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81 - Betrayal

Autor: Rosie Griffin
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-12 03:37:57

The heat of the day had long since vanished from the bedroom. Rosa had lit a fire a little after midnight to clear the suffocating air that refused to move. But the flames in the grate had long since settled into a sulking glow, casting long shadows across the chamber walls. The silence of the early hours was absolute, heavy with the sort of dread that only flourishes when the rest of the world is asleep. I sit by the window, tracing an outline of a carving. A pair of sparrows about to take fli
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  • The Bride Wore Blood   87 - Forward

    His fingers curl around my hips, pulling me to my knees. Lips trace a path down my back that sees me squirm as it tickles. I shout out, dropping down from my arms to bury my face into the fresh linen of the pillow, smothering the sound of my cry. I feel the heavy heat of his erection as he brushes alongside my inner thigh, then teases me rubbing back and forth against my needy core. I bite the pillow, hands positioned above my head, though I’m tempted to disobey again and see what delightful punishments might follow. I squirm as he tortures with me with gentle touches, stroking the sides of my body with his tip pressed to my opening. My hands clench, gripping the fabric as I steady myself, toes curled in anticipation for what seems like eternity. His kisses line my neck, his teeth graze my skin and I moan, shivering as I murmur, incoherent in my need. ‘Please…’ it’s a frantic gasp that he pulls from my lips, ‘please Thade…’I can feel his smirk upon his lips as he runs his mouth ac

  • The Bride Wore Blood   86 - Love

    The air in the room thinned, charged with an electricity that always preceded a summer storm. I barely drew a breath before the mattress shifted violently. In one fluid, predatory motion, Thade was over me.His weight was a warm, heavy blanket, grounding me against the sheets, his knees pressing firmly on either side of my waist. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs in part excitement, part something far more dangerous. Before I could find my voice, his hands shot upward, catching my wrists in a grip that was as unyielding as iron, yet careful enough not to bruise. He pinned them to the pillow on either side of my head, effectively sealing my world to the space between his arms.'You were saying?' His voice was a low, dark vibration that rumbled through my bones.He didn't wait for my answer. He began to descend, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. When his lips finally met mine, it wasn't the frantic clash I’d expected. It was slow. Ag

  • The Bride Wore Blood   85 - In your arms

    The silence of the early hours was absolute, heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and the lingering, sweet musk of Thade’s skin. I woke before the sun, my eyelids fluttering open to a room draped in the bruised purple shadows of a pre-dawn sky. The fire in the grate had long since settled into a sulking glow, the dying embers casting a faint, orange warmth across the heavy beams that frame our bed. Beside me, Thade was solid and steady. Someone I had come to rely on, despite my own fears. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was a steady anchor against the fear that had pulled silently at me for weeks. For the first time in what felt like an eternity I felt a peace. Safe in the warmth of his embrace. I shifted slightly, the silk sheets whispering against my skin, and felt the secret I had been carrying finally lose its edges. I had told him. I had kept our secret until Thade could be the first to know. But I’d been afraid of the outcome. What if he’d just imagined another deception.

  • The Bride Wore Blood   84 - The Shield

    There is only the thick, expectant silence of our private sanctuary.I didn’t wait for the fire to catch or for the shadows to stop their dancing against the velvet drapes. I reached for Lana, my hands finding the curve of her waist, pulling her into me until there was no air left between us. She felt like a sun-warmed willow bending to my will..'Lana,' I breathed her name against the pulse point of her neck, the vibration of Kilak finally settling into a low, contented hum in my chest.She collided with me, her fingers tangling in the dark hair at the nape of my neck with a desperation that bordered on violence. It wasn’t a gentle reunion. It was a collision of two souls trying to anchor one another against a rising tide. The wine-red silk of her dress rustled against my leather jerkin, a deep, bruised color that reminded me far too much of the blood we had both seen spilled.I tilted her head back, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that tasted of exhaustion and an ancient, fated hung

  • The Bride Wore Blood   83 - Home

    Koal and I sped away from the campsite that had sprung up, just within the city limits. Kilak was pacing behind my ribs, his frustration a low, primal snarl that echoed my own. I was so close now to being reunited with Lana that we were both running out of patience. I pushed the horse harder, the rhythmic thud of hooves on the stone road a countdown to her. I had spent days negotiating with the Boren packs, trying to secure the influx of magic our land so desperately needed to stop the withering. But my mind had never truly left Soln. It had stayed in our suite, caught in the memory of Lana’s hand on my chest and the way she looked at me with eyes that saw far too much.As the spires of the Palace finally pierced the horizon, I felt her presence through my soul. A primal, intoxicating frequency that told me she was near. The 'gilded cage' I’d once threatened to keep her in felt more like a sanctuary now, the only place I could breathe. I didn't care about the court or the whispers of

  • The Bride Wore Blood   82 - Return

    Thade’s POVThe first autumn dawn was a bruised purple, the light breaking over the horizon like a slow-spreading stain. I adjusted my grip on the reins, the leather cold and stiff against my palms. Behind me, the rhythmic thud of thousands of hooves and the metallic jangle of Boren steel created a symphony of transition that echoed through the valley.It had been months. Months of negotiating the jagged edges of Boren pride, months of breathing the thin, sharp air of the northern borders, and months since I had last seen her. Lana. My Little Investigator.The procession was a living, breathing testament to the gamble I was taking. Warriors with furs draped over their shoulders, their skin marked by the same 'savagery' Valerius so often sneered at, rode alongside families carrying everything they owned in carts. They were coming for the tournament, a contest of blood and skill that would decide who earned the right to settle the lands on offer. As we passed through the final village

  • The Bride Wore Blood   4 - Two Years Ago: A Whore

    Coy? I don’t think I’ve ever played coy, I wouldn’t even know what it is. I feel all the air trapped in my lungs, like there isn’t enough space for it. They’re burning but I can’t think beyond the sense of his face so close to mine. The overwhelming awareness of the heat from his bare body and his c

  • The Bride Wore Blood   3 - Two Years Ago: Storm in the Summer

    Two Years Ago - Lana’s POV ‘You can just stay with us,’ Rune shouts over the loud crack of thunder as we race across the courtyard. The water that splashes up from the puddles is warm against my ankles but the heavy rain hurts. Pinging against my face as we run. I look across at her, her short b

  • The Bride Wore Blood   2 - Two Years Ago: Thade

    Two Years Ago - Thade’s POV Summer in the Year 514 It’s late at night, the hours starting to stretch towards the morning. I should be fast asleep, my body aches, muscles burning from exertion. But despite the storm that’s raging over the city, I can’t sleep. Thunder cracks and rolls, shaking th

  • The Bride Wore Blood   1 - Unbreakable Vow

    Lana Air won't reach my lungs. My heart hammers an erratic rhythm against my ribs, aching. On the other side of the doors, the Nobility of Illure wait to watch me marry a monster. ‘You should be excited, Lana!’ My mother squeezes my fingers as I bend double, gasping. ‘I'm not going to do it.’

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