LOGINRAVEN
I stumbled back in shock, my eyes widening in fear, how did he figure that out? What gave it away? My gears hit overdrive, the pain in my neck now so far beneath my worries. I optioned for denial.
“I'm female, my prince, where is this coming from?” At this rate, with the way my heart beat increased I wasn't far from dying from a heart attack. I was praying he found it convincing.
He growled, the sound menacing. I immediately knelt down and bowed my head.
“Forgive me my prince and tell me my sin so I may atone for it.”
He scoffed, going down on his knees next to me. “Why don't I confirm myself.” Fisting my hair with his left hand, he jerked my head up. I gasped, wincing in pain as strands of my hair pulled out.
With his right hand, prince Eilís flipped up my gown, his hand going underneath.
I could feel his hand sliding up my thigh as we stared at each other, his gold eyes burning. My body was frozen, the fear holding me down, my limbs locked and refusing to move.
His hand reached my groin, my face flaming when he took hold of my cock beneath the underdress.
“I'll ask again, what's your gender?”
“Male.” I gasped when he squeezed to the point of pain.
“Do you realize what you've done? Do you know what the punishment of your deceit will be?”
His voice was eerily calm as he asked, it added to my fear, it was like the calm before the storm.
“Let me answer that for you, it's death…death by hanging.”
His hand tightened on my shaft. I groaned in pain, tears dropping down my face as I blinked. “I plead for mercy.”
He laughed, the sound maniacal.
He sounded different from the man who'd promised not to hurt me or touch me without my permission.
His released my hair, his hand going to my dress. He yanked, sending the sapphires tumbling and the gown ripping. I gasped again at the sight of his large hand between my thigh, his eyes followed mine and a twisted smile appeared on his lips.
“That's a pretty sight.” He licked his lips. At that moment my limbs decided to unlock. I scrambled up in an attempt to run.
He hauled me back by my waist, pushing me to the bed and laying atop me as I tried to fight him off.
He moved back, holding me down with his left hand on my neck.
I struggled to breath and at the same time tried to remove his hand from my throat.
He ripped what remained of my clothes leaving me bare with nothing to cover.
“A gorgeous sight indeed.”
“I thought you preferred females.” I asked in between gasps.
“A misconception on your part, why would I choose when I can have the best of both worlds?”
He collected saliva from his mouth, once again wrapping his hand around my cock. He jerked up and down, repeating the motion without stopping. I gasped in disbelief as a sharp burst of arousal made me arch upwards, still in disbelief I hesitated in my struggle as I watched my cock rise in response to his stimulation.
He let go, collecting another drop of saliva as he spreads my thighs with his knees between mine. This time his fingers went to my hole, gently caressing it before pushing in a finger.
I renewed my vigour, thrashing on the bed and tearing at him in a desperate attempt to escape as the sparks of pain increased. I could feel when he added the second and third finger, the pain doubling as I sobbed, still not giving up in my escape attempt.
He pegged something inside me and I arched up involuntarily as pleasure raced up my spine, the pain disappearing in an instant.
He mercilessly continued, targeting that particular spot that turned me into a mumbling mess as my brain attempted to get used to the new sensations wracking my body.
My body reacted traitorously, heat flaring even as my mind screamed no.
I moaned and gasped, my body moving on its own, chasing the curve of his fingers in my ass so it relentlessly pressed against that pleasure spot. I felt high with the new found pleasure I was receiving.
He removed his fingers much to my body's disapproval and unbuttoned his trousers. The sight of him taking out his cock jolted me back to my current predicament. He was long and thick, the crown leaking as he stared at my hole in what was akin to anticipation.
“You promised not to touch me.” I said in a last attempt to reason with him.
“I never made that promise, Eilís did.”
“You're Eilís!” I shouted, taking in bursts of deep breaths when his hand released slightly from my throat.
He smirked at me as he pushed in. “I guess I am.”
I screamed.
“It hurts,” I said, grabbing at his wrist where it rested next to my hip and digging in my nails as if for revenge. “It feels like you’re tearing me apart.”
He checked to be sure, pulling his cock out the three inches he’d managed to insert it before shaking his head. “No blood. You’re fine.”
I gaped at him.
Then with a grin, he thrust forward, pumping his cock into me straight down to the root. His balls, slapping against my ass.
I was crying and now both my hands were struggling to shove his shoulders and push him away.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed calmly. “You got this.”
“I fucking do not!” I ground my teeth. “I also fucking hate you!”
“You hate my cock,” he corrected, “but that’ll change in a minute. Trust me.”
He gave a tentative roll of his hips.
A long, drawn-out moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it.
He smirked and resituated himself so that he was holding himself up on his forearms at either side of my head.
With no other warning but that, he gave into his nature.
His cock pounded into me over and over again, pummeling my insides with rapid strikes. On each inward thrust he buried himself as deep as he could go.
I screamed beneath him, eventually wrapping my arms around his neck for purchase as my body was forced into the bed.
My dick was caught between us, being rubbed against the trail of wiry black hairs that led down from his navel to my swollen cock.
I was digging my nails into his shoulders and gasping by his ear.
My thighs squeezed around his waist.
“Come for me,” he ordered, bending down to deliver a possessive kiss, biting hard on my bottom lip at the end.
Maybe it was the inkling of pain, or me simply liking to be dominated.
Either way, one of those things shoved me over the edge, and in the next instant, I was crying out, my trapped cock spurting between us.
I twitched, eyes rolling back and my mouth parting on a silent scream.
He came, driving his cock into my hole one final time and keeping himself there.
As my eyes closed, the stress wearing me down, Eilís's twisted smile lingered, his breath whispering against my ear, "The fun is just beginning."
Sometime later I woke up slowly, my mind foggy until a rhythmic, blunt friction against my leg pulled me fully into consciousness. I didn't move, I didn't even breathe. I was pressed against something solid and radiating heat, my body angled in a way that told me I was no longer on my side of the bed.I blinked my eyes open, staring into the shadows. My heart stopped.At some point in the night, the distance between us had vanished. I was practically on top of him, my chest flush against his side and my leg hooked slightly over his hip. I felt the coarse linen of his undershirt against my cheek.Then I felt it again. A steady, subconscious movement.Eilis was still asleep, his breathing deep and even, but the "beast" wasn't entirely dormant. His dick was hard, pressing firmly against the bare skin of my inner thigh. With every slow breath he took, he shifted, a low, instinctive hump that dragged the heat of him against me.The terror I’d felt earlier was joined by a frantic, dizzying
Two days had passed without any issues, or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.The routine was starting to feel normal, which was the most dangerous thing of all. I woke up, let Calani paint dress me up, and sat through meals where Eilis and I played the part of the devoted couple. But the moment the sun dipped below the horizon and the private wing doors shut, the performance ended. Eilis would disappear into his study or his own quarters, and I would be left alone in the massive, cold bed that was supposed to belong to both of us.I was walking through the gallery, trying to keep my head down, when Denis caught up to me. I was somehow jealous of how Denis manages to look happy almost all the time. And today he also looked to be having the time of his life, his face split by a casual, boyish grin. He had a way of moving that didn't belong in this stiff, cold palace, he swung his arms and leaned into spaces like he owned them."You know, Raven," Denis said, falling into ste
The memory of my brothers laughing about the "beast’s snack" and Calani’s crude remarks about the Prince’s size flashed through my mind. Back then, it had been a terrifying joke. Now, it was a question about my dignity."He bit me to save my life," I said, the lie tasting like copper. "The King wanted proof of the bond. Without this, I’d be dead and you wouldn't be standing here alive.”Mirabel flinched, pulling her hand back to her chest. The relief on her face was ugly, it was a sharp jagged thing she couldn't hide. She was horrified for me, yes, but she was also clearly glad it wasn't her skin being marked."I remember what Ricky said," she murmured, looking away. "About the 'beast' wanting something unripe. I used to stay awake at night wondering if Father knew he was sending you to be mauled."I scoffed, “Of course he knew," I said. "He just didn't care because he didn't consider me part of his children."Mirabel looked like she wanted to cry, but she didn't have the right. She ha
I pushed the door open and shut it quickly behind me, my heart hammering a rhythm against my ribs that I couldn't slow down. I had told Eilis to let me see Mirabel alone and I was glad he agreed. How could she even be here when I received her letter this morning?I didn't even look toward the bed before I saw her.Mirabel was standing by the window, her hands knotted together in the fabric of her cloak. She looked exhausted, the fine silk of her traveling hood pushed back to reveal hair that was tangled from the wind.She turned when the latch clicked. Her eyes went wide, tracking me as I moved into the center of the light. She just stared at the heavy silk of my dress, the gold weight of the necklaces, and the thick layer of makeup that masked my skin."Raven," she whispered.I didn't move toward her. I stayed near the door, my hand still resting on the wood. "What are you doing here, Mirabel? How did you even get past the gates?"She didn't answer the question. She stepped forward, h
Eilis stood up from his seat. “Raven, come with me. There's someone I'd like you to meet.”I stood up quickly, knowing this was an opportunity to leave Aria’s presence.I followed him as he led me towards the densest part of the crowd. He walked towards a man leaning casually near one of the marble pillars. The man was looking too relaxed for someone standing in the king’s celebration hall.Tall, broad-shouldered, blond hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. Gold eyes flicked toward us and brightened immediately as they landed on Eilís.“About time,” the man said, grinning. “I was starting to think you’d abandoned me for court politics.”Eilís snorted. “Camden, behave.”Camden’s grin widened as his gaze slid to me.“This,” Eilís said, and there was a subtle shift in his voice, “is Raven.”Camden inclined his head respectfully. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”I raised an eyebrow to match his energy. “Only good things, I hope.”He laughed, “Depends on who you ask. Which tells me you’re
The red silk was heavy and stiff. Calani spent a long time pinning my hair up, her fingers moving fast while I sat there with my mind elsewhere. The letter was gone—burned in the hearth—but the words were still stuck in my head."Don't fidget," Calani muttered, adjusting the high collar. "You need to look like you belong at that table.""I'm trying," I said. My ribs still ached every time I took a deep breath, a reminder of the chase.When I finally walked into the Great Hall, the noise was the first thing that hit me. It was the sound of hundreds of people eating, drinking, and shouting over each other. The King sat at the center of the high table. Beside him was a young woman I hadn't seen before. She looked young, with the same sharp features as the King, watching the room with a look of total boredom.Eilís was already seated. He looked different in formal clothes—stiff and uncomfortable. He was staring at a silver goblet in front of him like he wanted to break it. As I approached







