much to my chagrin.
“One day, someone is going to make it scream, and she’s going to end up tying him to a bed and never letting him up from it,” Tabitha snorted, scowling.
I blushed, hating the heat that burned my face while they talked about my pathetic, obsolete love life. Even before I’d taken the vow, it’d lacked fire and everything else. I’d always been the last one to end up with whatever male they’d left free for the night. Amo said it was my resting bitch face, that it made me unapproachable. Tabitha said it was the angry vibes I gave out, and that I was defensive about who I let get close to me.
I was thin and lacked the luscious curves that men craved. I wasn’t outgoing and didn’t enjoy being boisterous like the others. I was always on guard because if I wasn’t, people died. My demeanor was shielded, having never met someone who hadn’t wanted something from me. My eyes were almost always narrowing on people while I determined if they were friend or foe. I simply didn’t have the inner beauty others held. They were light, and I bordered on the shadows.
I waited for Torrin to give the order to mount, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted me without warning onto his horse. I grasped for the mane, frowning when he mounted behind me. The sky rumbled, and we both looked up as rain began falling.
Torrin’s deep exhale told me he wasn’t looking forward to riding without the heavy cloak to guard against the elements. I turned, unclasping and removing the cloak, then handing it to him. Grunting, he accepted it, wrapping it around him and me while he pulled me back against his body, which dwarfed mine, enveloping me in his warmth.
“We will ride until we reach the Darklands,” he said against my ear, causing me to shiver from the heated breath that fanned the shell of my ear. “If you grow chilled, let me know.”
“You’re very hot,” I stated and felt his lips curling into a smile against my ear. “You know what I meant,” I amended as the horse started forward, and his arm tightened to hold me.
“You burn hot too, Moonflower,” he whispered thickly, and I swallowed.
I let my body relax against him, listening to the world around us while we traveled. I was further south than I’d ever been. The passing countryside, while barren, was eerily beautiful.
The rain pelted down on us, drenching us through the cloak until we were both miserable from the chilled air. Hours moved by, and the countryside turned from barren land to rolling hillsides. Large waterfalls crashed over the cliffs, filling huge glowing pools of water that exposed light from the earth below it.
The deeper we went into the Darklands, the lighter it became. The landscape was strangely changing, and I hadn’t expected it to be pretty. I turned as something flew above us, and my eyes widened as a large, colorful bird squealed loudly, dropping from the sky to fly beside us. Chivalry reared back, bucking in warning, but the bird ignored him, landing on his back.
Torrin clicked his tongue and held out his hand as the large bird leaped from Chivalry’s back to Torrin’s arm, where I noticed the vanguard where the bird could perch. Torrin’s arm released me to unroll a length of leather parchment from the bird’s leg. My eyes scanned the message.
Stop playing with your cock and get back here. Your newest conquest is driving me crazy with her need to be ravished all night long. I think she prefers the pain to the pleasure, asshole. You wanted this courtesan; get your dick back here to satisfy the needy bitch. ~Signed, Your not so happy, King. P.S. Don’t hit that moon-pie pussy without me, asshole.
Torrin snorted, crumpling the message up before he reached into the saddlebag and then leaned forward. My eyes studied the bird before dropping to his reply.
Keep her there and try spanking her. She purrs when you make her ass red. Karina also adores being taken from behind, hard and fast. Pull her hair, asshole. She’s there for a reason. You’re going to like Alexandria. She’s wild and sucks a mean cock. ~Signed, Went to get the bitches you sent me to get, asshole.
I swallowed past the anger burning in my throat. Torrin was rumored to be over five hundred years old, yet he replied to the king like a tavern boy trying to land free pussy