Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Get your fucking hands off my woman before I kill you!”
31
SIREX
Every head in the Grand Salon jerked around to stare at Sirex as he strode into the room. He’d had a hell of a time finally getting his mount to turn back towards the Royal Stables and he’d been anxious when he saw that he was clearly the last one back from the hunt. He didn’t like leaving Phoebe alone in the palace when there were so many predatory males around.
And now he saw that things were even worse than he’d feared—Phoebe was chained naked to a large wooden frame and that fucker, Thruck, was about to hurt her!
Rage rushed through him, and a blood-red curtain dropped over his vision. Fury like he had never felt before flooded his body with adrenaline and it was all he could do not to rush forward and rip both the fucking Trollox’s heads off! His fangs lengthened and sharpened and he bared them like a beast in a show of pure aggression.
“Get away from her!” he roared, striding forwards and ignoring the gaping stares of the other males. “If you lay a hand on her I’ll fucking cut it off! She’s mine!”
Thruck stepped back with obvious reluctance, a scowl on the sane head’s face.
“She was caught trespassing in the room of the Shining One—indeed, she was in his very bed trying to seduce him! I would think you would welcome a punishment for such whorish behavior!”
“It’s not true!” Phoebe pleaded. “I mean, I was in his bed but I was hiding because I heard someone coming in. I went in there by mistake—please, Master—believe me!”
“Of course I believe you,” Sirex said firmly. He took a deep breath, trying to tamp down the Rage that threatened to completely overtake him. He turned to Thruck. “It sounds like an honest mistake. To make amends, I’ll take my female and leave the palace right now so you never have to see either of us again.”
“Not good enough!” Thruck crossed his arms over his muscular chest. His sane head was scowling. “Your female was caught trespassing in the Emperor’s private rooms—she must be punished!”
“Then I’ll spank her again—here in public so you all can watch!” Sirex snarled. He was angry that Phoebe had disobeyed him and left the room when he’d told her to stay put. Because of that, he was willing to give her another spanking to appease Thruck.
But the Trollox was shaking his sane head.
“No—that’s not good enough! She caused the Shining One great pain by forcing him to look upon her unpierced nipples. They must be pierced as punishment.” He gave Sirex an evil grin. “The only question is, who’s going to do the piercing—will it be us?” He pointed a thumb at his own thick chest. “Or will it be you?” And he pointed at Sirex. “She’s your woman—by the law you should be the one to pierce her nipples,” he added. “Though we will be happy to step in and do it for you if you don’t have the stomach for it!”
Sirex felt his heart fist in his chest. He didn’t see any way out of his—Thruck was in charge here and he had fifty males, not to mention all the servants in the palace, backing him. He had decided that Phoebe’s nipples must be pierced as punishment for her trespassing in the Emperor’s rooms. So they were going to be pierced and now Thruck was offering him the right to do the piercing.
But he had sworn to never hurt her again—hell, he’d promised himself he wasn’t even going to touch her again—at least not sexually. And now he had no choice. It would either be him wielding the nasty sharp object in Thruck’s hand…or Thruck himself. And Sirex didn’t trust the sadistic Trollox not to mangle Phoebe’s delicate flesh and make the piercing even more painful than it was already going to be.
“Fine.” He snatched the silver piercing instrument from the Trollox’s clumsy fingers and examined it carefully, making certain he understood the mechanism and how it worked. Then he looked at Phoebe.
Her eyes were wide with fear but her jaw was set, as though she was determined to endure the coming pain. Sirex wanted to comfort her—to let her know he took no pleasure from this act and that he would make it as quick as possible.
“Phoebe,” he murmured, cupping her cheek in his free hand. “I’m going to have to do this and you’re going to have to let me. Can you be a good girl and hold still for me? Can you bear the pain if I make it quick?”
“I…I think so, Sir.” She nodded and swallowed hard. “I’ll try to be good.”
“You can do it,” Sirex assured her. “And after this is done, we’ll leave.”
“If they let us.” Her voice was so low only he could hear it but Sirex could see the doubt and fear in her eyes.