로그인He gently placed her flat onto the ground while she clung to him, her knees perfectly angled, spreading her for him.Aeryl took a quick moment to find her breath and then.... gravity sent Aramisius manhood crossing her cervix and fucking her deep against the farther wall that scorched the night around them. "Aramis....." She choked at each biting wave of pleasure he pulled deep within her body. "I.... I.... can't bear it. I....""Come. Come for me." He growled, wickedly. This had to be it!....Then the sharp tightening crested and climbed higher and higher. It flailed.... and then it broke and she was coming with his name on her lips, her body clenching around him, dragging him deeper, soaking him.Her neck arched under his wicked tongue and he followed. She felt him stiffen, heard the guttural sound he made as he hurried his pace.... and spilled inside her. And the heat of it sent a secondary pulse through her.His thrusts shook this time and his grip on her hips turned crushing.
Her heart was a war drum in her chest. "Aramisius....""I have watched you for seven days." His thumb traced her lower lip. "I have watched you argue with me. Challenge me. Learn. Refuse to break under what would have shattered anyone else. I have watched you sleep. Watched you wake. Heard you pull your dress over your head and felt my own control crack...."She couldn't breathe. She blushed pink and swallowed in shock of Aramisius' confession. His hand was still in her hair, his body against hers, the heat of him seeping through her thin nightdress."I want you now. We'll not care tomorrow," she said, quietly against his lips.He kissed her again. Harder. His hand slid from her hair down her back and pressed her against his chest. She felt the rumble of a growl before she heard it, felt the vibration travel through her bones.His mouth left hers and dragged down her jaw, her sensitive throat, the place where her pulse hammered visibly against her skin. She helplessly moaned and arche
Aeryl picked it up and drank fast. The liquor burned going down, smoky and hot, and she coughed against her wrist. His mouth twitched in near-laughter, but she caught it. It was the closest thing to a smile she'd seen from him in five days.She took another drink. Then another. And Aramisius instantly took the bottle away from her. Too late, Aeryl felt like laughing already. The silence stretched, but it wasn't the cold silence of their argument. He watched her with those silver-red eyes."Elyria," she said. "It's tomorrow. I am so scared. Nevertheless, I am so glad you taught me things during the journey.""Yes.""What happens there?"He looked at the bottle. His thumb traced the rim. "They will try to argue that the binding is invalid. That a little hybrid cannot stand beside a lycan prince.""And if they succeed?"The muscle in his jaw jumped. "They won't."She should have felt safe hearing that. Instead she felt the weight of it."Aeryl." Her name in his mouth sounded so low and
Silence settled over the carriage once more. Rain whispered against the roof while the wheels rolled steadily through the muddy road. Neither of them spoke. The weight of the conversation lingered between them, too heavy for either to disturb. Aeryl lowered her eyes to the history book resting forgotten on her lap. Aramisius remained motionless. Then, his head snapped toward the carriage window. Before Aeryl could ask what was wrong, his hand disappeared beneath his cloak, steel flashed. A pistol. He pushed open the carriage window in one swift motion. Bang! The deafening report shattered the quiet. The horses jerked. The coachman cursed outside and Aeryl flinched violently, instinctively covering her ears. A dark shape tumbled from the rain-soaked sky, crashing through dripping branches before disappearing into the undergrowth. The smell of gunpowder drifted through the carriage. Aramisius calmly lowered the pistol. Only then did he look at her. For the first time since she'd
Four more days passed. The road stretched endlessly across kingdoms, forests and rivers.Yet, very little changed. Mornings began before sunrise. The royal entourage packed camp with practiced efficiency.Breakfast was eaten quickly. The horses were harnessed. Then they rode. By midday, they stopped only long enough for lunchnand water before continuing the journey.As evening descended, another Journey House welcomed the Prince.Another chamber. Another meal. Another stack of letters waiting patiently upon Aramisius' carriage desk. Sometimes he rode his stallion under the sun.Messenger doves continued arriving without fail. Every bird was now searched before a single message reached the Prince's hands.The assassination attempt had changed nothing. Except the caution of everyone around him. Spies and pretentious travellers came and went. Captains delivered reports.Kings sent greetings and good wishes. Nobles sent requests. Princesses sent proposals.Aramisius answered them with the
Moments later, she returned carrying half a loaf and a small bowl of vegetable stew and cups of water.Nizelda gasped and Rhea's eyes shimmered with tears of so many emotions at once. She sobbed."You honor us."The woman smiled softly. "No child should go hungry."Rhea thanked her again and again.While they ate, the woman narrowed her eyes and spoke."You're not from around here, omega."Rhea lowered her head and shook her head NO."No, madam.""You're running from someone?"There was silence. Nizelda instinctively sank farther into Rhea's. The old woman's expression softened."Don't stay in this village after dark. Some men came asking questions yesterday."Rhea only smiled and nodded her head, hiding her fear.Only after they had walked far beyond the village did Nizelda notice something."Grandma.... You didn't eat much."Rhea looked down. "I wasn't hungry."Nizelda stopped walking. She quietly broke the last piece of bread in half. Then reached up."Eat, grandmother. You have to
Her eyes flashed open and she sat up fast. The ache in her tummy proved it was really his words. Her heart began to beat so heavily she gripped her chest. “That's…. That's him. He's coming! Oh, moon, save me.” She whispered. Her lips quivered while she looked around and shut her eyes, cold to th
"Rot in hell, cursed mongrel! My king's fire will scorch your cursed hide to ash!" The dark stone room was a warground and a shotgun was raised to head of the kneeling man. The prince didn't flinch. Instead, his eyes turned darker. "From the other side, whisper to your king. Tell him traitors may
Meanwhile, Aeryl was being held out of the tub that was filled with roses and warm milk when it hit her.A very strong pull. Her breath caught sharply as pain slammed deep in her chest. The calm the roses had given her shattered all at once. She gasped and pushed herself upright.The room felt wron
Not angrily but with alert.“Describe him.” Aramisius said.She shook her head, tears gathering again. “Don’t tell me you didn't see him.""Well....""You caused this!"Silence followed.Finally, Aramisius spoke, voice lower now.“If you see him again....” He said. “....you come to me. Immediately.







