Fantasising

~ Rhys ~

“Rhys, that was your chance-”

“Don’t,” Rhys warned his friend. The Alpha did not need reminding of what he’d lost from rejecting the she-wolf. But he would rather tolerate that than accept someone so unworthy.

A rogue! What was the Goddess thinking? They were enemies. Surely, the deity knew they'd be at each other's throats. Literally. Rhys tenderly grazed his throat, the very spot where Amira had plunged her blade. He pondered how she fared following his retaliation, his claws sinking into her flesh.

He hoped her escape was a fucking struggle. His eyes gleamed in fury. Nobody escaped the king's wrath. Yet he allowed her to slip out. It was no skill of hers. He refused to admit to it.

Baltir sighed, dragging his hand over his face and leaving it there. “The Moon Goddess will not be pleased-”

“Fuck her,” Rhys growled his blasphemy. “What has she done for me and my family?”

“You shouldn’t-”

“Enough,” Rhys cut off his friend again. “Send in Eden.”

His balls were still aching for release, even now. He’d never had a type before, but Amira called to him like that of a siren, and he almost fell for it. Although she was a rogue and a leader of the rebels, he couldn't deny Amira was something else. 

Rhys despised her for it. He despised his thoughts towards her. It was just the lingering tendrils of affection he barely felt from the mate bond that never was. 

Baltir remained seated a moment longer, staring at him in disbelief. He shouldn't. Sure, he found his 'mate'. That didn't mean shit. Not now. Not ever. 

Baltir left him, and only ten minutes passed before Eden, the golden-haired she-wolf, arrived in nothing but a slip and a cloak to hide her ample breasts and long legs from guards outside. 

“Your majesty,” Eden bowed her head in respect before sauntering over to kneel before him. 

Rhys tilted his head back as she sprung his cock out of his breeches and got to work. Eden was the only one his wolf had yet to devour, though Rhys put it down to luck. Whenever he fancied a piece of her ass, his wolf was detained in some way, either resting after a killing spree, fatigued from lashing out at others, or, like tonight, was blocked from the poison coursing through his body. 

Rhys' hand curled around the nape of Eden’s neck, directing her mouth over his cock, slipping in deeper as he closed his eyes to feel her wet, warm mouth and slippery tongue. He imagined Amira’s lips around his cock, and thrust hard into her mouth, wanting to bruise her throat into submission.

It would be satisfying to hear Amira beg him. To feel her gagging on his member. So. Fucking. Satisfying. 

“Uhm!” Eden gagged, her nails digging into the top of his thighs. Rhys continued his savage assault on her throat until he yanked her away so she didn’t lose consciousness. 

The dark locks and Amira’s features were gone, replaced by the golden hair of Eden, a complete contrast to his imagination. “Balcony,” he grunted as Eden breathed heavily with pre cum and saliva dripping from her lips. 

Eden understood and scrambled up, pushing the doors open and bent over the smooth marble railing, spreading her legs and using her hands to part her backside. Rhys chuckled at the way his slave was eager to please. She probably thought she was special because he hadn’t killed her. 

If anything, her pussy and mouth were satisfactory to his carnal desires. Rhys wasn’t sure if he could keep up his usual form with his injuries, but he just needed a release from that teasing little wench from before. 

Stepping behind Eden, he slapped her backside before spitting on her ass and plunging his cock inside. She yelped and tensed, but it didn’t take long before she screamed for more.

Rhys found it irritating and stuck two fingers in her mouth, halting her obnoxious screams. Closing his eyes, he loathed himself and Amira again as he imagined fucking her into submission. He came with a loud growl, thinking of her sweet little body before he pushed the thoughts aside. 

“My… King?” Eden breathed, her legs trembling with cum dripping from her ass. 

Do you want me to cry, my... king? Rhys hissed at the memory.

Yes. In the most painstaking way, he wanted Amira to cry. He would find her but not kill her. No, death was too easy for what he wanted to do to her.

With a growl, he dismissed thoughts about Amira away.

Rhys would normally be at it for hours, but tonight he was quick to cum. His side was throbbing and pulsating with continuous sharp pains. 

“I think you’re getting too used to this.” He spanked Eden's backside and moved back. “Bed. You should earn your keep.”

Eden was once a Duke’s daughter, but he sold her to the king to pay off his debts. Rhys cleared the debts, not intending to even see Eden, but she’d been intent on gaining his favour, most likely because her father had a gambling addiction. She thought by serving him with good, wet pussy and a skilful tongue, the Duke and his territory would be saved. 

The following year the Duke’s estate fell, he was imprisoned, and the family’s title was stripped. Eden became even more eager to please, most likely as a form of survival and so she could remain at the palace with such luxuries. He didn’t care. As long as she didn’t annoy him and kept out of his way until he called her, she could do as she pleased, to a degree.

Lying back on the bed, Rhys watched the she-wolf climb over him. Eden proceeded to satisfy him, though it never seemed enough, and was exhausted when he finally relented and had his fill. All thoughts of Amira and his appetite dwindled. 

Sweaty and in some discomfort, Rhys passed out with the she-wolf hooked to his side, something he never let happen. But sleep claimed him before he could order her back to her bed chambers.