Chapter4
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Lysandra’s POV
The rain pattered against the window like a drumbeat, and the room was bathed in darkness, except for the flickering candlelight that cast shadows on the walls. Logan's moans had filled the silence, but now they were replaced by the sound of rain and my nervous breathing.
Logan left, and I was left alone with Theodora. Her gaze was fixed on me, her cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions. The candlelight danced across her naked body, illuminating her curves.
Theodora's body was a masterpiece of contradictions – delicate, yet powerful. Her n*****s were erect and inviting. Her waist was narrow, her skin was smooth, like silk, and it seemed to glow in the flickering light.
She was a goddess, a vision of beauty and power. And she was staring at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and dominance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she pointed the small sharp knife at me, ordering me to get on the bed.
I obeyed without hesitation, moving towards her on the bed. She smiled as she took off the cuffs that had been restraining me, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. But that relief was quickly replaced by a feeling of fear as she placed the knife at my neck, sniffing me deeply.
"Oh, you smell divine," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
I trembled under her touch, unsure of what was going to happen next. She commanded me not to move, and I did my best to comply as she traced the knife along my skin.
"Do you know no man has ever made me c*m?" she asked, her voice filled with a raw intensity that made me gasp.
"No, my queen," I replied, my voice shaking.
“Well, you'll have that honour," she said.
She held the knife to my bare skin, and I winced in pain as she tore it open. I cried out, but she didn't stop. Instead, she leaned down and licked the blood from my skin, a low growl escaping her lips.
“Blood turns me on," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. "And I'm turned on already."
"Kiss me, Lysandra," Theodora orders, her voice low and seductive. "And don't you dare move."
I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Theodora's tongue explores my mouth, dominating me in a way that makes my knees weak. I felt her hand on my breast, her fingers tracing the outline of my n****e.
"f**k, you're so wet," she murmurs, breaking the kiss. "I can feel it through your clothes."
She pushed me down on the bed, her body pressing against mine. I can feel the heat emanating from her, the dampness of her skin.
She took my breast in her hands and squeezed it hard, sucking on it, making me flinch in pain.
"Do you want to live, Lysandra?"
She holds the knife to my bare skin, the blade glinting in the dim light. I nodded, unable to speak.
"Good," she says, her lips curling into a smile. "Then pleasure me."
She guided my hands to her p***y, my fingers sinking into her wetness. I began to move my fingers, rubbing her c**t in slow circles. Theodora moans, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"Faster," she commands, her voice strained.
I increased my pace, my fingers moving quickly over her c**t. Theodora's moans become louder, more urgent. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, her muscles tensing.
"Don't stop," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulder.
I continue, my fingers moving faster and faster. Theodora's moans become cries, her body shaking. I could feel her wetness on my hand, sticky and hot.
"f**k, yes," she cries, her body going limp beneath me.
"I'm going to c*m," Theodora whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Just then, a loud bang on the door made us both jump.
"Omg, and I was just about to c*m!" Theodora exclaimed, frustration etched on her face.
"Come in!" she order.
The door swung open, and Logan stood in the entrance.
"King Nasir Valtor is here, my Queen," Logan announced.
He says you two have unfinished business to attend to." Logan said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of warning.
“He's given you three minutes to meet him downstairs. If you're not there, he's threatened to set the palace ablaze."
Theodora's expression darkened. "What the f**k does that bastard want?" she spat, her voice venomous.
Theodora looked at me, a sneaky smile growing on her face. “You’re coming along.”
I looked at Theodora, my brow raised in surprise. “Me?” I asked, confused about what she meant. I needed to know more. She laughed softly, and that sound made me feel uneasy.
“Yes, you,” she said, a smile on her face. “I need you with me. And of course I’m going to show you off."
With a quick move, she locked the chains back around my hands, and the sound of the metal echoed in the room.
Theodora gestured to the door. "Shall we? We have an appointment with King Nasir at the council hall."
I hesitated for a minute, not sure why I should go with her. “What will happen next?” I wondered. But deep down, I knew I had to follow her orders if I wanted to stay alive.
We walked into the council hall, and our footsteps were the only sound echoing in the big space. As we got closer, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. “This feels intense,” I thought to myself, trying to stay calm.
My heart racing more with every step. We got closer to the throne, where a huge person was sitting with his back to us.
Theodora walked proudly to her seat in the middle, and I stood close to her, still cuffed with chains on my hands.
“Nasir… that name sounds so familiar,” I said, looking in my thoughts. I wondered where I could have heard it before.
Just then, the king spoke, his deep voice making everyone listen. "I'm here for my price."
“I don't quite understand what that means, King Nasir."
Theodora's voice was calm, but I detected a hint of wariness.
The king's response sent shivers down my spine. "You have something that is mine, and I'm here to take it. I've reached out to you so many times, but you didn't respond. Is that how it works now?" His voice was low and deadly, filling the room with an ominous energy.
I stood there, watching Theodora as she spoke to the king.
"King Nasir, I respect you, but I've been busy. Can you please get to the point?" Theodora said calmly.
The king chuckled, his deep voice rumbling. "Wow, you've got a sharp mouth."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he turned his attention to me.
"I'm here for Lysandra, Cain's daughter," he said, his voice low and serious.
My heart skipped a beat as I heard my name. “What did the king want with me?”
Theodora's eyes narrowed. "Ummm, you mean my slave?? Well, I don't think she's yours, King Nasir."
King Nasir’s laughter sent a chill down my spine. "Oh, I think she is. You see, I have a... claim on her. One that I intend to collect."
“What claim could he possibly have on me?”
King Nasir's expression turned mocking. “I couldn’t help but notice that you don’t seem like someone who is grieving. In fact, you seem happier than ever."
Theodora’s eyes flashed with anger, but her voice stayed calm. “What do you mean by that, King Nasir? You don’t just go around assuming things.”
“I’m talking about your father’s death,” he replied, his voice full of bitterness. I made your father win this war. All the praise goes to me. I provided the forces needed for this war.”
He paused, and I could feel the tension. “The deal was to bring me his daughter afterward.”
Theodora's face twisted in disgust. "You mean the imperial soldiers were yours?"
King Nasir nodded. "Yes, they were. And your father didn't inform you about that, did he?"
Theodora's voice was icy. "Well, he's dead now, isn't he? And I'm not handing her over; she’s mine."
King Nasir's smile grew wider. "If I may ask, how did your father die?"
Theodora's eyes narrowed. "That's none of your business. And if there's something else I can offer you in place of Lysandra, speak now or forever remain silent."
King Nasir stood up, and his tall figure was very scary. His strong face was highlighted by a half-mask that covered one side, making him look mysterious and threatening. His sharp eyes seemed to look right into Theodora's soul.
Theodora shook with fear, her usual calm gone. I, on the other hand, was frozen in fear. My heart was racing, and my breath got stuck in my throat. I couldn't move or speak. I was completely at the mercy of these cruel men.
"I'll let you get away with this one, because your dad was good to me," King Nasir sneered, "but you do not speak when I do."
"Guardssssss!" Theodora yelled, but it was too late.
"Oh, they're all gone, missy," Derek, King Nasir's beta, said with a smirk.
Nasir's gaze locked onto me, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intent. "Take her, Derek."
Derek's eyes flicked to me, and he smiled, his expression sending shivers down my spine. He reached for me, and I cowered, my fear overwhelming me.
Theodora tried to fight back, but Derek struck her, sending her crashing into the wall, which shattered beneath her weight.
"Damn, I'm dead," Theodora groaned, struggling to get up.
I was frozen in terror, unable to move or speak. I was completely at King Nasir's mercy.
Just as all hope seems lost, I heard a primal scream echoing within me. My inner wolf, dormant until now, awakened with a fierce cry: "Mate! Mate! Mate!"
But who was it claiming – Derek or King Nasir?
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