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“I want you to help Bryony prepare food for the villagers after the soldiers leave. There’s never a visit where something doesn’t happen.”
Smiling, Amara jumped up from her seat and rushed to the door. Pausing at the doorway, she quickly turned around, giving Kieran a half-hearted bow before running out of the room. Kieran shook his head, a soft laugh escaping him. He didn’t say it, but I knew Amara reminded him of his younger sister, Elaine. Sadness wormed its way through me as I watched the door, remembering the last time we saw Elaine standing bya gnarled tree, her long black hair fluttering from a light breeze. Clearing my throat, I pushed away the memories, focusing on the maps in front of me.
As Amara left the room, Kieran straightened, shifting back into the mask of a leader. “After our talk yesterday, I sent a few of my group out to search for answers regarding Sybil’s abnormal blood cells. We should hear back from them soon, though I don’t know if it will be before her visit to Lowbrook.” Kieran looked down, reluctant to say what we both knew. “I believe we should prepare for a worst-case scenario with her getting closer to that bastard.”
Nodding, I looked back to the door, my shoulders dipping as I exhaled. “She wasn’t supposed to be here, Kieran,” I said softly, finally letting the regret I felt show. “She was supposed to live her life with the rest of the humans. Supposed to have kids, grow old. She wasn’t supposed to be put in this type of danger.”
“I mean, she can still do the kids thing and potentially grow old, though it will take a little longer now,” Kieran teased, his tone light.
Giving him a sharp glare, I watched as Kieran laughed softly and apologized. “Look, I may not know her like you do, but she will be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”
The softness of his tone clashed with the severity of his features. His crimson eyes gleamed with a promise that death would come to anyone that got in our way. I let out a weak laugh before running my hand through my hair, composing myself.
“I’ll hold you to that,” I murmured.
Kieran answered with an arrogant smirk before we spent the rest of our night planning out our next move.
Chapter 21
Ambrose
My eyes flicked to Samian, watching him leave before returning to the female in front of me, annoyance flooding my veins. He was becoming a stain that would not disappear no matter how hard I sought to remove him. Taking a deep breath, I angled my head, sliding my gaze along every part of the female’s body as she shifted, showing off every curve, her eyes hungry for attention. She was one of Arianna’s inbred followers, always wanting everything that Arianna had, though never daring to cross her for it. If I remembered correctly, her name was Ciera. Or Cyra? Or maybe it was Cressa, though it didn’t really matter to me.
Ciera’s face flushed into a beautiful pink as I gave her a wicked smile, gesturing for her to come closer. Giggling, she quickly made her way to me, forgetting all about the angry outburst she had just witnessed. Stupid girl, this Cyra. It was a wonder that Arianna put up with her all these years.
Deciding to stick with Cyra, I slowly took her in from head to toe. Her muted auburn hair was styled so that half of herlong hair cascaded down her back, gently curling at the end—a not-so-subtle attempt at mirroring Arianna’s style. The other half was braided and pinned, forming a crown. Her olive eyes gleamed at my perusal as she shifted ever so slightly, the low-cut of her dress leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breasts weren’t as full as I liked, but that wasn’t my focus for tonight.
My tryst with Sybil left my cock so hard and stiff that even my clash with Samian didn’t douse the heat she had ignited within me. I didn’t expect it—the pleasure I felt when I wrangled those soft moans from her lips. I could just imagine that pretty mouth of hers wrapped around me as I slammed into the back of her throat. My cock twitched that the thought. Oh, how I looked forward to morelessonswith her.
Cutting my gaze back to Cyra’s wide, innocent eyes, my smile sharpened, and I pushed my magic into her, making her breath hitch at the desire that threaded through her. Stepping close to her, I ran a finger across her chest, moving her hair behind her. Cyra quietly moaned, arching her back at my touch. I pushed more magic into her and her breath quickened as I hummed my approval. It was all too easy—taking hold of her emotions, twisting them to my needs.
I walked her backward out of the study, and she gasped when her back hit the wooden shelves. Stuck between me and the bookcase, I pressed my cock into her stomach, letting her feel its hard length. She giggled again, but that laugh soon turned into a whimper when I ground against her. Bracing herself on her toes, Cyra leaned forward, attempting a kiss, but I wasn’t going to allow that to happen.
Roughly grabbing her by her hair, I pulled her head back, making her hiss in pain. Her hands tightly gripped my shirt, and I tutted in a reprimanding tone. “None of that, sweet girl,” I murmured.
Tonight was not for affection or fondness, at least not with her. No, this dalliance was to stop the ache that was consuming me.
Quickly spinning her around, I pushed Cyra against the bookcase, letting her hands settle on the shelf. Books fell to the floor as I undid my pants, groaning in relief as my cock sprang free. Leaning over, Cyra gasped as I grabbed the edge of her tight, silky dress, ripping it so that I could spread her legs further apart. I laughed, low and deep, when I breathed in the lust that dripped from her. She liked the roughness. Probably dreamed about it.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I fisted myself before grasping onto Cyra’s hip, dragging the tip along her pussy, reveling in the feel of her slickness. Wasting no time, Cyra cried out as I seated myself in one quick thrust, only pausing for a moment to let her adjust to the fullness. I moaned at the silky warmth that clenched tightly around me.
Still holding her hip against me, I twisted her hair around my other hand, pulling it, forcing her back to arch. Cyra moaned at the new angle, and I slowly pulled out to my tip, letting her squirm beneath me before roughly thrusting back into her. This time, I did not pause. Setting a brutal pace, I pumped into her as she cried, wailed, and moaned. Her voice echoed through the library. Pushing my magic into her, I amplified that pleasure, making her so sensitive that goosebumps pebbled along her skin as she pushed back into me, meeting my every move.
Thrusting deeper and faster, movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention. Without stopping—not even slowing—I looked at the feminine figure standing in the hall. Arianna stood there as still as a statue, horror and grief paling her beautiful face. The sight of it loosened a wild, primal urgein me. My eyes darkened as I pumped in and out, my balls tightening, my breathing becoming rough and unsteady. Holding her stare, I saw tears begin to fall down that elegant face as Cyra’s cries and moans grew louder and more fervent. Just the sight of Arianna so crestfallen seemed to electrify me, my blood heating, making my movements feral.
Cyra screamed out, her cunt clenching my cock as she came. I pulled her against me, going deeper when pleasure erupted from me. Yelling out, I closed my eyes, finally breaking eye contact with Arianna while I rode out wave after wave of pleasure. Spilling the last of my seed, I slowly pulled out, grabbing Cyra’s torn dress to clean myself.
“Youbitch,” Arianna roared, her face a teary mess.
Gasping, Cyra whipped her head around to Arianna, her face paling when she saw Arianna standing there, seething. A crimson glow began to snake along Arianna’s veins as she fought to keep her flame under control.
“I think you’d better run along, sweetheart,” I whispered, a hint of amusement coloring my tone as I fixed myself.
Looking up at me like a frightened little doe, Cyra grabbed the torn part of her dress, quickly departing, giving Arianna a wide berth as she went, leaving Arianna and me alone in the library.
A quiet laugh rumbled through me when I looked back at Arianna, and I casually made my way to her. That crimson glow still made its way down her arms and into her hands. Stopping in front of her, I twisted my lips up in a casual, lazy smirk.
Arianna trembled, her eyes blazing with rage and heartbreak. The sight was so resplendent. Raising her hand, she swiftly brought it down, striking my face. My cheek burned and my amusement instantly morphed into something more dangerous.
