Moon-Kissed

by Amelia Hutchins

  Torrin was unhinged with need, and mine met his like we were two massive storms colliding and combining into one. This was hate fucking now, and fuck if I didn’t love it. It made me feel dirty and used, and I craved it. He unseated me, tossing me to the bed before stalking over to me.

  Yanking my legs apart, he leaned down, caging my body beneath his much larger one. Torrin’s hands pushed onto the bed on either side of my head. His cock slid against my wet entrance, and I opened my mouth to tell him what I craved when he thrust forward, stalling the words as a scream took precedence.

  I slipped my hands around his back as he fucked me hard and fast, watching my eyes while he gave me what we both craved. I smiled, staring into his hooded gaze before my nails drug across his back, and he howled. He sat up to grab them, slamming them down beneath his hands while he thrust painfully into my body.

  “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes,” I shouted as I lifted my hips, slamming my body against his with every thrust, meeting his need with my own while he watched me.

  Torrin slammed into me harder, faster, and made sure I felt every single inch of him. Leaning his head down, he bit into my lip as I groaned, rocking my hips to meet his cock. He released my hands, gliding them behind my head to pull me up with him. He yanked my hair back, exposing my throat, which he dragged his lips over my skin, kissing the thundering pulse while I took control of the position.

  I rode him, uncaring if he held control or I did. He could have it because the next orgasm was already rising to shoot through my body. It started in my toes, slipped up my thighs, wrapped around my clit, and exited through my mouth as a breathless cry. My eyes opened, and I screamed his name to the heavens, shuddering so violently that he had to hold me through it.

  Torrin growled, and I felt him filling me, releasing his need within me. He continued to hold me through the violence of his release, causing my body to milk his, holding him within me.

  We fell over onto the bed, both of us panting in labored breathing that filled our lungs. Torrin hadn’t exited my body, and already he was growing hard for more.

  A satisfied smile curved my lips while I lifted my leg over his hip, rocking against him while he gazed into my eyes. I could do this for a few hours, but my body was already deliciously sore. His eyes dropped to where we were joined, and something dark and wicked passed through them. He watched me using him, grinding against his steel length while another orgasm was building.

  “You’re beautiful, Little Bird,” he uttered as if it pained him to say it.

  “Shut up and fucking give me what I want,” I growled, pushing him down while I took control. He smiled, moving to sit up, but I shoved him down hard.

  My eyes held his, daring him to take control. He smiled wickedly and rolled us, pushing deep into my body in one fluid motion.

  “You’re not the fucking alpha in this bed, woman,” he laughed darkly, lifting black eyes to hold mine. “Let’s see how dirty you really are, shall we?” He placed his hand around my throat while his other slid to my clit, twisting it until I was bouncing on the bed with the orgasm that shot through me without warning. He released my clit, running his fingertip over it softly. “I don’t remember saying you could come. Do you?” he asked sarcastically. He pushed my legs up to my shoulders, going hard and angry against my body.

  I screamed, exploding around him from the multitude of sensations he created within me. Torrin wasn’t good at sex; he was a master, showing me what it could be like with the right man. He removed the idea of what I’d wanted, replacing it with this raw, brutal, dirty sex that left me boneless beneath him.

  “This is going to be a long night, but I will not pretend that I won’t be enjoying every fucking moment of it. Now, try not to come, because each time you do so, without my consent, I’ll fuck you harder. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes!” I cried, exploding yet again. He chuckled, staring into my eyes before his widened with the realization that I wanted it as hard as he could go. I wanted to taste the pain his pleasure offered. “I’m waiting,” I challenged, observing the heat pooling in his frost-colored depths as they thawed with need.

  It was going to be a very long night, and he wasn’t the only one planning to enjoy every moment of it.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I woke to hands groping me and my body being lifted onto another. Peering down through heavy lids, I watched the insatiable male beneath me before he entered my sore, exhausted body. Moaning, I rocked my hips slowly to accommodate his girth.

  Last night, things had gotten violent, and the hate slid into a frenzied passion. It was wild, mind-blowing sex that hadn’t ended until we could physically do no more. Bruises covered my skin, and I’d enjoyed every single one of them. I had peppered Torrin in scratches and bite marks, which he hadn’t seemed too bothered by either.

  This wasn’t the same kind of sex this morning, though. It was slow and methodical. My hips swayed unhurriedly while I rode him, watching frost-colored eyes that slowly dropped to my breasts. Torrin cupped them painfully, and I groaned while the tension in my body built. It unfurled, and he sat up without warning, grabbing me behind the neck as his mouth crushed against mine.

  Holding me in a half-sitting position, Torrin moved methodically, forcing me toward the precipice. Before my body could fully unravel, he shoved me down onto the bed. One hand rested beside my head to hold up his weight, while the other cupped my chin. Holding my mouth in place, he devoured me at the same leisurely pace at which his cock moved. It was erotic and sexy as he claimed my mewling sounds, working me to the edge of the cliff before he lifted, staring into my eyes with a burning desire.

  “Come for me, woman,” he ordered, slowly increasing his pace until I had no choice but to do as he demanded.

  I exploded around him, clenching him tightly with my core. He continued moving slowly, holding me prisoner within my orgasm. Smirking at me, Torrin rested his forehead against mine as he tensed, growling his release, pumping into my body to a rhythm that sang to me.

  He rolled from the bed, smiling like a cat who had finally tasted cream for the first time. I watched him as I sluggishly moved to the edge of the bed to stretch my limbs. I ached everywhere. It was a delicious feeling that left me satisfied, which was more than I’d ever felt before.

  Moving to the large table, I stood behind Torrin. Slowly wrapping my fingers around the thick bottle of whiskey, I watched him from beneath my lashes. He turned, and I smiled, watching his eyes while he took in the bruises he’d marked upon my body.

  “You’re a dirty little thing, woman. You were incredible last night and worth the wait.” I sucked my lip between my teeth as he leaned forward, intending to kiss me.

  I brought the bottle up as hard as I could against his head, sending him to the floor unconscious. Smiling to myself, I stared down at his body. It was a canvas of art, exquisitely sculpted to lure a woman in and make her crave him. It really sucked that he was on the wrong side, considering my body had never responded to anyone else as it did with him.

  Pulling his limp form to the bed, I hefted him up onto it. Grabbing the rope I’d asked him to tie me up with last night, during one of our many rounds of sex, I bound him to it, spread out in all his naked glory. The man was entirely too fucking hot for his own good.

  He was all firm muscle and not a single ounce of fat on him. Forcing my eyes away from his body, I gagged him. Glancing between his legs at the large, soft cock that even limp, was impressive and proud, I made a sound of regret in my throat. My hand slid down his body, smiling at the legendary warrior now tied to each corner of his bed.

  I looked back while taking in the incredible curves and sleek edges of his body, and my gaze rose to lock with icy eyes that promised retribution. Leaning over, I nipped his nipple while he shook with anger. He threatened me through the cloth over his mouth, and I considered using a knife on him to see if it made him as hot and bothered as it had made me.

  “Come on. You had
to know I’d escape you, Tor. I’m an assassin, not a pet you can keep on a chain. You had something I wanted, and now I know where it is. I would never help Aragon reach the library, not knowing he unleashed this darkness because he lost his child bride. My grandmother was fully mated to my grandfather, and the moon is never wrong when it chooses our mates.”

  Torrin glared at me, his eyes slitting to angry, narrowed pools of icy water. I slid my body over his cock, reaching behind my ass to cradle his balls, squeezing them gently, feeling him grow hard beneath me.

  “Honestly, you are the best dick I’ve ever had in my entire life. I’ve never felt freer than I did with your hand around my throat and buried in my hair. Thank you for showing me what that was like.” I leaned over, kissing his cheek before I climbed off of him and moved to the dress I’d worn last night, still discarded on the floor.

  His muffled growl filled the room, causing me to smirk. Pulling the dress over my aching body, I secured it around my neck. Wintery eyes frosted my heated flesh, and I sucked my lip between my teeth, frowning at the look burning in his angry scowl.

  “Maybe in another life, this could have lasted longer,” I stated, hating that I wanted to ride him more. I wanted to feel his dominance and experience his version of pleasure endlessly. “Damn, you fucked me good. I already crave you, and I can’t even blame it on the moon anymore. I just want you and what you offer me,” I admitted, turning toward the door as a knock sounded.

  I retrieved the bottle and moved toward it in bare feet. Slipping behind it, I waited for the guard to enter. The moment it opened, I smiled at the sound of the guard discovering Torrin in a delectably compromising position. He moved toward Torrin, intending to free him as I stepped up, slamming the bottle down over the back of his head. I eyed the bottle, turning toward the door as a sword sliced through the air, narrowly missing me.

  I jumped back when it shot toward me again, missing me with each swing. The guard swung his sword again, missing me and embedding his blade into the table. He yanked on it, but I lunged, slamming the bottle down on his head. Exhaling, I shut the door and surveyed the mess.

  It took several minutes to shred the bedding to secure each of the guards onto the bed above Torrin’s body. I place the first guard on top of Torrin, facing him, resting the guard’s face on Torrin’s shoulder. I put the other guard on top of the first, spooning the first guard’s backside. My eyes rolled up to meet Torrin’s, and I grinned while he glared murderously at me. Once the newcomers were gagged and bound together, ensuring no escape, I dusted off my hands and flinched, taking in the sandwich of men piled onto one another.

  Turning toward the door, I started forward, retrieving the trusty unbreakable bottle and the smaller warrior’s blade. The door opened, and I barely escaped it from slamming into my face.

  “Okay, you’ve been in here with her for far too long. You promised to share your newfound friend once you subdued her—well, that’s kinky, even by my standards,” Aragon announced, turning toward me. My foot closed the door, and a blade met his chin. “Did not see that coming.”

  “On your knees, Your Majesty,” I grunted, flicking the blade subtly when he failed to do as I had instructed soon enough. “Don’t make me into a King Slayer, Aragon. I am simply trying to get out of this place as soon as possible without shedding blood. Be a dear and get the fuck on your knees for me.”

  “I have to admit; this is a first. Normally, women are on their knees for me.”

  I clucked my tongue at his statement, watching him sink to his knees. Silently, I held the blade in place while I walked around him, staring at the marking on his spine that his hair failed to conceal. My eyebrow lifted before sliding my gaze to Torrin, who had narrowed his gaze on Aragon. Lifting the bottle, I brought it down over his head, rendering him unconscious.

  I placed the blade and bottle on the ground, grabbing the king’s limp form to add him to the pile. Unfortunately, I couldn’t lift his weighted body high enough to place him on the second guard. Instead, I settled him beside Torrin, whose muffled words promised payback and death. The king’s mouth was pushed against Torrin’s cheek, and his eyes widened as the unconscious king began pumping his hips, unaware he was doing so.

  I chuckled, standing back to watch Aragon grinding his cock against Torrin’s leg. My chest shook with laughter before my eyes rolled up to hold Torrin’s threatening stare. His face turned red with rage, and I clicked my tongue against my teeth, fighting the peals of laughter that threatened to escape at the horror and murder burning in the warlord’s angry stare.

  “That’s awkward. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” I offered and turned to the door as the girls walked through it cautiously.

  “Mmm, I almost want to know what is happening there,” Amo chuckled, her arms filled with robes. “Laundry delivery,” she chirped in a cheery voice, dressed in a white cloak with her arms filled with midnight-colored ones.

  “You know, I just had some of the craziest sex in my life,” Tabitha sighed dreamily. “They may be scrawny, but damn, they are packing some serious trouser swords around this place.”

  “Weapons?” I asked, ignoring their curious looks while they took in Torrin’s current predicament. Luckily, he was mostly covered up by the guards. A violent shudder of jealousy slithered through me out of nowhere, catching me off guard. “Eyes on me, ladies,” I snapped, flinching at the sound of my voice, which caused heat to burn in Tor’s stare. “We’re on the clock. Weapons, cloaks, and map?” I watched as they placed everything on the table.

  My gaze flicked to Torrin, who was watching me over the king’s unconscious head. Stepping toward the bed, I lifted on my toes to draw closed the sheer curtains surrounding it. It wouldn’t prevent him from seeing us, but it offered a thin barrier. Once done, I moved back to where one of the girls had dropped my bag.

  “Dresses on, ladies. We’re more than likely going to need them. We have about forty minutes before the guard changes at the door, and when they discover no one standing sentry, they’ll investigate. We can’t be here when that happens.”

  I removed my dress, doubling as a gliding suit from my bag, putting panties on before sliding my legs into black thigh-high stockings. I could feel their eyes on me. I didn’t need to see their expressions to know they were taking in my body’s bruised state. I clicked the weapon sheaths into place, holding Torrin’s angry glare through the sheer curtains with a soft curl of my lips.

  My top was comprised of leather straps that crisscrossed over my chest, compressing my breasts until they pushed up against the top. My neck was covered with leather, securing the halter top to my body. I turned so Amo could fasten the back, and I met Torrin’s heated gaze as it slid over my outfit and thigh-high stockings that left barely a single inch of skin bare.

  Once Amo had finished, I grabbed the weapons, slipping them into their respective places. I placed several daggers in their hidden pockets on my hips, thighs, and forearms, along with two blades in sheaths inside the boots that Tabitha tossed me.

  “The map?” I asked.

  “About that—we didn’t find the map in any of the rooms we were in while we worked over the guards.” Tabitha frowned, her eyes holding mine with an apology. “You were right, though; the ones in his other room were decoys, so we left them there.”

  “Where would they keep a map that held their strongholds and their prisons?” I asked, turning to study the room, with power rushing through my blood. “In the room, no one would dare to breach?” I smirked, slowly moving around while my eyes scanned the masculinity I hadn’t had time to enjoy last night. Torrin’s room was tidy, unlike the one beside mine where he’d watched the orgy.

  I felt Torrin’s eyes following me, knowing he’d forced his head to the other side. Moving around his room, I explored it carefully. On the furthest table were rolled-up scrolls, and my eyes slid over them, noting they had used one more than the others. Plucking it from the pile, I picked it up, unrolling it while th
e smile grew over my lips.

  “Inside the bedroom of a legendary warrior. Where else, ladies?” I slid my eyes to the male in question, who watched me with an iciness that cooled my heated blood.

  I went back to my girls, pushing the map into the satchel draped around my shoulder. Sliding my pack onto my back, I grabbed the cloak and head wrap, slipping it around my face until only my eyes were visible. It was shocking that most of the common people in the kingdom wore these. The people outside the palace wore black, while inside the palace, they wore white head wraps, specifically those who served the king.

  “Ready?” I asked, taking in my team to ensure their cloaks and head wraps fully covered them. My attention slid to the male who had rocked my world and shown me what it was like to be seriously fucked sore. He held my gaze momentarily until I flicked my attention back to the women, nodding.

  At their nods, we exited the bedroom without another glance. It took us several moments to reach the hallway where Torrin had taken me to see Chivalry. The guards at the door watched us approaching, smiling as they took in our eyes.

  “There’s no exit here, ladies,” one stated, smiling softly. “You must use the main doors to leave.”

  My hand shot out at the same moment Amo’s did, each of us catching a guard in a chokehold. We wrapped our bodies around them, pinching their throats with our arms to knock them out. The rest of my team blocked the view of anyone who might happen upon us. Once the guards were down, we pulled them inside the door and left them on the stairs, securely gagged and bound to the railing.

  “Once we reach the horses, they’ll need our help to change,” I stated, watching as understanding enter their gazes while we moved down the winding staircase.