The spellbroken king, p.2
The Spellbroken King, page 2
Anger seeped into my veins, mirroring the fiery temperature of his body heat. How dare this demon track me down, and for what? Money? Because he’s Markus’s Bitch? This demon had no clue what I’d been through, and he had no clue what would happen once he took me back there!
Just as I looked up at him to give him a piece of my mind, I froze; my heart skipped a beat, the air in my lungs stilled, and time seemed to move slower.
No. Fucking. Way.
I saw his face. Since he joined Markus's side two years ago, he’s hidden it in every photo and public meet-up; no one had ever seen it…not until now. His hood must have slipped off when he was running, and what I saw left me bewildered, stunned, and downright shocked.
This man’s name wasn’t Shadow at all. It was…Ominous, the late king’s son. The king that was murdered nearly two years ago along with the rest of the royal family, yet here he was in all of his unholy glory, carrying me of all people!
Hundreds of questions flooded my mind: Why would he be working with Markus? Where had he been all this time? Did he know the whole nation wept for his loss? Did he know people still looked for him even today? Did he care?
My questions were cut short as those glow red eyes found mine, and I was lost to everything.
Ominous's face was that of a monstrous Adonis, with an impossibly wide jawline like a Greek statue come to life. Even though his mouth was closed, a set of fangs rested outside his lips, reminding me of how an orc's fangs might sit. A perfectly straight and broad nose sat in the center of his face. Sharp, white eyebrows sat at peaks on his slopping forehead. To top everything off, two pairs of broad horns sat proudly amongst a mess of long, white, straight hair.
I had never seen anyone look like him in my twenty-seven years of living on this earth. No one had looked so strikingly handsome yet monstrous as he did. Most demons looked like your standard attractive human, sometimes having red or ashen skin, but I had never seen one with pure black skin before. I was in awe.
The pictures I had seen of him before didn’t do him justice; they were always grainy, out-of-focus celebrity shots. He was the man of mystery, the one no one talked about in the presses. The media outlets only focused on the king's and queen’s lives, leaving their sons a mystery. Were they ashamed of him?
I couldn’t stop myself staring. I had so many reactions to this man, with more still surfacing. Fear at how fierce and mincing he looked, the lust of how jaw-droppingly sculpted he was, in awe of the golden tattoos that peeked from the collar of his shirt. This man…this monster couldn’t have been real.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the horrifying events that changed our nation forever. Before, it was a simple monarchy where the Daemonium family had ruled for…well, forever. They graced our currency, billboards, and even some of our foods. Everyone, but Ominous. But now…all that was left was him.
Noticing my silence, his eyes hardened as he studied me intently, trying to read my thoughts.
This man had not only magical powers but also powers from just looking the way he did. It was no wonder Markus recruited him. It was like staring into the face of a God, and I was merely a humble mortal to be squashed under him.
“No, retort? Perhaps I choked you too hard back there.” He gave me a half-smirk with those perfect lips, making my sex tighten instantaneously. It was no wonder he kept his face hidden, too. People would worship this man out of fear or lust. I would be doing neither, but still, I could see why.
“Nevertheless, I think you and I both know what will happen here.” He said, returning his gaze to the forest ahead.
What’s happening here? Oh, nothing, just getting annoyingly turned on by the one guy…demon who is meant to drag me back to hell.
“You’ll be returned to Ruby Falls in two days. I am assigned to take you directly to Markus Estates.” He said in a stern, flat tone as if it’s the least exciting thing he’s done all week.
His words broke whatever spell his stunning face had on me. He was taking me back to Markus, not the jail? Are you fucking kidding me? I would rather take my chances back with the overzealous orc guard than take one step near Markus again! I had spent four days in that hell hole prison, four long days being tortured, interrogated, and magically abused for a confession, yet I’d rather return there instead.
“Why are you doing this…Anyone with magic knows I didn’t take that amulet.” I uttered, my head falling to my chest. I allowed myself to feel defeated, if only for just this moment. So many things had gone wrong so quickly, so much torture and pain in just a few short weeks—all thanks to Markus, who swore revenge after my latest rejection. The lengths a man would go to because of his wounded pride were astonishing.
“That’s none of my business, little prey. I have an assignment to capture you alive and a small bonus if you’re mostly uninjured.” He cooed in his deep, rumbly voice. He really thought he was funny.
I attempted to shift in his massive arms, but he held tight; his grasp was as unyielding as stone. Maybe he was scared to drop me at this speed? No, he couldn’t be that considerate. He was just protecting his bonus money.
“I’m rather impressed you were able to escape me for as long as you did. One whole week. Impressive for a human. I wonder who I can send a thank you card to for giving you those handy Caleritas vials.” He taunted, almost questioning me.
Send a thank you card? I can tell him where to send a Go-Fuck-Yourself card to instead.
I bit my lip and contemplated my situation, trying desperately to think of how I would convince this hellspawn to let me go. Money? Fist fight? Seduction? Sneaking away? That lasted one sounded the most viable.
Heat flushed my cheeks as I remembered what Ominous said before I passed out. “Your arousal smells so…enticing. Begging for me without words.” Maybe…seduction could work? Who was I joking? I could try to seduce a lamp post, and it would somehow find a way to crawl away from me, cringing. I’ve spent most of my life trying to keep a roof over my half-sister’s head after my dad died; I had no time to date, let alone learn the fine feminine art of seduction.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters, but none of them ever end with the infamous ‘home run.’ By standard definition, I was a 27-year-old virgin. If you count fingering, masturbating, getting eaten out, or sucking off a few kin folks as sex, then I wasn’t.
Every time I got close to home base, fate would somehow intervene, like a tree falling on my car interrupting my ex-orc boyfriend Bruce before he could put it in, or that one time I had a one-night-almost-stand with a vampire who came as soon as I pulled my pants down. He ran away embarrassed moments later while I was left to clean the cum from my eyes. I swear I was cursed to never have an actual dick inside me. Maybe I should talk to Gretta about breaking that curse? 'Oh, hey Gret, you should get me laid because I’m for sure cursed. Remove it.' That wouldn't be embarrassing at all.
As we came to a halt, Ominous set me down on the soft green earth, pulling me from my thoughts. We had stopped in the middle of the dense forest with the setting sun slowly changing everything around us to dark, shapeless things, aside from the few bioluminescent plants that glowed softly.
Regardless of what I could or could not do, I had a timeline. Two days. Escape Ominous in two days, then figure out what to do from there.
“Why are we stopped?” My voice was soft, not wanting to disrupt the quietness around us. There would be quite a few predators out right now, hunting for their meal of the day. I had seen a few in my week's travel here and wasn’t about to draw any attention to us. Though, I probably should be more concerned about the predator looking down at me now.
“We are camping here for the evening.” He replied before moving a few feet away to reveal what I presumed was a cave I hadn’t noticed earlier. All I saw was a giant hole of blackness, but I’m sure he could see more, being a demon and all. Being a human in a world entire of magical beings had many, many disadvantages.
Loudly, Ominous clapped, causing a burst of thick, almost gloopy flame to appear in one palm, illuminating the cavernous rock and scaring me in the process.
I mentally eye-rolled at the demon, so much for being quiet.
Apart from me was intrigued at the magic he was performing. Everyone’s magic energies were a little bit different from each other’s. Some glowed red, some shimmered, and apparently, Ominous’s hung heavy and oozed out of him. My mind wandered dangerously at my own choice of words.
I’m sure his magic wasn’t the only thing that hung heavy…Nope, do not think those thoughts. He’s the enemy, he’s the enemy, He IS the enemy.
I easily broke that line of thinking by recalling the real reason I was stuck here in this enchanted forest with this behemoth of a demon.
The heavy magic spread rapidly from his hand, encasing everything around us in a soft, glowing light. Ominous eyes glowed more vibrantly as he chanted a few words under his breath.
The small cave lit up like thousands of lightning bugs flying around with a warm yellow light.
“Cool trick. Do you perform at children’s birthday parties as well?” I scoffed, needing to vent some of my feelings via the ‘classic sarcasm’ method. I’ve seen magic users make things like this before, so it didn’t surprise me.
Ominous grabbed my arm abruptly, pulling me to my shaky feet and into the cave. At least he wasn’t rough like the orc from the prison was. His touch was more guiding than demanding, which surprised me a little, coming from the largest, tallest demons I had ever encountered.
As we entered the cold cave, a ripple of iridescent blue light sealed the entrance behind us, a barrier, no doubt.
“Do creatures need to disappear at children’s birthdays? Never attended one before. We’re invisible and undetectable now. Nothing can come in or…go out.” He stared pointedly at me as if challenging me. I adverted mine, glancing at the cuffs on my wrists.
Somehow, this cave felt too small. Ominous's massive form was standing too close to mine, his heat and magic making me nervous.
“Why do you even bother putting these stupid things on me? You do realize I can’t do magic, right?” I whined, still venting in my own way.
He let out a deep, long sigh as he untied the knot at his neck, causing the thick cape to drop carelessly to the ground before me. Surprised, I tiled my head up, nearly straining my neck in the process.
He wore a deep red, long-sleeved tunic that clung to his chest so tightly that I’m sure he could flex, and it would shred right off. Thick black straps clung to his waist, two of which secured themselves to both shoulders, affixing to shoulder pads on either side of his massive frame. Black pants hung at his hips with a few thick belts crossing over them. He dressed so well for a man who’s been in hiding for years.
Without me realizing it, my eyes ventured down his body, fixing themselves on the protruding bulge between his legs, and I willed my jaw to stay shut. How…how was he that big soft?!
“It’s merely a formality, prey.” With a smile in his voice, he bent down in front of me with forearms resting on either knee. If I had any sense of manners, I would have looked away, but his cock was at eye level, and I was more entranced than ever before.
Thanks to his tight pants, I was able to see him twitch, causing my core to lurch in response. I needed to focus and not think of this man as anything other than a monster, my captor, but it was so difficult to deny the attraction building inside me. What in the Gods was wrong with me? I shouldn't be this attracted to my bounty hunter!
Placing a thick hand underneath my chin, he tilted my head a little higher to meet his eyes. My heart kicked up a few beats. His now familiar heat was warming my skin.
Just for a moment, I allowed myself to drink in his scent instead of being confused by it. He smelled of nature, male musk, and a hint of sulfur. My head became just a little fuzzy from it. Fuck, why was he this intoxicating? I had never seen or met someone who got me turned on just being near me. What in the Gods was going on?
“I told you I would find you, remember?” He crooned smoothly, his eyes pinning me to my spot, sparkling with mirth.
That’s right…my dreams. He visited me several times just before I fell asleep. He made me hot and bothered then, too, but it was nothing compared to meeting in person.
“I…I remember.” I muttered weakly, trying my hardest, my damned hardest, to not feel this way toward him. Memories of what he said in my dreams tightened my core even more.
Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? Something is wrong here…
“Good.” He smirked, his thick hand slowly stroking down my bare neck, causing a shiver to wrack my body.
“When I got this assignment, I had worried it would be boring. Hunt down a human that ran away after her bail was posted. I assumed it would be too easy. Oh, but the chase my little rabbit gave was exquisite. I suppose I should thank you for that.” He said in almost a royal tone, faded, but I could detect it.
This man dripped sex appeal; his voice was laced with it. I couldn’t control my natural reaction toward him as much as a bird could control its need to fly There was a magnetism to him, an allure that called to some deep primal need within me. This had to be his demonic nature. It had to be.
With heated cheeks, I turned away from the man, hoping to quell my growing arousal.
“Glad I could make it fun for you, asshole,” I said, hoping to sound annoyed rather than turned on. All those dreams he invaded created a tension in the air that was hard to ignore. Surely, he felt it, too? Maybe he didn’t.
Didn’t most demons hold a seduction power over humans like an incubus? That was it! He had to be an incubus, trying to obtain my submission through seduction!
I squeezed my thighs together, hoping to relieve some pressure building up inside of me. I felt the dampness soaking my panties, and I hoped he hadn’t smelled it this time. I knew he would eventually; this cave couldn’t have been bigger than my tiny bedroom back home.
I could fight this. I could fight him. I won’t look at him; I can’t be seduced by something you can’t see.
A silence impregnated the room around us; he hadn’t moved or responded to me. It was a long, heavy pause, and even the flickering of the magical light seemed to freeze.
What…what was happening? Something between us shifted suddenly as a strong, invisible tug pulled us together.
Against my screaming instinct to not look at him, I had to. That strange tug commanded me to do so. What spell was he casting now?
My eyes landed on his, and time froze. Our eyes locked in a staring contest, his bright eyes reminding me of brake lights on a rainy, dark night as they pulsed with energy.
Out of my peripherals, I saw his muscles strained with the intensity of a predator ready to pounce on his prey. A thick vain throbbed at his throat while a wet sheen coated his large forehead.
Was he okay? Not that I cared for his well-being, but what was going on with this strange demon? Better yet…what was happening to me?
“O-Ominous? Are you…” My voice trailed off as he started to growl deep in his chest, vibrating the air around us and echoing off the cave's walls with eerie reverb.
He slapped his massive hand over his face, stood up, and walked away. It was like he was struggling to control his own body, like a puppeteer to a puppet.
“A human of all creatures...Fuck!” His voice came out like a choking purr. I felt the power seeping off him in thick waves. Something was clearly making him upset.
In bewilderment, I scrambled awkwardly to my feet; my hands being cuffed made the movement more complicated than necessary. With my back on the other side of the cave, fear and desire coursed harder through me. Being so close to him in such a small space made me feel like I was trapped in a zoo with a caged beast about to break free.
The moment his hand fell from his face, and we made direct, unfaltering eye contact again, it felt like something inside me broke. My mind was a vase tossed carelessly to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.
A second later, unbidden lust coursed through my whole body like never before. It was like a dam broke open, and my body flooded with hormones and need. The desire was so intense it caused me to fall on my knees, hunching over. The pain of sharp rocks biting into my skin was nothing compared to the onslaught of insatiable desire coursing through me.
My breathing became ragged, and my core was so tight it was painful. My hand unconsciously cupped my sex, like one would do if getting hit there. I felt my nipples growing hard against the fabric of my dress as wetness started to leak from my body. What the hell? I’ve never been so wet before, let alone wet enough to drip out of me.
“What…the…fuck are you casting on me?!” I panted out, my eyes trained on the floor. It took so much willpower and restraint not to look at Ominous. If I looked at that demon, I would lose myself to this lust. Is this what incubus power was like? I never knew such strong magic existed, and fuck, I felt so powerless to it. My whole body tensed like I saw Ominous’s do moments earlier.
“Oh, prey. I’m powerful, but not this-this powerful.” He, too, sounded like he was struggling to get his words out, but I dared not look up.
My pussy throbbed at his words, at his deep baritone. It wasn’t like he was saying anything sexy, but whatever magic was coursing between us made every word he said feel like a stroke to my clit.
“Ominous. Wh-what’s happening!?” I pleaded, needing…needing something. My mind became so hazy I couldn’t think straight. I let out a soft moan without meaning to. My fingers started to move over my sensitive bud, desperately trying to relieve this unrelenting lust.
This is so embarrassing, so degrading. Moments ago, I was fine, but I couldn’t breathe.
Hearing his footsteps move closer to me, I wish I could stop my hand, stop this lustful feeling invading my body like a virus, but I was too lost in it. Too lost in the feeling of wanting.
I…needed…him.
