Thane DrogosWell, fuck.An impressive amount of profanity flew from Princess Evelyn's pretty little mouth. Here I thought she was a polite, pretty little noblewoman in the wrong place at the wrong time, but no, she was the fucking princess with the vocabulary of a sailor. Her doe eyes were frenzied, clearly terrified, and running high on adrenaline. With one more look, she grabbed the half-wall and plummeted sixty feet into the freezing water below."Shit," I growled. The naïve little girl would die.The tide would kill her, pull her under, if it didn't break bones first. Churning like a meat grinder. And without proper use of her arms, she would drown.Fuck me. Damn it all to hell. Kicking off my shoes, I dropped my jacket and weapons, diving headfirst overboard. I wasn't thinking when I captured her, but I wasn't interested in letting Evelyn drown.If I had known who she was when I followed her cries into the alleyway, I would have let them kill her. Save myself
Evie StantonGod, what happened last night?My head pounded something awful. The sunlight peeking from behind my eyelids might as well have been a nail hammering into my skull. How on earth did I get back to my bedroom? I stretched my toes, feeling my muscles whine. A small grumble left my lips. I suppose my father would want an answer today about the marriage situation. As much as I wanted to tell him to shove it up his ass, that was not what princesses do. They smile and nod.Seen but rarely heard.I tried to roll onto my stomach and bury myself deeper into furs and hide from the world.When did my bed ever have furs on it?Hang on… why can't I move my wrist?My eyelids flew open, the reality of where I was sinking in. My wrist was attached to a bedframe with a leather cuff, furs draped over my body.The smell of the ocean in the air, brisk and salty.I recoiled at the sunlight, but blinked away my discomfort, looking from side to side. A shiver ran down my sp
Evie StantonThane's mother stared at me as I fiddled with the hem of my pants. While I was relieved to be in something that covered my skin from prying eyes, the fabric felt odd against my skin. The leather material felt stiff, scratchy.I still wore Thane's blouse, feeling incredibly unsupported without my corset. I constantly folded my arms across my chest to hide my breasts. Usually, from the neck down, I wore layers upon layers and gloves, hiding every square inch of my skin.Even though I was covered in the traditional sense, the lightweight nature of the clothing made me feel incredibly naked.Especially with crewmen eyeing me while they cracked their boiled eggs.She wasn't particularly chatty. Gave me just as much as her son did. A whole lot of nothing. Those cold eyes of hers unnerved me, like I wasn't sure if she was going to outright kill me or not. She looked like she wanted to."Where did Thane find you?" she asked, breaking the silent standoff between us.
Thane Drogos"Thane."I knew as soon as I heard my mother's tone, I was fucked. The entire deck silenced. Evelyn stopped shouting her obscenities at me. I stopped laughing at how adorable the profanity sounded coming from Evelyn's sweet voice."Mother," I replied with a sheepish smile. I kept Evelyn's body pressed firmly against mine, using her to hide my cock's reaction to her struggles. I had expected Evelyn to stop fighting once she realized what she was doing, like a good, modest noblewoman, but she didn't. She bore down tenfold.And as good as Evelyn's body felt moving against mine, her ample ass no longer shrouded with layers of fabric. I could have fought with that spiteful little thing all day, but my mother threw a wet blanket right over me, snuffing out all that heat building inside.My mother's eyebrows came together further, pinching lines along her forehead. She rarely gave me that look anymore, but I knew the disapproving gaze well. I hated it. "Put her do
Thane Drogos"Had enough?" I asked, an arm around Desmond's throat. My first mate bared down, knocking me off and rolling me onto the deck. He bounced back to his feet, bringing one hand to wipe the blood from his nose.He laughed. "You know me. I don't know when to quit."I sprang up to my feet, blocking one of his punches easily. The crewmen gathered around the ring. Tossed coins for their bets. The men preferred hand-to-hand combat as it made a great pastime during long voyages.Occasionally, the blunted cutlasses came out to play.The sun beamed down on Desmond and I as we tousled, throwing blows at one another. We were only clad in our pants, shirts discarded. Much more difficult to tear pants and I wasn't in the mood to sew up the cotton of my shirt. Like good friends, we never pulled punches. Even the time I knocked a tooth out of his mouth for considering leaving his wife.As much as Des flirted, he devoted himself to that woman. So much so he considered leavi
Evie StantonDesmond led the way to Thane's quarters. As we stepped closer, the sound of the piano continued to get louder. It was a lovely melody, one that the crew seemed to like as they chanted and sang along.Was Thane the one playing? I had heard the music all week, but I never put it together it was him playing it.That was difficult for me to wrap my head around. The man I had seen earlier with a blue dragon tattooed all over his chest, throwing Desmond around like he was a bag of potatoes. Dripping with sweat as his magnificent back flexed for every strike. Even from several yards away, I could watch the muscles under the skin move and bunch impressively. I wanted to learn how to fight like that. He would win the fight, pull his opponent back to their feet with a beaming smile.A genuine smile. Not something cruel or crooked. It was real.Then he would see me, watching, and I had to pretend like I wasn't. I didn't want to believe Thane was anything but a brut
Thane Drogos"You have quite the selection," Evelyn mused, gazing at my bookshelf. Her back was to me, the loose cotton shirt barely hanging onto her narrow shoulders. My eyes trailed downwards, taking in her lithe feminine form. Her hips flared out into leather pants I knew were Rio's. They looked much better on Evelyn. Slightly too big, but her round ass still curved against the fabric."I like to read on voyages," I answered, unable to pull my eyes away from her, dipping down even further to her legs.She's wearing too many clothes.At that intrusive thought, I turned away, thinking about her freckled thighs I knew hid beneath those pants. I wanted to see them again, but this time spread wide so I could get a good look at her pretty pussy before I leaned down to taste it. I'd fuck her with my tongue, her arms restrained over her head. Make her nice and wet, teetering on the edge until she begged for my cock, tears of desperation welling in her big doe eyes.How
Evie StantonThane seemed distracted for the remaining duration of dinner. Part of me was happy he wasn't asking any more questions. The rum had loosed my inhibitions, and I shared more than I wanted to. I felt thankful he conceded, giving me some privacy to get dressed for bed. I undid the sash around my waist, dropping the crimson fabric against the headboard."…you would've found yourself in my cabin, cuffed to my headboard under different pretenses."A shiver ran down my spine. My skin became hot to the touch. I brushed Thane's words from my mind.I kicked off my shoes, keeping my socks on. After unclipping the buttons on the front of the leathered pants, I pushed them off. Instantly, I felt more comfortable. I climbed beneath the furs, suddenly bombarded with his scent. The mouthwatering scent of musk and brine. I ignored the erotic stroke between my thighs. I've slept in Thane's bed once in only a shirt.Why would this be any different?Because, he'd be in