by Zoey Ellis
“I’m not playing any game!”
“Then more fool you,” Malloron said, harshly. “Because you could have played it to get whatever you wanted.” He breathed heavily, his eyes wild. “I used it to get you and this changes nothing. Now, undress.”
Amara’s mouth would have dropped open if she wasn’t so outraged. She marched past him toward the door. Before she could reach it, a sheen of magic coated the entire room. She stopped abruptly.
“Have you forgotten that I am the one in control here?” Malloron said, his voice dangerously low.
She turned to face him. “So? Fuck me, kill me, tear me to shreds. I don’t give a shit what you do to me.”
“I know.” Malloron marched up to her until he loomed over her. “But do you think your friends feel the same way about their lives? Do you think they will not speak if I questioned them? I could have them dragged out of their beds right now and taken straight to my most… let’s say, creative pleasure chamber. Do you think they will continue to resist as well as you once the night is over? Once every one of their holes has been battered and ripped and forced open wider than is natural? I have a client who is particularly fond of ears. Many slaves that see him turn deaf after one night. Do your Omegas have the strength to survive that? Would the one from Eridemont be happy to endure that because of your behavior here? Or the thin, redhead with the constant worried expression?”
Amara’s heart sank.
Malloron’s eyes were hard and dark. “Now, un-fucking-dress.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MALLORON
Amara glared at him, causing the same feelings of desire as always, but this time he was truly fucking angry.
Her indignant, righteous attitude had no place in the Western Lands and demonstrated just how naive she was. She seemed to think that imprisonment was unreasonable, when in fact it was kind. Thank fuck he found her first instead of another ruler—she wouldn’t have survived. Further, her misplaced anger caused her to be completely disobedient and disrespectful. How dare she make demands the way she had. It was unacceptable and highly unsatisfactory.
"I said undress," he said through gritted teeth.
"I'm never giving you my body again," Amara snarled.
"Yes, you will," Malloron warned. "You’re probably wet right now. But let's pretend you won't. I am still within my rights to make use of your body. So let's make use of it."
“I said it’s not happening.” Amara scowled at him. "It’s never happening again."
Malloron muttered the spell under his breath to wrap magic around her whole body and lift her off the floor. He disabled the barrier that coated the room, and stormed out with Amara drifting behind him. He navigated across the castle and down into his most popular pleasure chamber. This Omega did not really understand how great she had had it. She did not realize that he had been looking after her, taking care of her, and ensuring that she thrived even though she was in an uncomfortable situation. She did not realize he was doing the same for her Omega friends, even though they may not be in the same quality of condition that she had been in. Maybe if she experienced being in the pleasure chamber amongst the restrained, she would be more appreciative. It was the only punishment left for her now.
He stalked into the pleasure chamber, Amara drifting along behind him.
"King Malloron," one of the Beta’s who assisted Banon exclaimed in delight. "It is good to see you here."
Malloron released the magic around Amara and she dropped to the floor, staggering to keep her balance.
"Take her to a bench in a private room," Malloron barked at the assistant, as he pushed Amara hard in his direction. "Restrain her on it."
"You bought us a new toy," Banon commented as he approached Malloron. “A ripe one at that.”
Malloron snarled at him, and the Alpha stepped back slightly, surprised. "When I want your commentary," Malloron snapped, "I will fucking ask for it."
Banon frowned as he observed Malloron carefully. "Of course, Your Majesty. My apologies."
Although he knew Banon had tried to appease him, it did not work. He was even more agitated by the Alpha’s presence. "What do you want?"
"The duke you sent for a free sample was here. He isn't happy with any of the offerings, he wants to speak to you."
Malloron cursed. "The man is too fucking picky," he muttered. "The next time he comes tell him it’s the available choices or nothing at all."
Banon nodded.
Malloron peered into the available private rooms to see where Amara had been taken to and found her. She had been strapped to an apparatus; her arms outstretched and bound, her body upright and slightly leaning back, her legs tied so that her calves pressed against her thighs and her knees spread as wide as they could. She was locked in, so she couldn’t move the gag at her mouth keeping her silent. Her clothes remained on but as he watched, he was shocked to see the man starting to touch her. He ran his hand down her neck while undoing his pants with the other.
Everything seemed to blur. Malloron didn't even know when he approached, all he knew was that he was suddenly grabbing the man's hand from Amara skin just as he was about to reach her breast. "Did I tell you you could touch her?"
The assistant's eyes widened to frightening proportions. "No, Your Majesty. It's just that we normally—"
"I don't give a fuck what happens normally," Malloron bellowed, his anger raging through every inch of his body. He squeezed the man's hand tighter and tighter in his own, until the assistant dropped to one knee, his face contorted in pain. "I did not give you permission to touch what I own. I did not say tied her up and have your fill. If you cannot do your job, then you don't deserve it." As he spoke he found himself even more infuriated at what could have happened if he hadn’t arrived in time. It was only when he felt the man’s bones crunch and break under the pressure of his grip that Malloron's anger abated.
He released him and the assistant bent over cradling his hand and sobbing.
"Never touch her again."
The man nodded and whimpered as he backed away out of the room.
Malloron turned to Amara, her blue eyes wide on him as he stepped closer. It was a delicious position for her to be in, her snowy skin bound by the black restraints. He viciously tore off her clothes to see her in her full glory and was pleased to see the glistening between her legs. He reached down and ran his fingers over her wetness. "That violence turned you on, chameleon," he said, his voice a rumble.
For once she did not deny anything, she simply watched him, her scent blooming lazily into the air.
He placed his hands on the inside of her thighs, rubbing in circles. "No matter what your mouth says," Malloron said, "your body does not lie. You loved the violence, and the display of Alpha dominance. You cannot deny it, look how wet you are." He trailed his fingers down and gently pinched her slippery clit.
The muscles in her thighs tensed but she made no sound.
“You might say you won’t fuck me again, but your body cannot get enough of me. It is ready and waiting.” He leaned forward. “Tell me you want it.”
Her beautiful blue eyes hardened and he chuckled. He began to undress. “You underestimate the power of the attraction between an Alpha and his Omega, chameleon.”
She shook her head violently, mumbling into her gag.
“Oh, yes you are,” Malloron said, guessing what she was trying to say. “You became my Omega from the moment you dared hold my gaze in that healing room. You are just catching up to that fact. Now, tell me you want it.”
She didn’t respond.
He fondled her breasts roughly and pinched her nipples. “Tell me.”
When she didn’t respond again, he ran his hands over her body and then began to kiss and lick her everywhere, but avoiding her breasts and pussy. By the time his mouth arrived at her ankle, slick was dripping to the floor and the scent of her was driving him almost crazy. His cock was harder than it had ever been and he longed to dive into her.
“Tell me,” he growled.
She whimpered, her eyes pleading as she shook her head.
He slipped a finger in her, twisting it in and out. “We can do this all night,” he said casually, although he knew that wasn’t true. There was no way he could resist her all night. Not like this.
She moaned, her toes clenching and her legs stiffening. He began rubbing her clit with his thumb.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
She began to breathe quicker, and he could tell from her clenching muscles that her orgasm was approaching. As she tried to move her hips, he withdrew his finger and sucked it clean. Then, he positioned himself between her outstretched legs and rubbed his cock along her entrance. “Tell me,” he murmured.
She writhed her hips on his tip and whimpered again, before dropping her head, mumbling something into her gag.
He reached up and released her gag.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.”
A shot of pleasure burst through him and straight through his cock at the sound of her pleading, but it still wasn’t enough. “Please, what?”
She lifted just her eyes, her head still down, and he was pleased to see they were still full of fire. That was what he fucking lived for—that drive and passion and heat. “Lisara, Helenka, Zanya,” she murmured, “Kekia, Vanna, Pameli...”
For a moment, he was confused, and then he realized she was reciting the names of her Omega friends.
He stilled in shock. She was saying their names when her sole focus should be on him?
Disbelief and anger engulfed him to such a degree, he was incapable of intelligent speech. He roared with all his might at her utter disrespect and he could no longer hold back.
He plunged into her and was fucking her before she could even react. She cried out, her tight pussy spasming around him as she clenched, the abundance of her slick and the position of her hips made him howl. So fucking good! The bench she was strapped to allowed him to see her whole body as he took her. He ran his hands over her stomach and up to her pert breasts relishing in every inch of her around him, enjoying finally seeing her body before him. Why hadn't he taken her like this before? He ran his hands over her chest, still annoyed another man had touched her there. But as he sunk deeper into her, all of his thoughts and concerns shifted into the distance… until he heard her still reciting those fucking names between breaths.
He began to fuck her even more intently, playing with every part of her body he knew she liked, gripping her hair hard to cause the pain he knew she loved. He worked in and out of her until she convulsed and screamed, until her toes curled tight and her eyes rolled back, until sweat dripped from every part of her, until she was licking his neck and rolling her hips on his cock, and until she was mumbling only his name.
***
The tenebris bounded wildly within Malloron’s body, matching his irritation. It had been three nights in the private room in the chambers and Amara was only just now showing signs of true submission. But he remained dissatisfied. This was not how things were supposed to go. He completely underestimated her defiance, her need for reassurance about her friends, her lack of understanding about the Western Lands. She had now pitted herself against him in every way and he found himself both annoyed and disturbed by it.
The dark moon would be present tonight and she would no longer be willing for him to execute his plan. She would certainly not consider being his queen, but that was something he would be prepared to live with if his plan was carried out.
He carefully unstrapped Amara from the bench to take her for her bath. He no longer allowed anyone else to be near her and did everything she needed himself. It had been foolish of him to have entered the chambers as though she was just another restrained when she was in fact his true queen, but he did not regret breaking the assistant’s hand. He covered her up before lifting her and cradling her in his arms. She snuggled into his chest, pressing her nose into his neck. He loved when she did that.
As he turned to head to the washroom exit at the back of the room, he saw Emric waiting by the entrance door. He looked anxious and that was unusual.
Malloron exited slowly, enveloping his Omega with his arms as much as possible so she couldn’t be seen. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed until further notice?”
“My apologies, Your Majesty,” Emric said hurriedly. “This could not wait.”
“Speak.”
“Talent-crafters in Norryth have set up some kind of magical site a few miles from the Eiros border.”
“So?”
“They have somehow woven a powerful magical structure that has penetrated Eiros, Your Majesty,” Emric hesitated, swallowing. “It is being reported that it is breaking down the prevention spell.”
“Send our Talent-crafters to stop them,” Malloron instructed. “They must tear down the structure. I will do what I can from here. I cannot leave her.”
“Of course.” Emric wrung his hands. “One more thing, Your Majesty. Our visitor from the Southern Lands is arriving at the port.”
Malloron cursed. He would have to be arriving at the worst possible time. “Greet him and take him the long way around to avoid the attack,” he instructed. “Show him some of the best of Eiros before coming to the castle. Take some Talent-crafters with you.”
“Most of them will be dealing with the breach.”
“Then take a good number of the guards—we need to look impressive to our guest.” He thought for a moment. “And take Banon.”
Emric’s eyes widened. “Banon?”
“Yes. He will make sure you’re not in danger.”
Emric spluttered in surprise and then composed himself. “I cannot work effectively if Banon is with me, Your Majesty.”
“You can if you try. Just let him know he is not to interfere with your work.” With that Malloron headed to the washroom.
Amara remained limp and docile during her bath. As Malloron washed her, he watched her closely, hoping that this was not going to be her permanent state. Her eyes were glassy and mellow, her face blank. She was still beautiful, but seemed empty. He exhaled a breath in frustration.
She turned her head to him. “You don’t have to stay with me,” she murmured, not looking at him directly. “Go and tend to your kingdom.”
Malloron’s heart jumped into a quick rhythm. “My kingdom can survive a few short-sighted attempts to damage it. It is stronger than that.”
“Yes, you have worked hard for it to be.” She was silent for a long moment and then looked him directly in the eyes. “Why did you make the agreement with me? Was it really just for sex?”
“No.”
When he didn’t elaborate, she turned away, taking those eyes away from him.
“I needed you to stay with me until tonight.”
She turned back to him. “Why?”
“There is something I need to do with you, something I can only do with an Omega.”
She nodded slowly. “Will I die?”
“Absolutely not.” He almost growled at the idea.
“Will it hurt?”
“No. It shouldn’t.”
“Why didn’t you just ask me?”
“You wouldn’t have stayed and you wouldn’t have been willing.”
She brushed his arm with her hand. “Why not?”
“It will tie you to me forever.”
She was silent for a long while. He couldn’t tell if she was in deep thought or if she had simply lost interest in the conversation.
He dried her off and covered her again before lifting her into his arms.
“I will stay with you and be willing if you let my team go.”
Malloron halted. When he looked down at her, her eyes were determined. He would be able to look at those eyes every day. “Agreed.”
“I need to see them leave.”
He dipped his head in a nod. “I know.”
She took a breath, lifting her eyes to the ceiling. A plethora of emotions darted across her
face, and Malloron just watched and waited. Finally her gaze returned to him. “I need this agreement to be real, Malloron.”
His cock jumped at the sound of her voice saying his name. It was the first time she had said it without being overcome with desire or sexual elation.
“It is real, Amara,” he murmured, staring into her eyes. He broke his gaze and headed for the exit. “It is real.”
***
It was finally happening. Everything that he had worked for, everything that he had strived for. The search for an Omega had started as soon as he learned of his role in the Visant family, and had continued for over thirty years.
Tonight was the night that will prove if it had been worth it.
Malloron entered Amara's room. She still had tears in her eyes from saying goodbye to her team. He was forced to agree to one of them being able to access magic until they were out of Eiros so that they could communicate with Amara that they were safe. It wasn't until night had fallen that she received confirmation. And now she was his.
She rose from her seat and walked to him. She wore a simple tunic, much like the servant ones, and satin slippers on her feet. "I'm ready."
They began walking to the casting sector. He could not help but wrap his arm around her waist.
"Are you going to tell me what you're going to do to me?" Amara asked, a hard edge in her voice.
Malloron glanced at her. "Would it make it easier to know?"
She thought for a moment and then shook her head. “Tell me about the children. The children you keep in the dungeon with the red wall on one side.”
Malloron stiffened. Although he knew she was in the vicinity of that dungeon, he didn’t realize she knew of its existence. “I cannot.”
Amara nodded but didn’t look at him. “Nothing you say to me can persuade me that your pathetic ‘games’ of lies and deceit is worth those children lying in that dungeon. Children that you stole from their parents.”
Malloron didn’t reply. There was no point in arguing with her. After tonight, he would make sure her life was filled with joys and pleasures and plenty of him, so that she would not dwell on anything she deemed unpleasant.
