“Pfft… my whores can even do better than that. Now kiss me again and grind against me while you do it. Yes, just like that. Hmm, I think I will keep you around for a little longer.”
I know you’re probably wondering how I ended up as Massa’s whore, well I’ll tell you. We discussed and err, the only possible way I could enter the palace without indicating that I’m Ruarc’s mate and Sia’s lover was to be Massa’s whore. I don’t like the idea of getting groped any minute but this is the only way. I’m wearing a black crop top and the mini skirt is barely covering my arse. Underneath, I’ve got just a push-up bra and a thong. Massa refused to give me my cloak even after I asked him nicely. According to him, it’s either this or nothing.
I kiss him again, letting him dominate my mouth with his tongue. I grind hard against him, running my hands up his hard muscles. He pulls away, tapping his chin in thought.
“Good. But I noticed you stiffened when I touched you. My whores never do that.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your whore, right?”, I bite back.
“For the time you’re going to be at the palace you will be. When I touch you, you relax into me, giving me full access to your body. If you do otherwise, they’ll know something is up and all this would be for nothing.”
I scowl. “I’m going to touch you now, so relax you hear?”
I barely nod before Massa touches me again. I feel his warm hand against my thigh and I relax, letting him touch me, and play with the fabric above my clit. I let out a small moan as he leans in, his mouth brushing the side of my ear.
“You’re doing great. A little more of this and you’ll be perfect.”
“That’s enough touching now,” Ruarc snarls, and Massa jerks away from me and I mourn the lost contact. Ruarc is standing by the trees, glaring at us both, his fingers brushing the snow off his shirt. Did I forget to add that he and Sia, alongside Cocci to give Massa and I privacy? Honestly, I think Ruarc left so he won’t snap and attack his brother.
Massa whines, “Oh brother, she still needs a little more training.”
Sia and Cocci duck out from where they were hidden in the trees. Have they been there the whole time?
“I think Crinka already gets it,” Ruarc barked. “What you should be doing right now is removing Nasia’s mark.”
Ruarc hasn’t apologized and I don’t think he’s ever going to.
My eyes find Sia. From his clenched jaw and stiff muscles, it’s obvious that he doesn’t want his mark gone. I don’t want it gone either but if his mark remains on my shoulder when we arrive at the palace, everything we have been trying to keep hidden will be revealed and I could die.
Sia walks to me. Ruarc is gazing at us in fury but he doesn’t move. He dares not to. He stops short before I and Massa let us have our moment. His thumb grazes my upper lip and I slightly part my mouth. His… his touch is soothing. His eyes fall on his mark on my shoulder and his father’s words come to mind.
“He didn’t touch you. I repeat Nasia didn’t touch you.”
I will confront him later, but now I can only soak the last moments of this, whatever this is. He strokes his mark and I let out an inaudible moan. I almost beg him to take me right here, when he kisses his mark. He pulls me in for a swift hug and tears prick at my eyelids.
Why does this feel like goodbye?
He flicks my nose, forcing a smile. “Be good.”
And then he’s gone, not really gone, just out of my reach.
Massa walks up to me at once and I shut my eyes, only opening them when he tells me it’s over. I thought it was supposed to hurt.
Cocci claps his hand.
“Can we go now? In case you guys haven’t noticed, we’re really late.”
Massa gathers me up in his arms and shot up to the sky. How the others are going to get there, I could care less.
…..
“There it i”, Cocci says with a dramatic sigh. “The home of the Icelanders.”
I stare at the open mouth of the cave that hid beneath a mountain. “That? That is the home of the Icelander? Pfft. even us wolve can do better than that.”
Cocci rolled his eyes. “You’re just saying that because you haven’t seen the inside. Honey, starting from that cave and beyond is the home of the Icelanders. We rule the iced mountains.”
I figured. “You live under the mountains?”
“We live in the mountains,” Cocci corrected.
“Of course. So, when are we going in?”, I ask turning to Ruarc.
“We will wait for a signal,” he said sharply.
I strain my ears waiting for this signal. The only thing I heard was a ‘caw’ and Ruarc moved forward, so I’m guessing that’s the signal.
I follow closely behind the men, trying so hard not to dwell on Sia’s scent behind me. We haven’t spoken since Massa removed my mark.
“Crinka come here.”
I frown at Massa’s quick command but I don’t argue. He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me flush against him. Ruarc’s eyes narrowed.
“Relax brother. You will thank me later for this.”
The cave was pitch black by the time Massa and I entered. I squinted my eyes in the dark, trying to see anything, but I couldn’t.
“Seriously?”, I hissed. “This is your home? I can’t believe Cocci was…”
Massa’s hand clamped down on my mouth. “Shh,” he hissed. “We don’t want them hearing us. And just so you know it’s Prince Cocci now.”
Of course. I didn’t say anything and he removed his hand. I think back to what he said earlier.
“Um, Massa, what did you mean by you don’t want them hearing us?”
There’s an eerie noise in the dark, and Massa curses. It must be that bad.
“Lord! Can’t you just be quiet for a minute?”
“Hey! It’s not my fault that you won’t tell me anything…”
His hand clamped down on my mouth again.
“Jesus, woman just shut up!”
But it’s too late now for whoever ‘them’ are has already heard me, and the feeble like voice that spoke next confirmed that. We’re still in the dark mind you.
“Who have you brought into our home prince? I can tell she is not one of us.”
I crane my head trying to look for who is talking but it is impossible to see in here, wherever here is.
Massa stills. “Nobody important,” he replied harshly and my chest squeezed painfully. I know he’s only lying to this voice to keep my identity hidden but what if he’s not lying? That I am nobody important? After all that’s what omegas are. Nobody important.
I might be Ruarc’s mate and all that crap, but I’m still an omega. A fucking nobody.
A single tear rolled down my cheek.
“She’s got to be somebody important for you to be carrying her in your arms.”
Hello, this guy is not even carrying me. He’s just pulling me out of reach from people like you.
“I’d rather you excuse us, Prita. I’m already late.”
“I don’t care,” the Prita girl said, her voice rising. “You woke me up. You know what happens when I’m awake. You know the consequences of waking me up.”
Okay now I’m getting scared. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
“I don’t really have the time for this Prita. Let us go.”
But she isn’t holding us now, is she?
There’s a chuckle and there’s a sudden bright light. The darkness is gone and so is the voice. It’s sort of empty save for the tombs that still had their stones in place, all except for one. And that’s where this Prita girl was standing.
Her skin is ashen. Her hair, well she doesn’t have any. Her eyes are hollow, and her face is divided in two. The left part was all fleshy but the right has no flesh and I can see the milky white cheekbone.
She’s wearing only undergarments. Her breasts are a cup away from going back into her chest. She’s skinny with a thin waist and long legs. I eye her dirty and chapped toenails. I also noticed that her tomb is a dead end to this place. I don’t dare turn back, afraid of what I would see.
“Go?”, she purred, eyes fixed on me. “You can go, only if you will leave that sweet little urchin, you got there with you.”
Massa pulled me closer to him. “Go find your meal somewhere else Prita.”
Dread filled me. Is she going to eat me? First, it’s brain eating monsters now this? Don’t I get a fucking break?
Maybe you will once you learn how to shut up.
Prita scowled. “Where exactly do you want me to find my next meal from? I haven’t been fed in six months! And your father isn’t keeping up to the end of the bargain! We agreed to be here on the account he cared for us. Do I look like I’m being taken care of Massa? Answer me!”
I noticed that she called him by his name.
Massa stiffens, then regains his composure. “I’ll talk to my father about it. But you can’t have her as your meal. Once you let us be, I’ll bring you food.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t believe you. You Lancasters are all the same. Nothing but pieces of shit,” she spits, walking until she stood before us. Her focus is on me. Purely on me.
“And why can’t I have her as my meal?”, she asks, stroking my chin. I recoil back from her touch. It felt like sand on my skin. She glares at me, but quickly covers it up with a smile. “After all. you did say she’s nobody important.”
“Doesn’t mean I want you touching her.
“Don’t be a spoilsport Massa. We can share her you know. I’ll try to keep her alive while we share.”
I want to puke. Is she suggesting that she and Massa…
I don’t even want to complete that thought.
Massa snarls. “I’m a stingy man Prita. I don’t like to share.”
I don’t think she heard him because she’s touching me again, her gaze sweeping pat my heaving breasts, my exposed stomach and legs. I feel her gaze everywhere.
“Beautiful,” she compliments. “But I still want her.”
Bitch you’re not the only one. Get in the fucking queue or better still fuck off.
And before I know what’s happening, she has me pinned against the wall, her face inches from mine. I try to move, but her nails dig into my flesh, keeping me in place.
“Don’t move,” she snarls.
Her hand squeezes my breast through the crop top. Oh Lord, she’s touching me. Where the fuck is Massa?
“Don’t touch me.”
She laughs. “I already did.”