back, staring at the top of her head where a sword had pushed through her skull. I backed up onto Amo’s lap, and her arms wrapped around me, holding tightly.
“So, that happened,” she offered, both of us watching as Torrin withdrew his sword, shoving the body aside before he sheathed the blade and lifted his ale.
“Eat,” he stated, and I didn’t move. “We’re about to be in an area with little to no food available to hunt. I suggest you enjoy your meal and the ale tonight,” he growled, shoveling food into his mouth, staring at me.
Crawling off of Amo’s lap, I grabbed the fork, tasting the meat and frowning. It was deliciously roasted to a texture that melted in my mouth. I moaned around the fork and heard a deep growl. I turned with the utensil still in my mouth to find a new male studying me with interest burning in the azure-colored stare.
“New pet, Torrin?” the man asked, walking around the table to sit opposite of me. “She’s rather—delicate for your appetite. Hello, beautiful. I’m Zane. You are?”
“Alexandria,” Torrin answered, glaring at me before his attention moved to my plate and back to the male watching us through sparkling eyes.
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Zane snickered wickedly, leaning both his elbows on the table before sliding his attention around it slowly. “Aragon allowed an entire assassin squad of moon-touched pussy within the Darklands? He has lost his fucking mind, hasn’t he?”
“Did you need something, or did you just come in to drive me bug-fuck crazy, Zane?” Torrin sneered, pushing his plate away before peering at the male through cold eyes.
“Are you fucking him, sweetheart?” Zane asked, his eyes leveling me with a dark stare of curiosity that sent discomfort flowing through me.
Zane was beautiful, with a heart-shaped face framed by dark, cropped hair. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and his mouth curved into a beguiling smile that made my heart ratchet up a beat. His voice was smooth. It was like dark magic bathed over sinful wickedness that made something within me feel uneasy in his presence.
“I don’t see what me riding his glorious cock has to do with you, sir,” I whispered demurely, kicking into the character of a naïve beauty that made men underestimate me.
“Oh, gods, you’re absolutely precious,” Zane chuckled. Leaning closer, he smiled hungrily. “Has Torrin marred that beautiful flesh yet? He enjoys punishing his bedmates, beating them until they beg to be freed from his touch. It’s why he and King Aragon share their women often.”
“Who doesn’t like pain with their pleasure?” I asked in a sultry tone, feeling the heat of Torrin’s stare charring my flesh. I turned my hooded gaze toward him, licking my lips. “Isn’t that right, big boy? You do enjoy marring my flesh and making me ache so wickedly. I especially enjoy when you let that dark side out, and you push my legs up, so you’re buried so deeply into my womb I weep when I come for you.”
Torrin’s eyes burned while he watched me. I swallowed past the lump that grew in my throat from holding his heated stare. I’d intended simply to mess with him, playing a part for the asshole who was too pretty to be my type. However, I hadn’t expected heat in Torrin’s gaze to burn me so fucking hot that my insides melted and my body grew aroused from the stare alone.
“I especially love it when you come for me, Lexia. Your noises for me are fucking delicious when I stretch that pussy with my cock, and you beg me to fuck you harder,” Torrin growled. His raspy voice rolled over me like sex and silk, grating against my nipples, which pebbled from the sound of his voice alone. A throbbing started in my belly, and my mouth went dry with need while Torrin dared me to act on the urges rushing through me. “And your skin reddens so beautifully when I mark you, doesn’t it, gorgeous?” Well, fuck. That went sideways fast.
I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes from his while he searched them for permission. My core clenched hungrily with desire, tightening as heat pooled between my thighs with readiness for him to play with me. My tongue jutted out from between my lips, wetting them, which caused his hungry stare to lower, slowly noting the path it took until it vanished back into my mouth.
“Uh, you broke your vow of celibacy, Lexia?” Amo asked, her hand