Chapter 56

Chapter

Fifty-Six

ALYX

W e ride for two days, barely taking any breaks, but the next night, we have to rest. Tundra Pass is a hard, rocky journey, and we spent most of our time walking around fallen rocks and abandoned carts, not to mention fighting bandits. It slowed us down, and I know Orion wants to push on, but our horses need sleep and so do we, so he eventually gives in when the moon is high in the sky.

We find the most concealed place we can. We are surrounded by trees, about a few hours’ ride from Tundra Province. The moon is bright here, and we work silently together to lay down bed rolls, and then I build a fire while he catches something to cook. We work swiftly and well together, depending on each other.

I let Orion cook the meat as I clean my blades and get us water, then we eat in companionable silence.

The fire sits between us, throwing the shadows across the handsome planes of his face. Even now, he’s in his armour, his eyes sharp as he rips into the grilled meat.

“Are you ever going to fuck me?” I ask suddenly.

He chokes, coughing on the meat as his gaze swings to me. “What? I don’t—I . . . What?” he sputters, his eyes darting everywhere as I smirk.

Putting down my wooden skewer, I lay my arm across my knees. “It was a simple question. I’m just curious. You watch me like you wonder how quickly you could undress me, and you kissed me. You want me. I know it and you know it. Everyone knows it. So when are you planning on doing something about it?”

He stares at me, his mouth opening and closing for a moment before he recovers. “I have my duty.” It’s a lame excuse and he knows it, but I know Orion well by now. He puts everyone before him. If left alone, he wouldn’t even sleep or eat for fear of leaving his station. No, he needs someone to push him, and it just so happens I enjoy it.

Besides, I’ve been dreaming about having this big guy between my thighs, begging for me. I’m betting it would be hard and fast, and I want it.

I want him.

“Duty.” I roll my eyes and climb to my feet, then I head around the fire and sling my leg over his lap so I’m perched above him. His eyes widen as my hands hit the metal breastplate covering his skin. “There is no duty right here, right now,” I murmur as I lean in, my lips lingering above his. “Your king is not here. I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“Alyx.” My name is a plea, desire warring with his morals.

Smirking, I rub my lips across his and then over his stubbled cheek to his ear. “I’m your best friend’s wife-to-be.” He jerks, his body stiff. “I’m an assassin, a killer. You shouldn’t want me. Does that about cover it?” I bite his ear until he jerks, and then I lick away the sting. “Now stop listing the reasons why not.” Leaning back, I slide my hand down his armour and press against his hard cock, watching as he swallows. “You want me; I want you. Nothing else matters.”

“It does,” he protests, but his voice is hoarse.

“No, it doesn’t. Think about yourself for once, Orion. What do you want? Tell me right now that you don’t want me and I’ll leave you in peace.” He stares, and I wait. “Well? Tell me.”

“I want you,” he admits.

“Good boy.” Grabbing my blouse, I slide it up and off, leaving me bare to his hungry gaze. “Then what will you do about it?”

He freezes for a moment, only his eyes moving over my chest. When he meets my gaze, I see he is consumed with desire. The heat in his eyes makes me shiver, and I know I’ve broken Orion’s careful control.

I gasp as he rolls us and his thick fingers rip at the laces of my trousers, yanking them free before he shoves his hand inside them. His fingers slide across my slick pussy and thrust into me so suddenly, my back arches as I cry out. He swallows the sound, his lips pressed to mine. I love it, and I want more.

“Tell me you want me,” he demands gruffly.

My head hits the grass as I meet his dark eyes, his broad back blocking out all the moon’s rays. I slid my hands down his back, wishing it were skin. “I want you,” I admit without shame, licking his lips. “Can’t you feel?” I clench my pussy around his invading fingers, knowing I’m ridiculously wet.

We killed bandits together today, and that always makes me horny, but it’s not just desire—it’s desire for him.

I want Orion. I have since the moment I saw him.

His fingers curl inside me, demanding my pleasure. My eyes nearly cross, and when he starts to fuck me with them, I moan. He lowers his head, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue licks at the seams of my lips before he bites down, seeking entrance. I gladly give it, our tongues tangling for dominance even as I open my legs wider, giving him better access.

Humming into my mouth, he slides a third finger inside me, so thick and wide it starts to hurt, but I tilt my hips eagerly for more. Tearing from my mouth, he slides his head down, dragging his tongue down my throat. I groan as he slides lower still, across my collarbone and chest, and circles my nipple. I grab onto his neck, tugging him closer.

“Orion,” I murmur, but before I can get any more words out, his mouth seals around my nipple. I cry out, clenching around him.

Such intense pleasure fills me, I almost arch from the ground. Pain mixes with desire as he pulls back, chuckling darkly before he turns his head and does the same to my other nipple.

He lifts his head, watching me pant and writhe below him. “Look at these pretty marks. I might not be able to mark you where the kingdom can see, but I can mark you where they can’t so we know you’re mine, even for a night.” His voice is dark and deadly, and I swear I see stars. Glancing down, I see his teeth marks and swallow, clenching down his fingers. “You like it, don’t you, assassin? Like me hurting you? Like me marking you?” His eyes flit across the scars covering my body. “Did it make you wet when you got these?”

My eyes narrow, and he smirks, twisting his fingers inside me until it hurts. “Answer me, assassin.”

“You want my secrets?” I ask breathlessly. “You have to pay.”

“Tell me and I’ll make you come,” he orders, then he bites down on my breast until I feel blood. The sharp pain makes me grip his fingers tighter, betraying me, and he grins. “You did, didn’t you? An assassin who likes getting hurt.”

“Yes,” I admit. It’s something I’ve never told another. “I like it when I get hurt. A fight or fucking, it doesn’t matter. It makes me wet.”

“So what you’re telling me, Alyx,” he murmurs as he leans down and sucks on my nipple, “is that I can hurt you as much as I want while I fuck you.” Sliding his mouth back up to mine, he lays a soft kiss on my lips before whispering, “Good because I’m big, so it’s going to hurt. It’s going to rip you, and you’re going to take all of it anyway, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I beg, rubbing my breasts against the cool metal of his armour.

“Good girl,” he praises, flipping my words from earlier. “Don’t forget that when you’re crying later while I fuck you.”

“Pay the price,” I demand, “for my secret.”

“Gladly.” He turns my head and digs his teeth into my neck, pinning me like a wild animal as his thumb presses to my clit while he fucks me with his fingers. His teeth dig deeper, and I fly over the edge, screaming into the forest as pleasure explodes through my body.

He doesn’t relent, forcing his fingers deeper, fucking me through it until I slump, my eyes shut from the afterglow.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you? That was just payment for your secret.” My eyes open wide as he grins down at me. It’s an evil smile and so out of place on his face, but fuck if it doesn’t make my heart skip a beat.

“You wanted the beast, assassin,” he warns, and I yelp as he flips me.

My face presses to the grass as he shoves my breeches down and off, leaving me naked while he’s in his armour. “I did. I do. That’s it.” I push back. “Fuck me. Don’t hold back, I can take it. I can take anything you give me. I won’t break.”

He smacks my ass, making me cry out even as I push back for more. My head hangs forward when his hand slides lower, across the mess on my thighs, and pets my pussy. “You’re wet. It won’t be enough, but I don’t care.” He forces his fingers inside me for a moment before pulling away, and I look over my shoulder, watching as he yanks down the laces on his trousers and pulls out his cock.

My eyes widen as I stare at him. Smirking, he runs his wet hand across his length. He warned me, but fuck, I didn’t expect that. He’s big everywhere, but there is no way that will fit inside me.

Not a chance.

He’s so thick and long, it will rip me apart.

I try to scramble away, but he wraps a hand around my throat, pinning me in place as I kick. The strength in that one hand is so astounding, it makes me embarrassingly hot.

I feel him press to my entrance and try to escape, but he doesn’t let me, instead pushing into me. He forces me to take him. It hurts so fucking much, I fight his grasp. It’s like a red-hot branding iron is sliding deeper inside me as he forces his length into me with one hard thrust, obviously tired of waiting.

“Orion!” I scream, trying to pull away. “Please, please.” Tears squeeze from my eyes.

“No,” he snarls, dragging me back and impaling me deeper onto his cock. “You taunted the beast, now you get this. You wanted me, so take it all like you said. Let it hurt. Feel it.”

I breathe through it, trying to embrace the sharp pain, and as he starts to move, it turns to a burning pain and pleasure, leaving me dripping and reluctantly rocking back onto his length.

“Good girl, that’s it. Look at you taking all of me. Fuck, it’s such a pretty sight, seeing you stretched around me like this, your pussy pink and raw for me.” His dirty words go through me, making my clit throb as I clench on him, only enhancing the pain.

The pain makes me dizzy, makes me hotter, nearly makes me come.

He stops holding back and slams into my cunt in a hard, brutal thrust. The agony cascades through my body, and it gets me off.

I come with an embarrassing whine, even as it hurts so much my head goes dizzy, but he doesn’t stop pummelling into me from behind, our skin slapping together loudly even over the pop of the flames.

He ruts me like the beast he called himself. His hand slides from my neck, wrapping around my hair and yanking my head back. His mouth meets my ear as he drives into me from behind. “Imagine what they would see if they caught the king’s dog rutting their precious queen-to-be.”

My heart pounds in my chest so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it, my moans falling from my lips even as I push back to take more of him. “I bet you’ve imagined fucking me in one of those dresses on the steps to the throne.”

“More than once,” he growls, biting the back of my neck again, “even as they watched me, horrified. It’s all I could think about, ripping up those frilly fucking dresses and showing them the monster that lives inside you that loves me claiming you like that.”

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, clenching on his length, imagining just that.

He chuckles in my ear as he slides his tongue through his bite. “Let’s see how far I can push you.”

He turns us, pressing my face so close to the fire it almost burns. The threat is there, the adrenaline making me gush around him, which is exactly why he did it. He’s using my secret against me, and I can’t even be mad.

“Look at you.” His cock twitches inside me as he hammers into me from behind. I take it, pushing back for more. I take everything he gives me, letting him know I wasn’t lying. He can’t break me.

I watch the flames as he fucks me, wishing they were licking across my skin, wanting to feel their burn like his hands sliding across me.

“I want to see you come. I want to feel you come on my cock, make me come. Let me watch it spill from this pretty little cunt.”

“Make me,” I demand, glancing back at him with my signature grin. “Make me come.”

His head lowers, his nostrils flaring as he kneels behind me like a warrior claiming his prize in battle, and I love it. One hand slides down my spine and over my ass, circling my hole, and then it moves through my cunt, and he pinches my clit between his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure as he fucks me.

My brain short-circuits and I come with a scream, gushing around his length. He fights my fluttering cunt until he grunts, slams deep inside me, and bellows his release to the wilds surrounding us.

The flames flicker as I fall forward, but he doesn’t release me, even as I shake and shiver from my release. He slowly pulls his length free, making me moan, and I feel his cum dripping from me. With two thick fingers, he pushes it back inside me.

“I’m going to stain this royal cunt,” he warns, shoving it deeper. I love his rough, filthy treatment. I hope he doesn’t close back up after this, but I know I can push him over the edge, and I can’t wait to do it again.

He surprises me, however, when he quickly strips from his armour and wraps me in his arms, laying us on one of the bed rolls. My whole lower half aches in the best way and I’m sticky, but I don’t move. I snuggle closer, stroking his exposed skin.

We lie like that for a while, until our heartbeats have slowed and we have recovered enough to speak.

Sliding my fingers across the brutal scar on his arm, I rest my head on his wide chest. “What is this scar from?”

He glances down, his eyes smouldering as he watches me trace his skin. “A sword meant for the king. He was sixteen at the time.”

“This one?” I ask, sliding higher to a puckered scar.

“A horse kicked. I took the blow.”

“This one?”

He grins. “A fire started in the kitchen after Joha tried to cook.” His hand slides down my bare side, making me shiver despite the fire roaring close by. “What is this scar from?” he asks, and I look down to see the one he is tracing.

“Ah, one of my first hunts. I was too cocky. He was a loan shark preying on women. He stabbed me with a fire poker. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but it was a good lesson.” I smirk.

He rubs it before leaning down and kissing it, rolling me to my back as his tongue darts out to trace a flat one across my hip. “This one?”

I bite my lip before I speak. “Crux was teaching me to fight with blades, and I was too slow.” He smirks before kissing it and moving down, stopping on one just above my pelvis.

“This one?”

“Chain,” I admit breathlessly.

He kisses it better, sliding lower until his mouth hovers over my pussy. “Hmm, is this as sore as those scars? Shall I kiss it better?”

“Gods yes,” I reply, gripping his shoulders as I throw my leg over one, urging him on. He doesn’t reply, but his mouth seals over my aching cunt.

My cries fill the mountain air, and I know we won’t be getting rest tonight.

That’s fine by me.