The Lithromantic Duke Novels & Stories

She almost jumped back when the soft flesh jerked, hardening as she watched. "Keep going,"The other duke said, his voice rough. She glanced up to see him watching her and blushed. "You're being too soft with her," Duke complained from behind her. "Give a smack on the rump, that'll smarten her up." Fearful of the cruel man behind her, Tamara bent to her task, licking around the mushroom shaped head and down the shaft as he let out a low moan. His hand slipped into her hair, but he didn't grab it or pull it like the first duke did, he just caressed the back of her head, still allowing her control over her movements. Pleasuring a man this way wasn't nearly as objectionable and she found herself

Just like in "A Knight's Tale." Bryce returns, throwing the broken lance onto the ground and dismounts. I grab Brimstone's reins and lead him back to the tent. The first two rounds were more or less the same. Except the Duke always won. At night he feasted and relaxed with his contemporaries while ignoring me. I also have to watch him flirt with the noble "ladies" of the court and me witnessing him act the gentlemen to them while ordering me around like I was a piece of shit was grating on my

Maren I stepped into the Tributes' wing, the wet slither of my dress against my legs the only sound. But before I could call attention to myself, I went still, listening. "...impossible," I heard a voice scoff. I didn't recognize it, rough, with a burr of an accent. "No one's survived a night with His Majesty. Not even the Lunas." "Maybe she was lucky," a smoother voice put in. "The way he got with his marks, maybe he passed out and she got to sleep."

I nodded my head in thanks, wishing I could give him a coin that I did not have. The tavern was lively, windows covered in cloth with holes. Peering inside, there was one man with decent clothing on his body. "And then the little bitch slit the Duke's throat! He was furious!" My guess is that this man was Enoch, giving out such detailed information. "Let me tell you, he picked a good one. A fighter she is. I knew it the day I brought her in. She took my fangs like a champ. I didn't numb nor heal the thing. On top of that, she was gorgeous, but the Duke swore off anyone to touch her. I couldn't believe he lasted as long as he did!" Enoch chugged a glass of fermented blood. Dribbling down his

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

“But the Duke of Westcliff is the most handsome alpha on the planet. It would be ridiculous to dismiss him just because he’s a Xeus. He’s rich, gorgeous, titled and—” “He’s the king’s nephew, Li,” Jules said when he managed to pick up his jaw. He had no idea Liam’s ambitions were that high. “He’s not just a duke; he’s a royal duke! Our alpha was just a viscountess.” Liam didn’t look fazed. “So what? You think he’ll care about it if he falls in love?” He smiled dreamily. “He’s so handsome, Jules.”

Jonathan opened the door and Tristan was greeted with the appearance of the duke sitting on his chair as the window behind him had its curtains drawn, allowing the light to seep in and brighten up the room. The duke is a handsome man, who has black hair and grey-colored eyes. He looks intimidating enough that you will not dare to stare directly at his eyes but at the same time, it's his eyes that make you feel drawn to him. "Duke Saxon Versormer, thank you for accepting my request to talk to you." Tristan greeted him as he slightly bows. The duke, named Saxon, gave Tristan a small polite smile as he pointed at the chair in front of him.

“I just returned from Ducroft, giving my condolences to the new king on the death of his wife but here you are, still alive and well. You are also the pregnant wife of someone else apparently but I’m sure you have a reasonable explanation for that, don’t you?” “There are certain things you shouldn’t pry into, Duchess Everon but thank you for lending us your carriage into Polivia,” Natalia replied. “Who is that man? A personal knight? No, he looks like a beastman,” she guessed, her eyes burning with curiosity. “It’s rude to call a werewolf a beastman. He’s the only reason your carriage has not yet been attacked by bandits or wild animals. Be grateful.” “I shall apologize for my rudeness when

"Don't you start playing the feudal lord with me pal, you will lose any games on those lines, and besides, it's our bed!" Oh really? Jasper chuckled. "I am your feudal lord. Whether you say so or not, you're married to me. And as the eleventh duke, you, my sweet love, come under my protection." He waited for a minute and went to the door of the studio. He couldn't hear Ellie charging up the stairs. Was she even in the house? "Where are you love?"

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.