Bride of the Traitor (The Prophecy of Sisters #1) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,88
my mouth, twisting, tangling and stroking me at the same time his control slips and he pounds into me. My back is going to be torn up, my dress as well, but it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is my king is inside of me, relieving the ache and pain that had been building inside of my body—inside of his as well. Standing on the edge, I can almost see myself ready to fall over into the abyss of pleasure.
My legs begin to tremble, my pussy clenching down around him, trying to keep his cock buried inside of me, I rip my mouth from his and I cry out as I come.
His roar follows shortly, as he’s burying his cock deep inside of me and his face is against my neck, his release fills my body. I let out a sigh as I feel his cum inside of me, relieving the pain from within.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I clench my thighs around his waist to keep him pressed against me and inside of me. He lets out a groan, his breath fanning my neck before his lips touch my skin.
“Sybilla,” he rasps.
“My King,” I breathe.
He hums. “Yes. Your king, your only,” he mutters.
I don’t tell him that he is indeed my only, in so many different ways. The only man I’ve ever felt this way about. The only man that I have allowed myself to fall in love with. The only man who looks at me as though I am precious. The only man that I would give up my entire world for, even my sisters.
Only him.
Only my king.
ELIAS
I don’t miss the looks that the men give me as I guide Sybilla back to our group. The horses are being watered and fed, far away from where we’ve just consumed one another. Pressing my hand to the small of her back, I gently shove her toward her women.
She looks back at me, giving me a small smile and those eyes of hers watch me for a brief moment before she turns toward her women and makes her way near them.
I watch her go, my lips twitching at how mussed up her hair is, how her dress is a bit worse for wear, and I think it’s the best sight I’ve laid eyes on in a long while.
“You know, it’s a shame that we cannot just have our way with her pretty little handmaids, especially when you go off and your voices echo around us. My cock aches, brother,” Rowan practically whines.
“They are servants, not slaves, so no you will not just have your way with them,” I snap at the same time I hear Merek growl. “Why don’t you settle down and get a woman of your own, then, Rowan?”
Rowan shakes his head with a smirk. “I do not plan on ever doing that,” he snaps. “I like my water supply to flow, not be dammed and we all know wives have a tendency to cut the flow off, and frequently. Always complaining of headaches, no thank you, Your Highness,” he snorts.
Merek chuckles and I follow his lead. “It did not sound like your King is suffering from a blocked flow,” Merek points out.
Rowan leans forward. “It is new, you’re possessed by some prophecy of the gods, and you’re a king. This is vastly different than a warrior knight.”
“This is true, Elias. Vastly different,” Merek points out, though he sounds distracted.
Flicking my gaze to him, I notice that he’s staring at something behind me. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and follow his gaze. He’s watching the white-haired handmaid, I believe her name is Katrina.
I jerk my chin to Rowan and Asher who are standing with us and thankfully they walk away leaving me alone with my cousin.
“You want her, cousin?” I guess.
Merek’s head jerks and his eyes glance around before they connect with mine. “Matters not, Elias,” he brushes off.
“Why is that?”
I watch as my cousin rocks back on his heels, putting his hands behind his back. “She is untouched. Pure. At her age, with her beauty, I assume it is for good reason. I cannot take that from her, no matter how badly I want it.”
Looking over my shoulder, I spy the pretty maid. She is a sight with her white hair and piercing green eyes. She’s young, but not too much so, probably around twenty-four years. She flicks her gaze over to Merek, and I watch as pain etches her features, she feels longing