Page 48 of A Kingdom of Death & Darkness
“Rorrick,” I breathe, and he kisses the desperate sound away with a flick of his tongue and continues on.
Coiling tension builds all over again. It climbs higher, it teeters, it fucking edges along oblivion and then he dips his hand between us. He takes his time sliding down my folds, and with a hard press of his thumb against my clit, I come apart.
All that tangled energy combusts in blinding colors. My legs shake around his hips, and he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, keeps angling me just right and making my body his own little toy as he fucks me harder and harder, and I come again and again and again.
His smirk is a taunting curve of his lips against mine as he slows the tormenting pace of his hips against mine.
“Baby, it’s only been three minutes,” he laughs arrogantly, but when I finally find the strength to open my eyes, all of them are standing behind him.
Five hungry men look down on me where I’m splayed across the table like they haven’t eaten in years.
Shock and worry sink through me hard at the thought of what more is to come tonight.
Because they’re five of the most powerful, virile men in all the Dark Lands
And I’m just a girl who wanted to play backgammon.
TWENTY-NINE
Crymson
On a curling,unheard scream in the middle of the night, my lashes open to the darkness.
The noise fades away and is lost in a heavy state between dreaming and reality. I lie still, wrapped between hard bodies and quiet snores.
I curl into their warmth. I want to stay with them like this.Forever. Encapsulate this moment in time and I’ll never let it go. But an uneasiness gnawing at the pit of my stomach pulls me from the makeshift bed of scattered blankets and tangled limbs across my bedroom floor. I toss and then turn. In the quiet, I watch them all in this unfiltered moment. Rorrick snores quietly in a chair near the window. He refused to sleep all night, but it seems the weight of it all has finally settled into him.
Seven and Carver are curled around one another, the furthest away from me but the most prominent pair among the pile. They’re from different worlds, different kingdoms, different lives, but you wouldn’t know it right now; not with how Carverholds him against his chest, not a scrap of clothing separating them.
Restlessly, I finally stand. I carefully step over Christian’s pale hand, and it isn’t lost on me that Thorn is by his side. I stand between the two men, but when I step past their sleeping forms, they’re side by side. It’s me that brought them together after lifetimes of war. It’s also me who’s ruining all of their lives.
We sleep in velvet blankets next to warm fires, but out there...
My gaze slips to the enormous window that’s shrouded in heavy curtains, keeping out what may or may not lurk in the shadows outside.
My bare feet pad across the cold floor, and I slip out into the empty halls. I peer back at the open door of Delilah’s room and wonder if she’s sleeping with the handsome Fae Commander tonight.
A smile pulls at the corner of my lips at the thought of just how well I’ve fully infiltrated the Fae Kingdom. Yes, this is most decidedly not the threat Thorn thought it was all going to be.
Sometimes I think he overreacts.
Sometimes I underreact.
I shrug and make my way downstairs. Right now, a cold glass of water would solve every single problem in my life, I think.
But when I make it to the entry room, the front door is severed just slightly open
A warm breeze slinks through the room, wafting the velvet curtains of the windows. Darkness is heavy in the room, and a knowing sort of eeriness crawls up my spine like spider legs.
“Hello?” I test on a quiet voice.
I walk closer to the door, and my hand extends to close it firmly back in place, but then the scent of ash greets me. I pause with my palm on the enormous metal handle for several seconds.
A scream scrapes through the night air, and I pull back the heavy barrier fully. Heat washes over me as embers burn like stars in the sky. My breath falls from my mouth as my bare foot collides with something there on the castle stairs, and a scream escapes me as I realize it’s a body.
It doesn’t move.
I kneel at his side, and his bloody head jostles to one side as the Commander of the Fae army looks up at me through swollen eyes.
