Chapter 172 The arrow
He breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless and red. He pulls back, looking over my body, the want, desire and list in his eyes making me squirm under his scorching gaze. A wicked smile graces his lips and in that moment I knew he was going to make me beg and oh how deliciously I anticipated his crudeness.
He came down on me, trailing his lips down from the length of my throat to my erect nipple where he sucks hard, making my back arch off the bed and my toes curl up in ecstasy. His fingers find their way to my seething core, showering them with just as much attention as my berries.
My body was on fire, his greedy lips leaving marks all over the expanse of my body. He worked on my core, pumping in and out at a rapid paste, the squealching sound combines with our mixed arousals filling the room. I was on a high, intoxicated to the point I could only feel the electricity surging through my as his fingers worked, bringing me to an earth shattering climax where I released, convulsing over and over again. I deflated, spent out.
My chest heaved, beads of sweat and tears clouded my cheeks. "Oh my" I tried to catch my breath, running a hand through my matter hair that had been messed up.
Darius leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips. I hummed, tasting myself against his tongue "Now I can leave" he smiled wolfishly, biting the corner of my lip before pushing himself into a standing position.
I sat up, pulling the silk black sheets over my naked form. I watched him with eyes hooded with sex as he pulled a tunic over his body, combing his fingers through his hair and trying to not look like someone who had brought me to my climax and eaten me out just a few seconds ago.
He walked over to me, leaning down he pressed a kiss to the crown of my head and I sighed, relishing in the warmth he always brought me "I'll be back my love. Try not to look too beautiful while I am away"
I giggled, snorting at his cheesy remarks but they did their job in bringing butterflies to my stomach.
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"You're guess that the masked archer was a human is correct" Ryker and Darius strolled through the garden, discussing the attack that had previously transpired.
"He was completely unfazed by the alpha's call and was still able to run away, but with the direction he went we can narrow down three possible towns he could be in. The problem is nobody got a good look at him, with his mask on none of his facial features that could help us catch him were visible"
Darius ran a hand through his hair, frustration gnawing at his skin "I speculate that he was not
working alone"
"How so your Majesty?"
"The arrow" Darius responds
Ryker hesitates, the screws in his head turning before he asked his next question, "What about the arrow, my King?"
"The arrow is not just any ordinary one made out of wood and common metal, it has the craftsmanship of an expert. A trained hand made this arrow" Darius places the arrow in Ryker's hand, letting him examine it.
He takes his time to look it over, observing every crevice and sure enough the King was correct, "Indeed it is no ordinary arrow and it is definitely not cheap"
"Exactly my hypothesis. You are the most skilled archer in this empire, who do you think is capable of making such an advanced weapon?"
Ryker falls into silent thought, trying to jog his memory. It had been a while since he had gone to personally purchase his weapons but he knew of a trained master who could craft such exceptional weapons, what he did not know is if his old mentor would be willing to communicate with him again after such a long time. He looked over the arrow, his thoughts being confirmed in that moment that for certain this was the handwork of a master.
"Yes, I know of someone. And he is not the type to sell his weapons to just anybody. He has a selected group of patrons who buy from him, they are of the wealthy class so it confirms your earlier thought that the masked man was not working alone"
"He must have been given aid by someone higher up who could afford this arrow and no doubt purchased more of it. To find out more we need to question the blacksmith responsible for making these" Darius concluded, confident that now they had gotten a lead that would no doubt help them get and punish the people behind all of this.
"Find him"
"Of course" Ryker bows
"But my Lord this case will take longer than the time we have left to stay here. We are meant to leave, go back tomorrow for the Royal wedding. Unfortunately this might mean postponing the wedding"
Darius turns to him, "No, we cannot afford to delay Audrey's crowning and this wedding any further. She needs to get the respect she deserves as my mate and the queen. Find a way around this, but we must leave for the wedding tomorrow. No matter what"
"The Chandlers might be the ones behind this"
"The Chandlers? But Sire they had left soon after your encounter with the Madame, although that might explain things" Ryker was puzzled.
However which way the goddess decided to take him he would go.
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"Audrey, dear?" Darius called out, walking into their chambers in search of Audrey. The talk with Ryker had gone on longer than expected and he began to feel bad and miss his little bride. As he walks in, the bed is messy, the black comforters wrinkled from their past activities. The pale skin that was meant to inhabit the sheets nowhere to be seen.
Puzzled he walked back out, asking the guards where his bride had wandered off to.
"The princess went to your study, my Lord. I believe she went there in search of you"
One of the guards stationed at their quarters door informed Darius. Confused as to why Audrey would go to his study, knowing full well she heard the guard inform them that he and Ryker's meeting was happening in the garden. Wordlessly he walked over to his study, perplexed but majorly already missing his little mate. Who knew what his little kitten had gotten herself into?
He walks in, immediately spotting her little form, cuddled up in a white loose dress that did absolutely nothing to deter his desires for her. She reached over on her tip toes, trying to read the names of the books that sat at his shelf. They must be enjoying the attention his little one was giving them. Such lucky books.