Prisoner of Chaos (Redemption Book #4)

Chapter 31

Kyla

I'm kicking myself. I shouldn't have asked Rift to stay for a round two. Especially not when so much is at stake.

Still, this is amazing...

"How about right here, Princess?" His tongue slides against my inner thigh.

"Ah, ah, Rift, you're killing me," I moan, squirming against the rub of the restraints that tie me to my bed.

His mouth moves up and I gasp.

"Shhh," Rift growls, "we wouldn't want your fiancé to hear us."

"What do you mean?" I pant.

"I think I heard him outside the door," Rift says, rising from his pleasurable torture and bringing his tongue down on my belly before biting me lightly.

"Shit, why didn't I hear him?" I ask, snapping the restraints on my wrists and then the ones on my ankles with my beast strength. I sit up on the bed.

"Kyla, he won't come in here, he's a gentleman," Rift growls, ignoring my concern and finding one of my breasts with his lips. He grasps me by my ass, and forcefully sits me down on his lap, rubbing against me with his heat while pumping his hips up.

"Ah-h," I groan, my back arching into his delicious movement. My hips roll over his. Sooo good, I want all of his hot length inside me. "Rift, you need to..." my voice trails as my body gives in to him and I close my eyes. Shudder after shudder of bliss overtakes me.

"You're mine, not his," Rift growls in my ear, his movement roughens beneath me, and his fingers curl around the back of my neck, tightening a possessive hold on me, making me look into his eyes as I find pleasure. "I'm not sharing."

A knock on the door makes my gaze struggle from his grip.

"Rift, you need to go," I whisper harshly.

"I'm not done with you yet," Rift hisses, his brow furrowed in enjoyment.

"You'll have to take care of yourself this time," I say, and I pull myself from his lap.

"Fine, but you owe me," Rift says with a sexy grin. He gets off my bed and yanks his pants up. "You know, I can always erase his memories if he walks in on us."

"How about... not?" I say, smiling sweetly and throwing his shirt at him.

"Kyla, my bride, are you in there?" Wes calls, knocking again. "I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk in the gardens?"

"Sorry, I'm not dressed. Give me a moment!" I shout, pulling my tunic over my head.

Rift gives me a look, and counts on his fingers. "Kyla, you had six tonight and I've had one. It's not fair."

"Yeah, but life isn't fair as we all are discovering, now go resurrect an age old evil entity," I growl dryly, but musing on the thought that I'm pretty sure orgasm for orgasm during sex I'll always beat Rift.

Rift chuckles, looking quite proud of himself, and I rush over and kiss him on the lips. "Thanks by the way. For being so selfless."

"Did you notice how hard I was for it? I'm not that selfless," Rift whispers with a grin, kissing me again. "I love you, Princess."

I take in a deep breath and close my eyes, cherishing the words. "And I love you, Rift."

"Kyla, are you in there with someone?" Wes shouts, taking me away from my perfect moment.

Rift disappears from beside me. Tracing away to somewhere unknown, and leaving me to defend myself alone to Prince Wes. I'm still baffled as to what Wes was doing this morning, but Rift distracted me from elaborating my suspicions to him. Perhaps if

Rift were still here he could use mind control and get the information out of Wes.

Sigh. No, Wes is entitled to a private life, just as I am.

I pull over a robe and run to the door, cracking it open to peer at Wes. "I'm sorry, I'll be there in a minute."

Wes is dressed in his furs and ready for a walk out in the Erlund cold. He's probably getting hot dressed up like that waiting in the halls of the castle. I smile sweetly at him.

"Fine, I have something important to tell you so hurry up," Wes says curtly. He doesn't meet my smile with one of his own.

Someone is uncommonly grumpy with me.

But I remind myself that technically I was cheating on him mere seconds ago and I also have no reason to begrudge him his current frustration with the sledgehammer of information I brought down on him and his ego at our engagement party.

I told him I didn't think I could ever give myself to him. If I want him on my side I can't let him know I give myself to who he'd believe is the Dark Lord on a regular basis.

I hurry up and slip into a wool dress. Personally everything here in Erlund is too heavy and itches my skin. I understand why the thick clothes are necessary with the cold, but I do so miss a warm, fragrant breeze and all the loose, soft clothing.

I hide my wings under my own fur coat and hurry to meet Wes. I slip my arm into his. "So, Prince Wes, what did you need to discuss with me."

"We can talk on it when we're outside," he whispers in my ear. "The walls have ears and I believe you are in imminent danger, Kyla."

"Let's go then," I say, unable to stop the spike in my adrenaline and the chill crawling up my back.

We hurry down the hall and out to the gardens Wes took me in earlier. Once we're outside Wes says, "Kyla, I want you to know that I believe you aren't like the Cursed of old who terrorized Axus with their unstoppable power."

"Th-thanks," I say, narrowing my eyes. He's acting so peculiar. "What are you getting at though?"

"That despite this, you're still a Cursed," Wes says, he lets go of my arm and his hand rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably.

"Are you serious?" I ask him.

"A Cursed pregnant with a child of the Dark Lord," Wes continues.

Alarm bells are going off in my head. My beast tells me it needs to rise.

Suddenly, Wes's hand is on my neck. My beast erupts, panic hits me like a tsunami. Fire rises in my throat.

Snap.

Too late. The cold click of metal meeting metal is the last thing I hear before I black out.