Captured by a rival clan, Ariana is
chained to a wall and about to be tortured. The Four Kingdoms aren’t
safe anymore. As if crossing dangerous territories wasn’t bad enough,
she is now trapped in a cave with her jailers. But they have it all
She isn’t a spy, she’s just a healer on
her way to her sick aunt. Escape is out of the question as she’s a weak
woman, yet fear twists her stomach when she realizes who will decide if
she lives or dies. The legendary Lord of the Clans will believe her or
execute her. He’s huge, he’s powerful and he has the power of life and
death over all the tribes. But maybe she has it all wrong.
captured her as she had been entering a cave she thought deserted. Fighting
hadn’t crossed her mind because, like her, they belonged to a clan. She’d been
surprised when they’d handed her over to the tribesman currently torturing her.
He’d stripped her of her weapons and tied her to the wall.
wasn’t a great thinker. He scratched his head some more, dirty fingernails
rubbing on his short hair. Was he finally starting to believe her?
the knife back against her face. She whimpered, the cold wall behind her
preventing any movement. The iron bands around her wrists struck it as he
threatened her with his blade, and the short chains rattled. He snorted at her
alarm while he applied pressure on the corner of her eye.
confuse me, wench. I ain’t nobody’s fool. So what do you say I gouge out this
little piece of you? Would you be more talkative?”
given that she’d definitely be half-blind and screaming her lungs out. A shiver
coursed through her when the long blade touched the inside of her eye.
with it. I’m your best bet, you know. He won’t be as indulgent when he gets
talking about? Why did the mention of this mysterious person make her stomach churn?
breath while the wild thumping of her heart tolled against her ears and uttered
a small, pitiful sound.
memory, would you, Blahort? When did I ever order you to interrogate
shattered the moment of torture. Her tormentor wheeled round at the sound of
the chilly, commanding voice and dropped down on one knee.
my lord. We caught her entering our caves, and I thought you wouldn’t be back
you took upon yourself to extract information out of her, because she’s a spy?”
make out the source of the authoritative voice. Tears blurred her vision, and
she wondered if the tribesman might have scratched her eye with his knife.
may leave us now.”
scrambled up to his feet. As he went past the man in the shadows, his name
clacked throughout the cavern like the strike of a whip.
disobey my orders again.”
vigorous nod, the tribesman scampered away. The big, dark shape moved forward.
Breath caught in her throat, she tensed as the mysterious man finally appeared
in her range of vision.
usual sheepskin coat clansmen favoured but his size made her pulse race. She
was tall for a woman, yet she wagered the top of her head wouldn’t rise above
his neck. Shoulder-length, straight fair hair framed a face chiselled in ice.
ran from his temple down to the side of his mouth. With eyes the colour of a
still lake on a cloudy winter morning, his gaze blew away her ability to think.
The gray eyes seemed to see right through her while an aching pulse took
complete possession of her body. She flinched, unable to meet his icy stare.
moaning from pleasure. Her back blazed with heat and her breasts swelled with
desire. She touched her side, only to find that the towel and the blanket
separating her from the Lord of the Clans had disappeared.
out of her lungs. The skin of her back prickled against his strong chest, and
her stomach tightened with want. She felt his face in her hair, his hard sex
pressed between her buttocks. So hard. So big.
much more than I should, Ariana, but I’ve never forced myself upon anyone.”
need to become slave to his passion overwhelmed her. Limbs quivering with lust,
pulse throbbing, she gasped as his confession ripped her mind apart, as his
cock stiffened like an iron bar.
seem to belong to her anymore, but to the heated flesh pushed against it, to
the powerful man who enfolded her in the clutch of his desires. A surge of
wetness pelted out of her while his voice against her ear couldn’t conceal his
out of control body pleaded to be stroked, penetrated, taken. It demanded the
thick shaft inside, rubbing, thrusting, invading. She demanded it too, and a
single word burst out of her like a long-awaited liberation.
intake of breath inflamed her, yet she couldn’t move. Eyes closed, she let
herself melt down under the touch of his hand. As if she was a fragile trinket,
he passed a gentle finger along her side, around the curve of her buttock.
Goosebumps erupted wherever he caressed her. A fierce craving drilling her
stomach, excitement swallowing her, she opened her mouth to pant.
shivered against her folds. Although he wanted her as badly as she wanted him,
he didn’t appear to be in any hurry. But the fire blazing inside her belly
needed to be quenched.
Chris Lange’s fantasy world where she lives most of the time. She loves alpha
males, badass bikers, sensitive men, hot vampires, angels, demons, cowboys,
cops, ghosts, knights and kings. She’s a dreamer and a storyteller. She writes
about love, love, love, and sometimes she leaves her characters’ bedroom door
author’s page: https://www.amazon.com/author/chrislange