Cold Queen - K Webster Page 0,40
Mazon thinks he should be on bed rest for a week.”
“Why is he on the floor then?” Danser questions, amusement turning the corners of his lips up.
“He’s a stubborn fool,” Elzira explains.
“A stubborn fool who’s strengthening his abdominal muscles,” I bite out at her as I do another curl, sitting up and clenching my abs. “I’ll be ready for battle in two days’ time.”
Elzira rises from her chair by the window and walks over to me. She’s not wearing a dress. In fact, ever since the battle with The Damned, she’s had my tailors make her fitted suits in black. My cock aches each time I get a glimpse of her ass that the material is molded to. The weight she’s putting on looks good on her. Healthy. Strong.
“Battle?” she asks, putting her booted foot on the center of my chest to keep me from sitting up again. “We killed them all. The battle was won.”
I grip her ankle and move it away so I can continue with my exercise. “The battle, yes, but not the war.”
“You still want to go there?” Danser asks. “Even now? Even after…”
He means her.
Elzira.
“I came here with a mission: Invade the Hidden Lands,” I remind them both.
“And to take a princess from a dying queen,” Elzira hisses, fury rippling from her in chilly waves.
I rise to my feet and grip her jaw. “Yes. That is why I came here.”
“I’ll ready the troops to depart in two days’ time,” Danser says coolly, not at all impressed with my answer.
As soon as the door closes behind him, Elzira wrenches from my grip. She stalks away, heading for the window. Her hands grip the ledge and she looks out the window, a slight tremble running through her body. I stalk after her, caging her in.
Outside, my men are camped out and still celebrating our win led by a cruel queen and her army of white.
“In two days, this hiding in a tower with you will end,” I growl. “And you wish to spend that time angry with me?”
Her breath hitches when I reach around to her front to unfasten her trousers. I push them roughly down her thighs and then mimic the action with my own trousers. Once my cock is in my grip, I tease her from behind, rubbing it between her thighs until I feel her need coating my shaft.
“Beg for it, Queen.”
“Never,” she hisses. “You want it so badly, take it.”
I slap her fleshy bottom, loving the shriek that escapes her. “I want it badly,” I agree, my voice a husky rumble. “And I’m going to take it as many times as I can until I ride off toward the Hidden Lands with a bride on my horse with me.”
Gripping a handful of her hair, I push her down toward the window and enter her with a hard thrust. The air around us swirls with snow. I pound into her hard enough for her forehead to hit the glass. She whimpers but presses her ass back, wanting every long, hard inch I’m offering her.
In two days, everything ends.
She writhes as her orgasm nears.
Poor, poor queen.
I’m so sorry it has to be this way.
Elzira
Two Days Later…
The fairy tale is over.
It’s easy to remain in a world of pretend when you’re locked away in a tower being ravished by a devilishly handsome, ruthless king.
Now it’s back to reality.
I must face the hard parts of my life. The ones I wish I could avoid. Saying goodbye to a chapter in my story.
Pain burns inside me, angry and devastated, but my beast freezes it out and gnashes its teeth. No time for weakness. I’ve spent my entire reign being weak. I am no longer the woman I was. I’m changed.
My crown is heavy on my head, reminding me of my place in this kingdom. When I enter the dining room, Ryke sits at the head of the table, an emotionless expression on his face. The only tell that he feels anything for me is a small tick in his jaw.
“Truth Seeker,” I greet icily.
“Punisher.”
I swallow down my anger and turn my eyes away from him as I wait. “Where is my sister?” I demand.
“On her way,” he assures me, rising to his feet.
The temperature drops a few degrees as I attempt to keep my feelings under control. When I hear Yanna’s voice as she yells at Danser, my heart rate picks up. Her footsteps quicken and I turn in time to catch her in an embrace.
“My sister,” she