throat. My hand slid down his body, smiling at the legendary warrior now tied to each corner of his bed.
I looked back while taking in the incredible curves and sleek edges of his body, and my gaze rose to lock with icy eyes that promised retribution. Leaning over, I nipped his nipple while he shook with anger. He threatened me through the cloth over his mouth, and I considered using a knife on him to see if it made him as hot and bothered as it had made me.
“Come on. You had to know I’d escape you, Tor. I’m an assassin, not a pet you can keep on a chain. You had something I wanted, and now I know where it is. I would never help Aragon reach the library, not knowing he unleashed this darkness because he lost his child bride. My grandmother was fully mated to my grandfather, and the moon is never wrong when it chooses our mates.”
Torrin glared at me, his eyes slitting to angry, narrowed pools of icy water. I slid my body over his cock, reaching behind my ass to cradle his balls, squeezing them gently, feeling him grow hard beneath me.
“Honestly, you are the best dick I’ve ever had in my entire life. I’ve never felt freer than I did with your hand around my throat and buried in my hair. Thank you for showing me what that was like.” I leaned over, kissing his cheek before I climbed off of him and moved to the dress I’d worn last night, still discarded on the floor.
His muffled growl filled the room, causing me to smirk. Pulling the dress over my aching body, I secured it around my neck. Wintery eyes frosted my heated flesh, and I sucked my lip between my teeth, frowning at the look burning in his angry scowl.
“Maybe in another life, this could have lasted longer,” I stated, hating that I wanted to ride him more. I wanted to feel his dominance and experience his version of pleasure endlessly. “Damn, you fucked me good. I already crave you, and I can’t even blame it on the moon anymore. I just want you and what you offer me,” I admitted, turning toward the door as a knock sounded.
I retrieved the bottle and moved toward it in bare feet. Slipping behind it, I waited for the guard to enter. The moment it opened, I smiled at the sound of the guard discovering Torrin in a delectably compromising position. He moved toward Torrin, intending to free him as I stepped up, slamming the bottle down over the back of his head. I eyed the bottle, turning toward the door as a sword sliced through the air, narrowly missing me.
I jumped back when it shot toward me again, missing me with each swing. The guard swung his sword again, missing me and embedding his blade into the table. He yanked on it, but I lunged, slamming the bottle down on his head. Exhaling, I shut the door and surveyed the mess.
It took several minutes to shred the bedding to secure each of the guards onto the bed above Torrin’s body. I place the first guard on top of Torrin, facing him, resting the guard’s face on Torrin’s shoulder. I put the other guard on top of the first, spooning the first guard’s backside. My eyes rolled up to meet Torrin’s, and I grinned while he glared murderously at me. Once the newcomers were gagged and bound together, ensuring no escape, I dusted off my hands and flinched, taking in the sandwich of men piled onto one another.
Turning toward the door, I started forward, retrieving the trusty unbreakable bottle and the smaller warrior’s blade. The door opened, and I barely escaped it from slamming into my face.
“Okay, you’ve been in here with her for far too long. You promised to share your newfound friend once you subdued her—well, that’s kinky, even by my standards,” Aragon announced, turning toward me. My foot closed the door, and a blade met his chin. “Did not see that coming.”
“On your knees, Your Majesty,” I grunted, flicking the blade subtly when he failed to do as I had instructed soon enough. “Don’t make me into a King Slayer, Aragon. I am simply trying to get out of this place as soon as possible without shedding blood. Be a dear and get the fuck on your knees for me.”
“I have to admit; this is a first. Normally, women are on their