At the King's Pleasure (Epic Fantasy BDSM Romance) (4 page)

He flicked the flogger over my legs,
letting the straps wrap around my thighs and calves. Again the
contact was gentle and more a kiss than a sting as he had so aptly
described it. Then he did the same between my legs. I saw the
straps arcing up to hit my core and flinched. My stomach contracted
and I closed my eyes, holding my breath, waiting for the
pain.

All I felt was a soft pressure. He had
not used much force. The next several strikes were the same, no
pain, only pressure. My body relaxed and pleasure replaced fear.
Soon I began to moan with every hit. In the distance, I heard a
faint rumble of thunder.

“
The rain comes with you,
princess.” The next hit was harder, but in a good way. It fed the
desire burning in my belly. I had thought the flogger would only
deal in pain, but was relieved to know I was wrong.

More thunder boomed and lightning
flickered.

The Koti smacked me harder yet and I
found myself pushing down to meet the flogger, eager for its touch.
As my pleasure escalated so did the storm. Wetness seeped from my
core matching the downpour that opened above the castle. Water
streamed down the windows, sparkling like jewels from the
lightning.

I gave a harsh cry as my release washed
over me, both from the intensity of the sensations shuddering
through me and from the sudden sting of the flogger. The Koti had
timed the hardest hit with my climax and the pain ripped through me
in tandem with pleasure. At the same time, lightning boomed
overhead and reached into the courtyard below, sizzling into the
ground there.

The Koti put his warm hands on my ribs
and supported me as I brought my legs back under me. Then, he
reached up and untied me, massaging my aching shoulders and upper
arms.

Pulling me against his smooth chest, he
leaned down and captured my lips with his in a fierce kiss. I had
no choice but to open for him, as his tongue easily claimed my
mouth. He tasted of wine and the spices used to make our bridal
feast.

Still kissing me, he pinned my wrists
behind my back with one hand and nudged me toward the bed. “On your
hands and knees.”

I pushed myself up into position and
tried not to think of the view he had of my backside.

He stroked a hand down my spine and
between my legs. “You are ripe for me, princess.” To prove the
point, he wiggled a finger into me and I stopped breathing at the
invasion into my core. First one finger, then a second worked
inside me, pushing against my walls. “You’re wet as the rain.” He
laughed and withdrew his hand to smack my backside. I jumped with a
yelp at the contact. Instinct bid me to reach behind me and cover
my exposed flesh, but before I could move, he growled, “Stay in
position, princess.”

I went still, shivering as
he caressed both my rear cheeks with his hands. Something grazed my
core and I gasped when I realized what it must be. I closed my eyes
and sent a silent prayer to the Goddess.
Take my innocence, Mother, but keep my heart pure.

The Koti gripped my hips, his fingers
digging into my soft flesh. With one smooth movement, he thrust
inside me, tearing away the barrier of my virginity. I cried out,
hands gripping the bedcovers until my knuckles were
white.

He went still behind me and then his
strong, warm hands kneaded their way up my spine to my shoulders.
With a shove he said simply, “Down.”

The top half of my body sank into the
bed, the raw silk of the bedspread caressing my nipples. I turned
my head to the side so I could breathe and waited for what would
come next. I expected him to ride me like I was his horse, but
instead he wiggled a finger into my back entrance. My body resisted
him, but he was stronger and forced my flesh to yield to his
insistent command. I bit my bottom lip and held my breath, shocked
at his use of me.

“
I will take you here when
your belly is big with my son.” He shifted and slowly moved deeper
inside me. Impossibly, the length of his hardness and his finger
rub against each other inside me and I shivered. My eyes opened
wide as I understood that I liked the sensation.

With his finger still in my backside,
he pumped me with his hard shaft. There was a slight tinge of pain,
but the pleasure was bigger. It swelled up in me, taking over my
belly and my lungs until I could barely breathe. Now I gripped the
bed so I wouldn’t fly apart trying to hold it all in.

His other hand left my hip and reached
under to stroke my core. I gasped and reared back, pushing down on
his length.

“
Forward,” he said, his deep
voice vibrating over my skin. I obeyed, leaning forward until just
the tip of him was lodged within me. He continued to pluck at the
sensitive nub between my legs and then ordered, “Back.”

I pushed and accepted him into me. He
repeated the orders over and over and I pumped myself on his shaft
at the pace he dictated. All the while his fingers teased the
pleasure building up inside me. Soon I couldn’t even focus enough
to hear his voice or understand his words, all that mattered was
between my legs. Through the haze of passion, I was dimly aware
that the rain had intensified, drumming down with such ferocity
that it almost drowned out the thunder.

The Koti removed his finger from my
back entrance and gripped one of my hips, clamping down on my skin
until I moaned in pain. In response, he pinched the bud between my
legs. The sharp sensation caused me to buck, shrieking as ecstasy
overtook me. His other hand grabbed my opposite hip and he drove
into me at such a fast pace it was all I could do not to bounce off
the bed. My hands scrabbled to maintain their hold while my body
convulsed. A dazzling series of lightning strikes illuminated the
room, so bright it was close to the glare of the sun. With one
final thrust, he seemed to swell larger inside me and then he
grunted.

For a long moment after that, we
remained joined, but motionless, the storm whirling around us. With
a sigh, he collapsed on top of me, covering my smaller frame with
his larger one. I listened to the steady patter of rain, which had
decreased from its earlier crescendo, feeling oddly comforted by
the press of the Koti’s skin against mine.

When he rolled off me, I snuggled up
against him, not wanting to break contact. He wrapped his arm
around me and squeezed me close, patting my hip in approval. “You
did well, princess.”

“
Thank you, my Koti,” I said
and then I put a hand to my lips, shocked to realize my words had
been Daliki.

He chuckled at my surprise. “The tongue
stone has given you my words, yes?”

I fingered the jewel at my throat and
nodded in wonder.

The Koti traced the side of my body
with a finger. “Give yourself to me and we give water to the
world.”

“
Yes, my Koti.” I didn’t
resist when he pushed me on my back and spread my legs with the
nudge of a knee. He was already hard again and my hips lifted up,
reaching.

He smiled. “Let’s see how much more
rain there is to come.” And then he was inside me again. Leaning
down he captured my nipple in his mouth, tongue flicking across the
sensitive tip. I fisted my hands in his hair and pressed into him,
moaning with thoughtless abandon.

Outside, the wind howled and the rain
came down as the prophecy blessed Siana with water.

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Tony Riccio--construction engineer,
respected pillar of small town society and my pain-in-the-ass
alpha--sighed, leveling a hard gaze at me. Pitching his voice low
so as not to broadcast pack business to the entire diner, he said,
“The pack won’t tolerate this anymore, Miranda.”

I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head
to the side at his choice of words. Miranda, he had said. Not my
nickname, Randa. He must be really mad this time. It had been my
idea to stop for breakfast and now I was glad we were in a public
place.

He frowned at me and continued his
lecture, which had been going on for about a half hour. “You need
to stop. I can’t keep saving you from yourself like
this.”

I bowed my head to stare into my
coffee. Black and bitter, just the way I liked it. “It wasn’t my
fault, Tony.”

He snorted. “You’re in heat and you
walk into a biker bar expecting what? A tea party?”

I shrugged and nodded to the waitress
who came over to top off my coffee. “You need anything else,
darlin’?” She gave me a kind smile and Tony the stink
eye.

Unhappy at the interruption, Tony
growled low in his throat, the sound outside the range of her human
ears, but not mine. “We’re fine. Thanks.”

She moved on with a nod and the full
weight of Tony’s anger settled back on me. “No more excuses,
Miranda. I can’t keep picking you up at the police station like
this. Sooner or later you’ll be arrested, not taken into protective
custody.” He held up his hand, folding the thumb into his palm.
“There are four guys in the hospital this time. You’re inciting
violence. Hurting people.”

I grimaced because he had a point. I
would grant him that much. I had just wanted to go out and have
some fun without all the rules that governed my life. Rules Tony
made. But, of course, he was right--damn him for it--a female wolf
at her sexual peak really did have to watch herself. I had thought
wolves were dangerous, but now I knew humans could be just as
bad.

“
Worse, that biker gang at
the bar? You put one of theirs in the hospital with a brain bleed
and they are smart enough to recognize trouble when they see it.
You’re on their shit list. They are looking for you right now. If
you don’t stay out of their way, you’re going to drag us into a
bloody fight to defend you.”