Tempting The Dark King [Enchanted World Series Book 2]

Chapter 18

Warm hands scaled up Lyrah's sleeping gown and settled on her bottom, gently squeezing the cheeks as warms and moist lips teased her neck. Lyrah moaned softly at her erotic dream...but it felt awfully real--

Her eyes snapped open and she found Rhol next to her. How and when did he get there?! The last time she saw him, he was recuperating in the infirmary.

“What--” her lips were covered with his as he rolled over on top of her, pinning her small body so that she couldn't escape.

Lyrah struggled against him but soon realized the more she struggled the better her body fitted underneath him. She managed to free her hand and smack Rhol across the cheek.

Rhol opened his eyes lazily and a wicked grin appeared on his face, transforming it completely to the point that it mesmerized Lyrah for a moment. “Are you always this feisty in the morning, my little mate.” he drew down and nuzzled her cheek and neck as he parted her thighs with his leg and placed his throbbing erection just against her s*x.

Lyrah's eyes widened. “Are you serious? You almost died yesterday and instead of thinking of your health, you are thinking of s*x right now?”

“The s*x is a part of it, yes, but I want the peace that comes afterwards.” He rasped against her neck sending desire rippling through her body.

Even though she was trying to get him off her, she couldn't deny that her body was raging for his. Teeth tantalized her neck down to her collarbone towards one of her n*****s. Lyrah gritted her teeth to stop herself from moaning as she tried to snap him back to sanity. “What are you talking about?”

“Every time I take your body, Dirani peeta, all my tempting demons run for cover and you coax me back into the light.” his hand clasped around her breast and Lyrah's breath hitched.

She didn't know what he meant about all that but he seemed desperate. Several weeks ago, she would have fought him off with every breath she had but remembering just how he looked on that infirmary bed yesterday and how scared she was, she found that all the fight was draining from her. This is what a mate meant. She was supposed to be able to provide whatever she could for him. It was supposed to disgust her but it didn't.

Lyrah stopped struggling and looked up at the Jinn King. His eyes were smoldering with a fire so wicked it had her body quivering with anticipation. His hand let her breast go and he caressed a lock that had found its way to her the corner of her mouth away. His fingers raked into her hair and held her head in place.

Lyrah told herself that she wasn't going to fight him for just that one day. Both of them were exhausted from yesterday. She didn't have the strength to do so. When Rhol drew down, Lyrah's eyes drifted closed. Rhol's lips were warm against hers, coaxing her and teasing her with little pecks and nips here and there. All that time he sought that warm secret place only they knew about.

Rhol pushed deeper into her and Lyrah lost all thought of that being nothing but a retreat for her mate. He felt wondrous inside her, slowly moving and driving her crazy with his slow grind against her. Lyrah couldn't hold it back anymore so she moaned between his kisses. Rhol's hand tightened in her hair as the kiss turned demanding and his tongue plunged deep into her mouth, dueling with hers. He adjusted his weight around her and picked up the pace thrusting deeper and harder into her.

Lyrah's body arched as she readily accepted his assault on her. His tattoos began to glow violet. He turned her over until he was completely over her and while one hand held her tightly on her hip, the other braced itself on the iron headboard above him. Rhol gritted his teeth as his tempo increased. Sweat streamed down the muscle-carved torso. Every part of his body coiled and expanded with the movements and Lyrah had never seen anything so enticing.

Lyrah felt her close approach to climax just as Rhol was. His tattoos shone brighter but they were as silent as the night.

Lyrah's body tightened and she felt as if it were about to break but Rhol didn't slow his thrusts. Finally her body exploded into shards of ecstasy! Her body shone like brightest star, basking everything in the room when her purity. Engulfing her mate with what he described as peace.

Rhol also climaxed hard and loud around her. Lyrah opened her eyes and for a moment, Rhol was not that brute Jinn King she had come to know. He was just a male in need of his mate, in need of comfort and strength. Lyrah found herself folding the large male into her embrace, holding him until the tremors of the aftermath subdued.

The voices stopped, Rhol realized as he rested his head on Lyrah's chest while being careful not to crush her with his weight. The whispers in his mind had seized thanks to Lyrah's purity. She was a surprise to him but one thing that he loathed to admit to himself was that, he was getting addicted to this new feeling of serenity.

Carefully, he rolled to the side and sighed lightly placing one hand over his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday?” Lyrah peered at him warily.

Rhol lifted his hand and turned to his mate. He surprised even himself when he chuckled. Lyrah was indeed a forced to reckon with. “You have just been with your mate and that is the first thing you want to talk about?”

She shrugged her slender shoulders sending the waterfall of hair cascading down covering the breasts that had him throbbing for her once more. “This is not a union, is it?”

Rhol frowned. She just threw his words right back at him. Of course that was not a union. He didn't know why but every time Lyrah climaxed and radiated her energy, it touched every part of him, lulling it to submission. The effects were still there and he greedily held on to them like a lifeline. That was the only thing he was after from his mate. “Of course not.” He got up suddenly, peeling the sheets down to his waist. Lyrah's eyes darkened as they swept quickly down his body and she quickly looked away.

“So, are you going to tell me how it is that you got poisoned yet again?” She asked.

Was she scolding him? The last time someone tried to scold him, he ended up dead. “You don't have to worry about such things.”

“But I have to worry about them. I'm the one who will be performing the healing session at the end of the day!” she exclaimed.

Rhol gritted his teeth. “I didn't ask you to do that. There are plenty of Mage in the fortress to do that, not you.”

Lyrah doubted that very much. She remembered what Drake had told her the last time. They were complimentary halves of each other. If he had  any problem, only she would help him. “Good luck with that.” She muttered and pulled the sheets around her body before she made her way towards the bathroom.

She heard Rhol growl behind her but she didn't turn. He was so maddening and she couldn't believe she was getting used to his maddening ways.

Once inside the bathroom, Lyrah shed the sheets and looked at her body in awe. It was still glowing, something that had never happened to her before. She wondered who she could talk to about this. She definitely couldn't run back home and ask Tyran about it, ask him if experienced the same thing...or Noelle. The last thing was to have that awkward talk with the Queen Mage.

Muriel! Oh yeah, now there was someone she could talk to. She stepped under the shower and as the hot water rained down her body and hair she felt the slight displacement of particles behind her. She was not prepared to see a large hand reaching for the shower gel next to her.

“What--” She started but he was already applying the gel on her back.

“We have a meeting to attend in the city today.”

Lyrah's eyes widened as she turned around to look at him. “I am to accompany you?”

Rhol grunted lightly. It looked like he didn't like the idea but he had no choice somehow.

Lyrah couldn't help but smile lightly. The last time she was in the city of Karah she was too sick to even get a glimpse of it. Of course she was not going to pass the chance to do so even if it didn't settle well with Rhol.

His hands were extremely gentle on her back. She had never expected to see this side of Rhol but he was surprising her more and more. She closed her eyes and let his magical hand sooth away her stress and anxiety. It took her to a place she had never been. All was peaceful and serene. She could smell the freshness of the area and her mind was free of all the stressful situations she had been jumping in and out of. She didn't mind being there for a little while. A place to escape from Rhol and everything else around her.

Rhol breathed in when they arrived at the city hall. It was crowded with people, all of them wanting to see their king and queen together. Others wanted to hear exactly what was happening in their once peaceful Realm. King Rhol wondered why he did this after such a long time. He needed to reassure his people at every chance he got. One thing he was known for was the concern he had for his people. He could never neglect them.

“Ready?” Rhol turned to Lyrah who was sitting next to him in the car.

Lyrah turned to him and nodded lightly. She looked sensational in her royal blood-red gown. Her hair was curled and braided down her back. Her eyes were glowing with excitement. Zafrina was right. She was too cooped up in the Black Fortress that she was already losing that spark in her. Rhol wondered why his thoughts were running along this very disturbing path. So what she was glowing? So what she looked radiating in front of him? So what he felt his chest swell with pride and approval and that he couldn't wait to show her off to his people? What the hell was wrong with him? He was accepting the weakness of having a mate crack down what he had worked for years to flawlessly build up around himself.

“Let's go.” He growled as Seygon opened the door to the royal car and let them out. People swarmed around them taking photos and cheering them on. Rhol stepped out first and scanned around for any immediate danger to his mate. Zafrina and other warriors were also surrounding them, keeping an eye at the crowd.

Once Rhol was sure there was no danger, he extended his hand to his mate. Lyrah accepted it and stepped out and the crowd went wild.

“She's a Royal Mage!”, “Oh, they look so good together!”, “She is so pretty, I envy her complexion!”, “She is just perfect for our king!” Those were a few of the comments jumping around the crowd.

But Rhol couldn't pretend he didn't hear the other disturbing ones.

“She's the sister to the Rogue Mage King!”, “I heard he slaughtered villages of innocent people.”, “He also sent his army to kill the Mer-Queen Seranis.”, “How awful, what is she doing here?”, “She's not even as pretty as what people said.”, “She has brought nothing but disaster to our Realm.”

Lyrah gasped out slowly and cast her eyes towards the ground.

Rhol felt fury unfurled inside him. His tattoos turned black and they rippled on his skin as they started hissing furiously at the crowd. He gritted his teeth together and stepped beside his mate then grabbed her hand and laced his fingers with hers. Lyrah looked up at him in shock but he didn't say anything as he started for the entrance.

“My queen, your face.” Zafrina stepped in front of them with concern on her face.

“She'll be alright.” Rhol rasped and took Lyrah away.

It was not fair for his people to judge her not knowing anything about her. Yes, she was the most maddening female he had ever encountered but that was only because of her explosive personality. She didn't even have a wicked bone in her. She was very naïve and had a lot to learn but that was alright. Rhol never thought there would come a day when he would actually want to take her side because the last thing he wanted was to encourage anything else other than the fact that they were mates and that couldn't be helped but now, he found himself wanting to shield her from all things that wanted to harm her.

The two of them were ushered to the back rooms while the people of Karah city made their way to their seats in the hall. One of the warriors came with two steaming mugs for the both of them. The moment Rhol sniffed in the contents, he knew the warrior had spiked it a bit.

“For the nerves.” He smiled at his king.

Rhol grunted and handed a cup to Lyrah. “Drink this.”

Lyrah accepted the cup and took a small sip. He watched the action of her licking her lips and found his body throbbing for hers. She took two more mouth-fills and she would have taken yet another one but he intervened. He didn't want her drunk while sitting up on that stage talking to the people of Karah!

“Good morning, my king.” The coordinator of the meeting came to them and extended his hand towards Rhol. “I am Robin and you'll be up in ten minutes....” then he turned to Lyrah and his eyes brightened. “It's great to finally meet you, my queen.”

Lyrah smiled politely and accepted the male's hand.

Rhol frowned when he noticed that Robin took a little more time holding Lyrah's hand than it should have been so he quickly moved between them. “Anything we need to prepare for?”

“Everything is in place, my king. I have great confidence that the meeting today will go according to plan.” Robin assured them.

“Good.” Rhol answered then turned to Lyrah. “Will you be okay?”

Lyrah nodded, color suddenly returning to her skin. “I'll be fine.”