Tempting The Dark King [Enchanted World Series Book 2]

Chapter 5

A lithe body twirled to the slow beat of the music as a dancer entertained the warriors for the night. Some played pool while others watched Television in the common room but many were enticed with the seductively dancing woman in front of them. Rhol allowed his warriors to use the entertainment room of the fortress even though they had their own quarters away from it. The gossamer low-riding skirt she had on left nothing for the imagination. Her breasts were drawn together but a tight fitting and beaded bra-top and her long black hair was plaited with jewels and flowers. She kept her face hidden behind a matching ocean blue lacy mask but Rhol had seen that face for quite sometime in his bed. That night, he went to the common room with every intention of taking her with him.

After Lyrah slipped into the warmth of his bed, he did something stupid. He sat there and watched her. He heard her light breathing and smelled her throughout the entire room. His body tightened with wanting her. The pull of the mate bond was already quite strong between them yet it had only been a few hours. Every time lightning flashed, Rhol caught sight of her haunting beauty and her fragile body outlined by his sheets.

Rhol erection throbbed inside his pants like nothing before. The beast inside him roared wanting to claim his mate. Even his tattoos were edgy and wouldn't listen to his commands, extending their violet tendrils towards the sleeping female. Rhol had to flee the quarters. For the sake of his sanity, he had to stay away from her. He had to send her away.

Well that was the plan until he decided to relieve the pressure in his groin by going to his favorite female dancer but the horrifying thing was that, as he watched her enticing the males and weaving a spell that not even the warrior with the strongest will-power could escape, he felt nothing...nothing at all. There wasn't even a twitch in his now flaccid phallus. That only happened when a body started recognizing only its mate's. It happened to all mated males and females alike.

“Aaah!” The warriors exclaimed as the dancer went down on the floor and began writing and twirling her body with sweat dripping down against her flat stomach and breasts. They watched her as she touched herself suggestively, driving the unmated warriors insane with want.

Rhol's eyes smoldered in disgust as he watched them. That once was him sitting in that private chamber where he had a private dance and finally took the female hard and fast until their pants echoed against the walls. Rhol's eyes roamed and eventually settled on Zafrina's who had a male on each side of her seat. They looked drawn to her like fire-flies. That was the specialty of Jinn women. They were mesmerizing and tended to catch unwanted attention most of the time and that was why they rarely associated with outsiders. She quirked an eyebrow at him and Rhol didn't miss the amusement dancing in her eyes. Only she knew him best. She wasn't much of a talker but she was great at picking up things that others couldn't. She turned to one of the males and whispered something to him then got up and sauntered towards him in her cat-like movement.

“You look bothered, my king. Jezeray not to your liking tonight?” She taunted.

The moment the other warriors heard her speak, they stopped what they were doing and bowed down to him.

“There are far too many distractions at the moment. Pleasure has no place in it all.” Rhol shrugged his shoulders lightly.

One side of Zafrina's mouth rose up. “Or you are just impotent in front of other females other than your own.”

Rhol snarled at her. She was crossing the line with her remarks. He was after all still her king and she needed to respect that! Back then Zafrina got away with saying a lot of s**t in front of him but right at that moment, he didn't want to hear his weakness from someone else, especially a female! “Learn your place when you address me in such a way, Zafrina!”

Zafrina lowered her head slowly. “I apologize for my crude approach to your circumstance, my king.”

He had no f*****g circumstance! Rage buzzed in his head like angry bees seeking for a way out. Why would he all of a sudden get angry over such small comments?

“Jezeray, follow me, now!” he barked.

The dancer got to her feet quickly and followed him out. Rhol stomped out through the long hallway to that secret chamber where he had his share of females. Never had he ever allow females into his quarters. Lyrah was the first one.

The moment they entered the chambers, Rhol shackled Jezeray's hand tightly in his and swung her around. She gasped and landed underneath him. Her eyes fluttered open as she drank him in. They were smoldering with desire for him. Rhol wanted that same desire to scorch his veins. It did but only for the one female he didn't need.

Jezeray touched him lightly on his biceps and his tattoos hissed and retreated to his back, avoiding her touch completely.

Rhol growled in frustration as he kissed Jezeray hard on her lips. She kissed him with the same intensity, running her hands on his skin and pulling him closer. Rhol wanted to feel something, anything for that matter! This was terrifying. There he was with the most desirable female yet he couldn't even get aroused.

“Enough!” He barked and Jezeray tore her lips from him with a frown. Rhol ran his hand through his thick hair and in a much calmer voice he said. “You can go.”

“But—but--” Jezeray stuttered.

 “Get out of here!” Rhol roared.

Jezeray whimpered and got to her feet before she scurried out of the room.

The moment she left, Rhol turned to the wall nearest to him and planted his fist hard against it. Knuckles cracked and ligaments tore. He welcomed the pain with open arms. At least there was something he could feel after all.

Anger still boiled deep down inside him and he unleashed it. It was dangerous for him to harbor such anger as a Jinn.

His tattoos shot out of his back where they were hiding and attacked the wall that he assaulted earlier punching deep holes with their spear-like tentacles. The tattoos assaulted the wall until all the anger and strength drained out of him and he collapsed on the floor.

Rhol was known as the Dark King not only because he was king of the Realm of The Dark but also that many doubted him to be uncorrupted by the Dark Energy since his father once was. No one really trusted him. The Lord Mage once had his measly warriors watch over him to make sure he wasn't causing any trouble. He was like a shadow warrior, always using the darkness and shadows to render his blow to enemies. He was cunning and calculating.

Not even he trusted himself at times because he felt as if part of him was entirely dark and malicious and that it was only a matter of time until he harmed someone with it. It was another reason why he wanted Lyrah as far away from him as possible. He had live for a long time alone and whenever he felt the beast inside of him craving for blood, he knew how to sate it but with Lyrah around, he had no idea what he could do to her.

She needed to get better fast before he did something that they were both going to regret.

Lyrah walked quietly into the vast training grounds. She could barely sleep last night. She kept on having nightmares of the Ghouls chasing after her and Tatiana. Before the early light, Lyrah braved her way through the Black Fortress and made her way out. Helpers scurried around cleaning and dusting so they didn't pay much attention to her. She hurried outside and breathed in a crisp morning air. She needed a distraction from her current state so she decided to do a little practicing on her own. She knew Rhol would not let her do this if he knew but she was good like that. She was able to silently leave and come in places without anyone knowing.

Lyrah walked across the paved grounds. They were surrounded by bushes on one side and the other was a stone building that looked like a*****e and changing room for the warriors. Lyrah was surprised to see sports grounds just a little further down towards the valley and right after the grounds was a sparkling river cutting across the royal grounds.

Lyrah didn't see any cars or garages so she knew the Jinn flashed their way around instead of taking the long way. Lyrah began to drown in the feeling of the place, making a mental map of her surrounding because that was the only way she was going to be able to flash around during her practice.

Lyrah noted the different morning smells of morning blooms, the wind and something exotic. She ran hands over the stone paving on the practice grounds then prepared herself. She shook her hands out nervously. She was never able to fashion out perfect blades like her brother but she was able to use energy orbs. This time she needed a sword so she concentrated.

Her hands itched as energy rushed down to her palms and pulsed out. The yellow energy sword elongated on her palm but suddenly she felt dizzy and lost concentration. The sword shattered away while she staggered to break her fall onto the hard surface. She was still very weak because her body was working overtime to try and heal her wounds. She didn't have any more energy to spare but she needed this. If she was going to keep her sanity in that place, she needed something to occupy her mind. Anything else other than her mate.

Last night, Rhol didn't sleep in his quarters. Lyrah didn't expect him to because he made it clear that she was nothing but an inconvenience to him and that the faster she healed the faster she was to leave the Black Fortress. It really didn't register a lot at first because she too was afraid of being in his presence. It was a very invasive presence that invaded all her senses and triggered emotions that she desperately wanted suppressed. Later it came to her that she was actually rejected....by her mate! Mates couldn't reject each other. It was a match from the Heavens and whether they liked it or not, they were stuck together but the rejection from Rhol sunk to the core of her and sent her mind reeling. She felt her soul wither because of it. Tears burnt in her eyes as she tried to fashion the energy sword again. This was not her at all. She was always strong and sometimes she didn't understand why Queen Noelle cried or when she was very nervous when her brother wasn't there but now she did. The emptiness she felt in her heart was physically painful.

It ached that tormented her that her mate didn't want her.

“What is she doing?” A dark voice full of curiosity and anger hissed out.

“She's suffering.” Zafrina clucked her tongue and turned to the solidifying male beside her. “So she's practicing to keep her mind sane.”

Rhol watched the petite female on his practicing grounds trying to create an energy sword from the terrace of the fortress where he watched over his warriors' practice at times. “That's very careless of her.”

“As careless as you trying to f**k a dancer when your mate is in close proximity.” Zafrina arched her eyebrow at him.

Rhol ground his teeth but kept quiet.

“She's a strong young female. It's a shame she has you for her mate, my king.”

Zafrina was trying his patience but she was right about one thing. It was a shame she didn't get a Fae or a merman or even at least another Mage as her mate. Her beautiful face was etched with concentration, her eyes steady and her chin raised up like the royal female that she was. Her small shoulders were drawn up, her back straight and her legs in an attacking stance. Rhol was surprised that she was dressed in the royal queen colors; a blood red pair of pants with a matching vest. It brought startling contrast between her skin and her hair which was twisted in a braid down her back to her sexily curved butt.

Suddenly, energy pulsed through her hands and a yellow orb appeared on her palm. Then the orb began to take the shape of a sword right in front of them. Rhol watched in fascination as the yellow sword elongated in front of her. The last he saw something like that was when he went to the Realm of Spells to ward off the Lord Mage.

“She has a gift.” Zafrina couldn't hide her admiration for the female.

“She's weak.” Rhol growled as the sword flashed a couple of times then shattered away.

“Perhaps she needs encouraging.” Zafrina turned to him just as her body flared away.

Fuck! Rhol thought quietly but he didn't move. If Zafrina was going to taunt the young Mage, she wouldn't dare harm her...or she was going to face his wrath. His tattoos hissed in retaliation.

He watched as Zafrina appeared behind Lyrah with her blade in hand. Rhol's heart stuttered but he didn't move. Instead his hands tightened their hold on the balustrade until he thought his muscles would snap. “Zafrina, you sick bitch.” He snarled silently.