing on my face. He shakes his head but says nothing—a common theme for the prince of little words.
“Suitable for a queen attending breakfast with a tyrant,” I say gesturing to myself before leaning down and strapping the matching heels to my feet.
“There will be no breakfast this morning. I am to take you to the drawing room.” I watch the tick in his jaw as he surveys me. “If you are ready.” He sweeps his hand out for me to exit the room. No further explanation and no room for argument. I look up at him as I pass through the doorway, with his lips pursed. He surprises me by gruffly urging me forward, pressing a hand to my back like a child who needs a push in the right direction. I scoff.
“I don’t know where the drawing room is. I have not had a tour of my keeper’s lair…” When I turn to face him, I cross my arms and pin him with a look of annoyance. My feet are already aching wearing these awful shoes, and I grind my teeth as he looks down at them as though he can sense where my thoughts are. I don’t know why, but it makes my temper rise.
“This way, Moon Raven,” He does not shorten his stride as he takes off down the hallway. His boots thump and echo through the massive space. As I curse and grapple to keep pace with him, I swear I hear him laugh, but still, he doesn’t slow.
Osiris pushes one of the double doors open, which I presume leads to the drawing room. The heavy wood groans as he steps in and allows me entrance before closing them. I am greeted by a chill as my eyes adjust to the darkness. Candles light the room only at the back. In the center, atop a large dais, sits an equally large desk with parchment strewn about the surface. As we walk closer, a door at the back of the room opens and two guards bracket it before Soren steps through with Violet at his heel.
“Ahh, good morning, my pet.” He croons with a wicked smile, pulling his lips taut. “I assume you slept well?” He asks but looks to Osiris with narrowed eyes. My brows drop as the tension inthe room thickens to almost suffocating. Violet sneers at me as Soren takes the only seat behind the desk, leaving us all to stand.
“I want my son present for this. Go retrieve him.” Soren says, shuffling through the parchment, not looking up at any of us as he speaks. The guards at the door behind him look at one another, then their eyes shift to Violet, where she wrings her hands. After a moment of silence and no movement, Soren lifts his gaze. “Are you daft? I said bring my son in. Retrieve Cano!” He barks the order.
“I—sir,” One of the guards stammers, looking at Violet like she is his lifeline.
