Bride of the Traitor: A Prophecy of Sisters Novel

by Faiman, Hayley

  Licking my lips, I taste the salty tears that have begun to fall from his words. “Love, Elias. There is love and that prevails over everything,” I whisper.

  He shakes his head, his fingers twisting as he leans down, resting his forehead against my own. “Love will come in time, Sybilla.”

  “Not if you do not allow it, My King,” I breathe.

  He grunts, no doubt hearing the pleading in my voice and the way I use the slightest hint of manipulation by calling him my king, something that I know he adores. He shifts his face, his cheek pressing against my own, his lips resting beside my ear.

  “I have never allowed a woman where you are now, Sybilla. You have liberties that no other has ever been granted. Do not push for more too quickly, do not push me at all. I am not a man who can be pushed, who can be wooed by your wiles.”

  Quickly, he lifts his head, but does not release my hair. His lips turn up as he pulls me closer to him. Flicking my eyes down, I realize that he’s hard. Licking my lips, I hate that I want him in my mouth, that I crave to have him inside of me, no matter how.

  Lifting my gaze to his, just inches from his hard length, I speak. “I will not be part of a loveless marriage, Elias. I will, however, give us time to fall in love. I know that you are capable, my king. You just need to trust me and I’ll be patient, I’ll show you the beauty of giving yourself to another person.”

  Something crosses his features, but he quickly shakes it off. I don’t wait for him to say anything else, this conversation is finished for now. Leaning forward, I open my mouth and take him inside of me. I can taste myself on him, I can taste us, and it causes my belly to dip with need.

  I moan around his length, closing my eyes and enjoying every moment of being alone with him. Soon enough he’ll return to whatever it is that kings of this world do, but right now he is only mine and, in this moment, I hold all of his attention, I bathe in it, welcoming every second of the painful pleasure.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  ELIAS

  Sybilla glances at me from above her goblet. We’re sitting in the dining room, Merek along with the rest of the men join us. We’re talking, creating a schedule for the upcoming months. Since it is summer, we’ll be leaving this main castle and riding closer to the territory that we will seize and conquer this year.

  “Will Queen Sybilla be joining us?” Rowan asks.

  Glancing to Sybilla, her eyes wide, I look back to my men. “Only for a portion of the trip,” I explain. “She’ll be at the Beallenau Castle with the witches, her girls, and a full guard.”

  “The what?” she asks, interrupting us.

  If Sybilla knew her role, her duties or her standing she would know that to interrupt a man, especially her King, is simply not done. However, concessions are made for my Queen, as she does not know the customs here.

  Turning to her, I decide instead of chastising her for speaking out of turn, I will explain the situation to her.

  “Beallenau is on the furthest border of my country’s holdings. The land we are going to conquer previously belonged to Bunafi, but my father gave it to the neighboring country of Llyne. It is not theirs to have, my father handed it over because he was drunk on his paramour and that was her home country.”

  Sybilla opens her mouth and I dip my chin, allowing her to speak. “So, he gave parts of your country to Llyne, because his mistress manipulated him?”

  Nodding, I arch a brow. “Some say he was bewitched. I know that wasn’t the case as my father would do anything to keep what he regarded as his prize. She was indeed his prize, though he was blinded by what was between her legs so much so, that he did not care that he was hurting his people, his kingdom or his future heir’s.”

  “Which is why I’ve heard murmurs of him being a traitor and you being nothing like him,” she breathes.

  My brows shoot up, as I’m surprised anyone has said I am nothing like the man. Though the sentiment is true, I have always thought that people assumed me to be like him, and would continue to do so until I could prove otherwise.

  “We’re going to take it back, plus perhaps a bit more,” I say with a shrug.

  Her lips twitch and I wonder if she understands the gravity of it, I doubt that she does. Right now, her eyes are sparkling with excitement. She is yearning for an adventure, though I doubt she realizes that war is anything but an exciting adventure, it is more like a hell on earth.

  Turning to Merek, I clear my throat. “Ready the men, we leave in a fortnight.”

  Merek dips his chin, his eyes focusing on mine for a moment, then shifting to Sybilla. “You will be safe, Queen. Your warriors will keep you that way, always.”

  “We will all prevail,” I point out. “We will all return to Bunafi for the winter as victors and we will spend the cold months celebrating in warm beds.” I chuckle.

  The rest of the men lift their goblets, cheering to my toast before they take a swig from their drinks. Turning to my queen, I touch my goblet with hers.

  “And I vow to come home to My Queen, to watch her grow heavy with my child, to witness that child enter this earth along with many more to come,” I murmur so that only she can hear me.

  She lets out a sigh, leaning forward, she touches her lips to the corner of my mouth. “I am bound to you, Elias. I will be there praying and waiting for you.”

  Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek, my eyes staying focused on hers. “You’ll pray for my return?”

  “You know that I will.”

  “After this morning…”

  She holds up her hand between us, the pad of her finger pressing against my lips to keep me from speaking. “I promised patience, Elias. That is what you will have from me.”

  Tilting my head to the side, I wrap my hand around her wrist and tug her finger from my lips before I press my mouth against hers. I ignore the sounds of the men around us with their roaring cheers and laughter.

  Without another word, I stand from my seat, my dinner consumed. Tugging Sybilla’s chair back, I bend and shove my shoulder against her belly and lift her over my shoulder as I straighten my back.

  The men roar with laughter as I walk My Queen out of the dining room, her gasp clearly audible, which I ignore as I make my way toward my chamber.

  I hear female giggles and turn my head to the side to see her maids standing against the wall, their eyes wide as they watch us. Tipping my lips, I grin at the three women.

  “Ready your mistresses’ trunks. We leave for Beallenau in a fortnight.”

  The leader of the group takes a step forward, curtsying. “All of us, Your Majesty?” she breathes.

  “Aye. All of you, as I believe my queen has a fondness for her girls.” I smile.

  She jerks her head back, then her eyes shift to Sybilla’s. “As we have a deep regard for Her Majesty as well,” she exhales.

  “Off with you, ready the trunks,” I say, turning from them and continuing to walk up the stone steps toward my personal chamber.

  Once we’re inside, I lock the door behind us and slowly slide Sybilla down my chest, my hands find her waist so that she cannot distance herself from me. Her lips are parted and if she held any ire for me, it’s gone now.

  She reaches for me first, her hands cupping my beard covered cheeks. Those golden eyes, sparkling as they search mine, smile before her lips do.

  “You’re taking me with you, you’re not leaving me here,” she whispers.

  Dipping my chin, I grin. “I do not think that I can be away from you, not for months, not even for days. You’ve imprinted yourself inside of me, Sybilla. My queen has carved a place deep within me, a place all her own.”

  She moans. “God, do you know how sexy that is?”

  “Sexy?” I ask, not understanding the word.

  Sybilla’s lips twitch and she leans forward, her mouth pressing against mine. “Hot, seductive—sexy,” she explains.

  Lifting my hand, I tangle my fingers in her hair, holding her to me as I make love to her mouth. She moans, I swa
llow the sweet sound, far too eager to pull more of those noises from her shortly.

  SYBILLA

  Elias undresses me, slowly. I wish that he would rip the beautiful gown off of my body, but he takes his sweet fucking time. Every touch is purposeful, he slowly removes my dress, and even slower he unlaces the ribbon corset at the back before he peels it from my body.

  Inhaling a deep breath, I exhale slowly with the release of the tight corset. I’m becoming used to the restrictive clothing, though I could do away with it and just get a nice bra instead, but I don’t think these people are ready for bras.

  All thoughts of bras disappear when Elias’ mouth touches my shoulder as his hands reach around me and untie the undergarment at my chest. Without a word, he slides it down my arms until it pools at my feet and leaves me completely naked.

  Lifting my hand, I cup the back of his head, arching my back so that my ass rubs against his hips. I moan at the feel of his hard cock beneath his tights. One of his arms wraps around my breasts, holding me against his chest, the other slips between my legs to touch me.

  Whimpering as soon as his fingers make contact with my already wet center, I writhe as he growls against my neck before he lifts his head, his jaw touching my temple.

  “Wet already, my queen?”

  Turning my head, I touch my mouth to the underside of his jaw. “Always for you,” I breathe.

  It’s true. He just has to look at me, and I want him. I don’t know if it’s because of the binding spell Godiva put on us, or the prophecy, or if I just plain want this man with everything that I am, but I don’t really care, because he always makes me feel so damn good.

  His fingers begin to stroke between my legs, taking his time and building me up slowly. “I’m going to take you from behind, looking at your backside, it’s a sight I don’t think I’ll ever tire of, sweeting.”

  I tremble in his arms, my knees almost giving out completely. “Then, you’ll ride me. I don’t think I will ever tire of your charms either,” he grunts.

  “But first?” I whisper against his jaw, biting him playfully as my hips jerk against his touch.

  “First, I am going to taste you. I want your release on my tongue. I want you to spread yourself for me while I lick the sweetness between your legs.”

  I don’t know how he makes every single dirty thing that he says sound sexy, but he does. “Please,” I shamelessly beg.

  He laughs softly, then he releases me. “On the edge of the bed, Sybilla.”

  Elias doesn’t have to tell me twice, I pretty much sprint to the side of his bed and without a single hesitation, I place my feet on the wooden rail and spread my legs as wide as I can. Modesty is not something that I possess in this moment.

  Reaching my hand between my legs, I use two fingers and spread myself for him. He grunts, and I bite the bottom of my lip as I watch him disrobe for me.

  “I’ve never seen something so beautiful, so breathtaking in my life, sweeting.” I snort, not believing his sweet honey-coated words. He shakes his head. “You misinterpret me,” he murmurs as he closes the distance between us and sinks down to his knees between my spread thighs.

  His eyes dip down to my offered center, then lift back up to meet mine. “Your body is indeed beautiful, Sybilla. But the way that you freely offer it to me, opening completely and without reservation. The way you trust me with your flesh, that is breathtaking.”

  Tears fill my eyes, his words being far too sweet and yet, I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. For a man who claims not to be able to love, he’s sure full of beautifully tender words that could make the most reluctant woman fall head over heels in love with him in an instant.

  “No more talking,” I croak.

  He grins, his eyes turning indigo in an instant. He leans forward, his mouth just centimeters from my center, his eyes lifting to meet mine. “I quite agree, sweeting, no more talking. Keep yourself open for me, Sybilla. I want to taste all of you.”

  No more words are spoken. There are only gasps from me, and moans from him that travel throughout my entire body as he fully enjoys tasting me. Lifting my hips, they jerk beneath his ministrations and I am unable to stay still as he ravishes me.

  He buries his face against my pussy, his tongue flicking, fucking, his lips sucking me with an abandon that I have never experienced before. My head falls back as I climb closer toward my release, my thighs shaking and threatening to close around his head in an attempt to keep him there forever.

  “Yes,” I cry as I topple over the edge into the abyss and I come. “Elias.”

  My chest rises and falls quickly as I attempt to catch my breath. My entire body trembles, but Elias doesn’t stop. He laps at me until he’s done exactly what he said he would, tastes all of me, every single drop.

  When he lifts his face from between my legs, I feel heat in my cheeks at the sight of my wetness shimmering against his short beard. Reaching forward, I try to wipe it away, his lips turn up into a wide grin showing off his white teeth.

  “Delectable, Sybilla,” he purrs as he stands from his kneeling position. “Up, My Queen, on your knees,” he gently orders.

  Rising to my knees, I lean forward and touch my mouth to his in a chaste kiss. His tongue peeks out and tastes my lips in a swift lick.

  “Turn around, I want to see you from behind. I want to watch myself sink inside of you, watch how you take me, how you stretch for me. How you were made just for me, sweeting.”

  I shiver at his words. I want that too. I want everything from him. Turning around as he instructs, I bend at the waist, pressing my cheek and chest against the bed, spreading my trembling thighs, and tilt my hips as I offer myself for him.

  My entire body aches for his touch, for him to fill me as only he can. His hands slide up the backs of my thighs before he grabs ahold of the cheeks of my ass and spreads them wide.

  “When will you offer this to me, Sybilla? I will not take it unless it’s offered, but I will take it one day,” he murmurs.

  Gulping, I inhale a sharp breath before I release it in a long exhale. “When you love me, with your entire heart, that is when you will have all of me,” I whisper.

  “You play dirty, My Queen,” he says, though he sounds as if he finds me amusing, rather than irritating.

  Biting my bottom lip, I don’t tell him that to have all of his heart, all of him is akin to him having this part of my body. I want him to love me wholly, because I know that I am falling for him already, and in turn I will give him whatever he desires however he desires it.

  Elias not only rules the country of Bunafi, but his guarded love could rule the fate of this world and without a doubt, it rules me.

  My breath hitches when I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, then in one achingly slow move, he buries himself inside of my body to the hilt. I feel his hand glide up my spine and his fingers wrap around the back of my neck, holding me against the mattress.

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  He hums, pulling out of me before he slams back inside.

  “Indeed, sweeting,” he groans. “Bring yourself to your second release, I want to feel your queynte strangle my cock.”

  Letting out a breath, I slip my hand between my legs and I do as My King commands. In return he loses control, fucking me harder than he ever has and I think that maybe, just a little bit, I start to break through his iron gate.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  ELIAS

  Wrapping my arm around her waist, I take hold of the reins, pulling the mare to a halt. Touching my lips to the side of Sybilla’s neck, I cannot hold back my chuckle.

  She is a terrible horsewoman.

  Completely sarding awful.

  I now understand why Merek was behind her, though, if he does it again, I’ll take his gods damned head off.

  “I’m terrible, right?” she asks, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me.

  “Deplorable, sweeting. You won’t be ready for your own mount on the trip.”


  Deciding that we need a ride, a little time alone, I lift my head and click my teeth. Lightning follows my orders, perfectly, as her training was the best in the country. Together, we ride alone toward the gate and bridge that leads us away from the castle.

  Leaning forward, I hear Sybilla squeal as Lightning gallops toward the woods. Wrapping my body around Sybilla’s, I grin, feeling the wind glide over us. Only when we’re close to the river do I slow the mare.

  “Elias,” Sybilla gasps, turning around to look at me from over her shoulder.

  Her face is pink, her hair as wild as her golden gaze. Grinning, my eyes flick down to her lips, before they lift back to her eyes. She looks gorgeous, wild and free, her face no longer pinched in fear or worry.

  “I didn’t frighten you, I had complete control and you know it,” I announce.

  Her tongue sneaks out and wets her lips. “Yes, you did. I’m not scared,” she whispers.

  “I know, sweeting. You’re excited. Adventure, are you craving one?” I ask as Lightning trots along the side of the river.

  Sybilla’s lips turn up into a small smile as she shakes her head once. “Every single moment here is an adventure to me, Elias,” she murmurs.

  Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “Just wait, Sybilla. I will show you all the adventures that life has to offer. You will never grow tired of the life you will have here. You will never long to leave, you are bound to me, to this land as I am bound to you as well.”

  She gasps, but I don’t allow her to speak. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I swallow her moans as I taste her. Guiding Lightning over to a small glade, I pull back on her reins and squeeze my thighs to halt her movement.