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“Thank you,” Hadrius speaks at the maid, watching as she bows low before him with River’s dirty bloodied clothes in hand, before stepping out of the room. That had been the last of them.
Slowly shutting the door, the warlord cracks his neck to the side then knuckles. His body is rigid and sore, a phantom ache between joints from the unrestrained shift that briefly surfaced whilst subduing the wolves. The wolves that dared harm her. It had left him fatigued but alert.
Hadrius walks across the room and lingers by the bathroom’s doorway.
Large and utterly decadent, as nearly everything pertaining to the warlord’s lifestyle is. Smooth grey marble and a lot of glass and mirrors lend the large room a somewhat surreal quality, steam from the hot water and lit candles only added to the effect.
There are two lit candles, glowing against the steam from the heat of the water that hung heavy in the air. Through the mist, he sees his huma
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“I’m going to cum,” the warlord confesses in a shaky growl, his damp sweaty temple pressing on his mate’s. His whole body is bunched up in complete tension and concentration, heartbeat pounding against her chest.“What?” he feels her face turn, lips brushing over his ear and he shudders, suddenly hypersensitive to even the subtlest of her touches. “You’re not even in.”Hadrius pauses then chuckles, a slight hue of frustration clouding his mountain cut cheekbones. He lifts his head briefly and peers down at their point of connection, only the tip is in her tight channel, and she grips him like a vice, radiating heat like that of a brick oven. Hadrius shuts his eyes, a drop of sweat collecting by the tip of his nose and falling with a softtaponto the hollow of her throat.“That good, huh.” She states smugly beneath him and he manages a scowl.It was true, nonetheless, he had never
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Shuffling sounds is what rouses River from her deep, fatigued state of slumber. Vaguely, she hears Hadrius drifting about the room, slipping into the bathroom only to return. For a terrible moment, she believes it is dawn and fears he would wake her for class but a quick parting of her eyes to gaze at the dark sky beyond the parted curtains tells her otherwise.With a satisfied sigh, she begins to sink back beneath the dark waves when suddenly, the blankets are pulled from her curled form.“Wake up,” Hadrius does not wait for a reply. His large scalding hand closes around her ankle and drags her towards the foot of the bed.A spark of irritation surges through River and her lips curl in a scowl, “It’s not morning.”“It is.”“It’s still dark,” she protests with eyes shut as he flips her onto her back. Something touches both her ankles, slipping up past her knees and cum crusted thighs. Rive
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“River.”River blinks away from her stinging mind of thoughts, casting a sidelong glance at the room she is passing by. Her steps falter at the sight of Atticus lying on his back on a wide, pillowed bench, balancing a lyre on his stomach.Idly, he plucks at it. His golden crown of hair held up with a leather strap. His skin is the colour of just-pressed olive oil, and smooth as polished wood, without the scabs and blemishes that covers the rest of youth his age.Lambent eyes tilt in her direction, regarding her idly; “Join me.”His presence, River decides, is like a stone in her shoe - impossible to ignore. Tucking her scowl away and hazardous thoughts, she takes a scuffling step into the room. His head lolls to the side to regard her, his eye heavy-lidded as his smile cat-like. “How are you?”The question catches her off guard, and River takes a moment to process. “Fine,” she replies warily and his g
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All Hadrius sees is red.His hands clench into fists whilst striding down the hallway, blunt nails digging into the flesh of his palms, drawing rivulets of blood that slip from between his fingers like fine sand.Behind him trails his mate in silence, aware of his tensed, livid state, yet seeming indifferent to it. He smells the intoxicating wine that stains her lips, and beneath her scent is the Alpha’s son. Atticus. It stains her skin, her shoulder which he had touched, her forearm where he had pressed upon while they sat side by side.Pressure rises in the warlord’s mouth and a muscle leaps in his cheek at how he had found them.Atticus, the young ignorant brat of a pup, and his arrogant blatancy as he dared lay claim to his human.Hadrius cracks a knuckle and continues, unwilling to look over his shoulder. His teeth grind like motors and despite the cool night air that brushes past his coat, billowing it behind him, his skin tingles
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"Atticus." The warlord’s demoniac voice tunnels dangerously in her ear.Sliding his hands down her skin from her breasts, he catches his fingers in the waistline of her underwear and rips them sideways with enough intensity to bruise the skin of her hips. She remains bare from the shoulders down.His eyes devour her sun-bronzed skin. The sight of her pressed against the table, naked, slightly bent forward, her ass presented to him - causes his cock to throb so badly he thinks it would burst through the confines of his slacks.His hands caress over her bare skin. “Atticus,” he says, palming her ass and squeezing them hard, parting her cheeks and dripping flushed lips at once."Atticus.” He repeats venomously, darkness spilling into his tone.His left hand splays over her flesh, passing teasingly down over her pelvis until his hand eases between her thighs. A gasp catches in her throat as his fingers
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They came for him at dawn.River expects it, or so she tells herself. Much to her dismay, Hadrius had been insistent on waking her at three AM, not that she was able to sleep.His words run deep into her skin, withdrawing all heat until all she feels is cold. Hadrius somehow maintains his natural tranquil behavior whilst training her. While her heart judders and gut clenches in fear, his simply is; there is no disturbance in his features, or perhaps his calmness was a facade to keep hers in check.But it was dark, and she could not see his face whilst he fixed her grip on the sword, and taught her how to rotate her hips enough to draw momentum from them. When her lessons are over, River is sleek with sweat despite the frigid cold, and her muscles scream from the exertion.As they walk back in silence, her steps falter in the slightest, inadvertently creating distance between the two, and she gazes at his broad back with a sense of foreboding desperation.
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“Promise me you will be safe.” Hadrius’ whisper is harsh and holds a desperate, vulnerable edge to it, his eyes seeking his human’s as she kneels before him, still reeling in murky pained silence.“River-” Her eyes lift to meet his.The chains groan as his face dips towards her; he wishes to touch her one last time, for a single, blessed moment, and she hears his thought. Wordlessly, River rises on her knees and presses her brow to his, her mouth a heartbeat later. His lips whisper unspoken agony to hers as they kiss briefly, softly.The fear swells beneath his skin, threatening to tear him to shreds, and pain like no other grasps at the warlord’s heart as she draws away. “He will be violent,” Hadrius utters against the wick of her mouth. “If you can, say my name before he reaches you.”“Okay.”He hears her slamming heartbeat and it cripples him.“Promise me
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River tears through Hadrius’ home.Her body moves in a dark blur up the stairs, and slams through the first door before she drops onto her knees.Beneath my bed, you will find a backpack.Had he known all this time?Was that why he had been training her?A wildness grows within her; of terror and suffocating panic as she blindly gropes beneath the large bed for the bag. She almost cries in relief as her hand closes on a strap, and giving it a sharp tug, yanks it from beneath the bed.The bag is medium sized and filled to the brim. Her curiosity is smothered by her plight and after rising, River hastily strips.She pulls on random pants Hadrius had made for her - the material breathable and starchy for training - then a shirt, and finally a large sweater. Pulling on her boots, River slings the bag over her shoulder and descends the stairs in a whirlwind while drawing the hood over her head.The evening casts its d
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