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“Until death… do us… part?”
“Anything but that,” he whispered at last. “Anyone but you.”
“Lie down over my lap so we may begin with your atonement.”
“You cannot possibly expect me to settle on you as my bride without sampling that willingness you mentioned.”
Too much awkwardness. Too much wondering what he was thinking, finding me like this, draped over Malyr’s lap with my asshole winking at him in greeting.
I laughed way too long for this line. 🤣
“By all means, don’t let my presence distract you.”
Even through the pain—severe enough I worked up a sweat—this didn’t feel like atonement. This felt like attention. Ardent, undivided attention.
“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re going to be so good for us. And what do good girls get?” In one quick move, he rose, plucked me from Malyr’s lap, and draped me over his arms. “They get rewarded.”
“No matter how much I hate you, my shadows hate you more. Fight them, and they’ll kill you. It’s not a threat; it’s a warning.”
“There we go. That’s what my little dove needs, no matter how much she wants to deny it.”
“That’s it, sweetheart, come against my mouth,” Sebian groaned. “I want her to make a fucking mess of my face, Malyr. Get her there.”
“Given how you took her maidenhead, it’s only fair that I get what’s left of it. I want her.”
“Little white dove, you assured me you would be mine to do with as I please, remember? Mine to break. Mine to hurt. Mine to torment. And mine to share.”
“You’re going to take him, little dove, do you hear me?” Malyr commanded. “You’re going to take every inch of Sebian’s cock, or I swear, I’ll grab you, turn you around, and fuck into you with not even a fraction of his care, ripping a whole bunch of new sounds from those pretty lips of yours. I’ll make you fucking sing.”
“Push it out,” he said. “I want to see his cum dripping from you. Want to see how he used you.”
“I wasn’t referring to these scars.”
“Help her move into the chambers across from mine. It allows for more… discretion. I want you to keep an eye on her at all times, or in short, I’m charging you with the protection of my betrothed.”
He cut through my body, past my decaying mind, and straight into my soul. And I felt it crack. Sensed it shatter into a million pieces, filthy and corrupted, never to be whole again.
“Remove your touch this instant,” Malyr growled low, his posture stiff, his death gaze locked on Darien’s hand. “Or you will have to finish this gown one-handed.”
Until I turned, sensing all heat dissipate from my cheeks at the sight of Malyr. He leaned with his shoulder against a stone column wearing a fine tunic, looking all sorts of wrong. Because he was smiling.
But this wedding? It will mark the beginning of a new era, a better era. There is power in this union. House Khysal and Brisden united in deed, Raven and human united in love.”
Why was I getting the feeling that, perhaps, I hadn’t secured my future, but my death?
“Why would I? It’s much warmer between your wife’s legs,”
“Court the pale-haired thing!”
“Yes, court her!” Sebian chuckled—his sides freshly-shorn for the occasion, the rest of his hair loosely tied together—and gave me a wink. “Or I might just do it.”
“Come to me, little white dove.”
“Yeh ash valtem skalde ya.”
“I will forever treasure you,”
“This must be the first time your innocence pleases me.”
“If I ever find out who dared to court you, little dove, I shall cut off his balls and feed them to my ravens. And you will watch.”
“Yeh ash valtem sorg fer’ya.” Lips brushed against the shell of my ear. “I will forever care for you.”
“Yeh ash valtem haron fer’ya. I will forever provide for you.”
“As a boy,” he said. “My mother taught it to me. We’ll never know, she used to say, when we might find ourselves dancing with humans again. And so, she had me practice many a night.”
And then I saw it. The prince beneath the shadows.
“You are my betrothed, my wife before long, the future queen of Dranada and Vhaerya. Before the eyes of the kingdom, I will forever show you the honor and respect that is due.”
“But make no mistake, little white dove… I have every intention of being my cruel, cold-hearted self with you in the privacy of our chambers.”
“Do you think you will ever grow weary of it…? Of hating me?”
“My hate for you was placed into my cradle along with my name. As weary as we might grow of our names, they will follow us into the grave, will they not?”
“A Khysal and a Brisden,” I murmured. “A union forever thwarted by a malign star.”
“Fated only to end in emotional tragedy.” His fingers stalled in my hair, and I only now noticed the slight tremble they carried. “As it should. As it ought to. Anything other than that, Galantia, would be too great a betrayal to my family, no matter my personal… affliction.”
“Yeh ash valtem flig ak’ya,”
“I will forever fly with you.”
“There I was, courting you, speaking promises in our old tongue, not knowing if I am about to avenge my family or betray the last of them, only for you to abandon me at our kjaer. In front of the entire assembled damn court, I might add!” He’d shouted that. “Including whoever dared to court… what… is… mine.”
“What Malyr is trying to say, sweetheart, is that you weren’t being a good girl for us just now.” Warmth blanketed my back as Sebian stepped closer, sending a shudder along my limbs. “And what do bad girls get?”
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“How about you be a good girl now and come against his mouth, hmm? Let him have a taste of your delicious honey?”
“I won’t let him hurt you, sweetheart. At least not too much.”
“Fight it, little dove.” Malyr pressed his crown against my darkest hole, his whisper hot against the side of my head. “Isn’t that what you asked for? For me to hurt you? To show you my worst?” He pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock past the searing, stinging muscle and into me to the sound of his drawn-out groan. “Little white dove, you wouldn’t survive my worst.”
“There we go. Sing for me, pretty bird.”
“This is what you’re going to do.” Another gentle caress of his fingers before he whispered, “You’re going to shut that fucking provocative mouth of yours and take Malyr’s cock up your ass like a good girl, or I swear I’m going to stuff it with my cock.”
