Chapter 80: Chapter 80

Miatta

He slips his hand between my thighs leisurely, soothing the ache there with his crafty fingers. He knows just where to touch, where to fondle until I am out of breath, gasping my release. He grins at me from between my legs, his dark eyes mirroring the desire behind them and I know I am undone...

“Mate,” he breathes hotly at my sensitive entrance and I buck in pleasure, reaching blindly for him.

“Mate!” I scream, feeling my third orgasm coming.

“Hey, wench!” a harsh voice broke into my dreams. “No screaming here. Keep your grubby mouth shut or I will stuff my phallus in it!”

A fellow guard snickered at his dirty joke and they laughed at me together. I had not realized that I had been screaming. I had been dreaming about the very person I should not be dreaming about. The Lycan Prince had no room in my subconscious but he kept finding his way in, creating an accommodation I did not grant. The nature of the dreams of which he featured in disturbed me greatly because they manifested physically on me. My nipples stood painfully erect and I was damp at my privates. I had just days before the end of my heat period and I was becoming desperate. The heat period was easier on wolves who had found their mates but for me, it was hell getting by day by day.

We have a mate, my wolf spitefully reminded me. She had accepted the Lycan Prince but I couldn't, could I? He was the symbol of everything I despised. We couldn't be mates because if we were, I would feel it too.

You feel it too, Wolfy fired again, you are just being stubborn. She was more talkative these days and I didn't appreciate it. The collar was where it was and yet she could snark at my cowardice. Physically and emotionally, I desired him and I ached just from standing in the same room as he. However, practically, he and his father were demonic monsters who went from pack to pack, troubling them and gathering spoils. I had to leave before I winded up dead one day. The impregnable walls must have some weakness and I could not find it locked up in a dirty, old cell. I was delirious with hunger also and I was not one to work on an empty stomach.

I sat on my haunches, listening to the sounds from outside. The other slaves were up and about their business. The night rain had ended, allowing the sun to penetrate through the dark clouds that hung still. The guard in charge of watching over inmates was discussing with his friend, jangling his bunch of keys noisily in intervals.

“Just three days remaining and I won't be stuck here, watching these lowlifes decay. The festival promises to be wonderful as always.” He chuckled deeply and smacked his big lips in anticipation.

“The waiting is always hard on me. The slaves will be put on display and Goddess knows, they won't be able to resist us after being starved from copulation for so long. I plan to take at least three to bed everyday while the festival lasts.” Together, they laughed again, keys jangling in between.

“Today's contest however should kickstart the event. Athena is putting up a fuss as always, pestering woman and sadly this year, the King has given her a listening ear. The slaves will be dressed during the dance.”

It turned out that I didn't need to be out in the sun to gather information. The conversation between the two lascivious warriors was rich in gossip. The Moon Festival was in three days and there was to be a dance contest among the slaves, possibly a form of entertainment. I sighed at first, relieved that I would not be a part of the shameful contest but immediately, I remembered the friends I had made in the dark room. They would be put on display, with or without their consent. Suddenly, I felt a presence and a delicious aroma followed, holding me to my knees.

“My Lord,” the warriors echoed, falling to their knees and at once, I knew who it was.

Lucas

“Rise,” was all I said and they scrambled to their feet, bowing in respect. Ryker stood behind me silently but his presence was enough to remind me that he was there.

“My Lord, I am the Keeper of the Keys. Is there anything you need?” Oben, a warrior asked, hoping to win my favour.

“My Lord needs your keys. Hand them over and take your gossiping somewhere else,” Ryker replied on my behalf, opening his palm flat to receive the keys. Oben frowned and exchanged looks with Ryker briefly before relinquishing his pride to my guard. We moved along to where Miatta sat in the middle of her cell, giving us her back. Her hair was a mess, dark tresses spilling down her shoulders in a disorderly yet attractive manner. Everything about her called to me and I wanted to feel her hazel orbs on me.

Ryker unlocked the rusty door but remained outside to allow me have some privacy with my mate. My mate. It was strange how I no longer thought of her as Miatta, the proud princess but as my Goddess-given mate. Strange indeed.

“Hello, Miatta,” was all that came to mind, another strange occurrence. Usually, it was the female that was short of words whenever I was in the room. She sighed and straightened her back, her shoulders relaxed.

“If you expect me to fall to my knees at your arrival, you are in the wrong cell.” Her voice was husky and low, underlining her words with confidence. That voice was not meant for threatening; it was supposed to be heard between my sheets, very early in the morning, just before I pulled her under for another round. Goddess, my head was turned to porridge when it came to Miatta.

“You are in luck. Mates are not expected to pay homage to their mates on their knees like mere servants. However, it is neither discouraged nor enforced. It’s a matter of choice.” She didn't move an inch while I encircled her until I stood before her. She lifted her eyes to mine, stubbornly fixing her gaze. She was the one sitting yet I felt like she was the one staring me down.

“Why are you here, My Lord?” she asked, lifting a mocking brow. “Obviously, you are not here to fraternize with a common slave. It would be best if you state your business and be on your way. You are invading on my space.”

She sounded so calm and relaxed as she spoke while I was aching to touch her. I wanted to rumple her control and I knew just how to do it. I slipped to the floor beside her and I saw the visible change in her demeanour. She inhaled sharply and tried to move away from me subtly but I caught her wrist in mine. I kissed the hollow of her palm, licking the lines of her hand and keeping tabs on her reaction. She shut her eyes and licked her lips hungrily, grinding her thighs together.

“You are my business, Miatta, my most important business.”