Seducing Anne (27 page)

“How hard would you bite me?”

“Enough the pain would melt right through you and turn into pure ecstasy. You would cry out for more,” he replied with a low rasp.

“Oh, my God in Heaven—I want that. Please . . .” She stretched her neck back, exposing her throat to him.

He nibbled his way down to her breasts, then moved his teeth up to her shoulders and decided it might hurt her wound under her arms if he used his teeth there, so he carefully removed the upper sleeves without damaging her further.

Once those were out of his way, he placed delicate kisses along her collarbones, then dipped down and nipped along the tops of her breasts.

The anticipation of being bitten seemed to have her panting and spreading her legs wide, so he turned her over on the bed and found each of the laces, using the grip of his teeth to undo them.

She whimpered when his teeth and short beard would scrape across her back or shoulders.

“Please . . .” Her voice was diffused by both their hot breaths, scattering in the air.

“Please, what? What shall I do to dismantle this flower before me? I have already taken her maidenhead. What other irreparable, depraved things must I do to fulfill her needs? Would she be a wanton whore for me if that is what I need?” He dragged the dress down her body now that it was fully loosened. Once at her firm, round ass cheeks, he nibbled them, then
swaaaat
!

“Oh God!” Her backside thrust toward him in the air.

His hand tingled. He did it again.

Swaaaat!

“I shall bind you. I shall fuck you. I shall tear into you. And you
will
cry out for more. I shall tease you endlessly until all you know is your sir before you. Understand?” His teeth dug into the upper swell of her ass.

She squirmed. “I shall do all of that and more, sir.”

“Good. You, little lavender, are quick to follow my lead. And I shall reward you for it.” He smacked her right ass cheek one more time. “Up. On all fours. I shall fuck you like an animal, and you will give in to the sensations. All of them. Tell me you will.”

She breathed out a, “Yes, sir. All.”

“Beautiful. Your ass is glowing and pink. Makes me hungry for your puss now.” He gripped her around the waist, hauled her up to all fours and smothered his face into her cunt.

Her pained erotic sounds made his balls tighten, and he almost slammed himself inside her right away. He was already so hard he could come any second.

“Quiet, Anne,” he said the moment his mouth was off her.

“I cannot!”

“Then I shall gag you when I bind you to this bed.”

She turned her head toward him. “I can silence myself,” she squeaked.

“That you can.”
Swaaaat! Swaaat!
“I know my brave little girl can endure anything.”

He gave her another playful spanking.

“Oh Jesus,” she whispered under her breath.

“Better.” He nodded.

He really wanted to take her from behind, but then he wouldn’t be able to see all the exquisite faces she made as she came, so he flipped her back over and secured her to the post on the bed.

She wiggled for a moment, but then she went motionless and simply watched him with hungry, heavy-lidded eyes.

“You thrive on this—me fucking you into oblivion. It is why you will conceive for
me
—not that bloated waste of a man this kingdom calls king.
Me
! You will swell with my seed inside your womb.”

He parted her legs, tasted her, tongued her clitoris for a few more moments and brought her to the peak by simultaneously prodding and coaxing her G-spot inside her to swell, but right before he let her orgasm swallow her whole, he surged forward, and impaled her into the mattress.

“Mine!
My
child!
My
wife!
My
Anne! I take what is rightfully mine. And you take my seed, love. Take it and nourish it. We must make a new life together.” His heart clenched when she got teary-eyed and beamed at him.

“I love you, Guy Moore—my beautiful, enthralling husband,” she said through an inaudible groan of pleasure, and then her thighs coiled tight, her pussy cinched down, and she was writhing beneath him with silent screams of ecstasy as she came undone.

That was when he crashed down on top of her and came so hard he was breathless and completely speechless.

He enfolded her with all his limbs, holding her tight as his climax faded and drained out of his groin.

She could not get away. They would find a way to leave here together and this nightmare would be over.

Her enslavement to Henry would be nothing more than a slight mention in history.

God, please let her conceive soon with my child. Let her be mine in all ways.

* * *

For the next three weeks, Guy was hiding Anne in various homes he had been securing over the last few weeks—ever since he first discovered he had to have her completely for his own.

His money was draining quickly because of their constant shifting from place to place, but it was worth it.

They were insatiable for each other, making love as often as they could.

She was happy. He was damn near giddy.

They were both terrified.

Already Henry was on the rampage, searching for her.

No matter how much Guy had coached Jane and sent her letters of encouragement, the king was pissed he had lost something he had deemed his.

Anne’s family was furious she had disappeared without their knowledge as well.

It didn’t seem to matter that Henry was getting laid constantly now, and that Jane was more his type—the man’s ego couldn’t take defeat, and neither could he admit Guy had won over Anne without force or calculated persuasion. Something the king had failed to do in the seven years he had pursued Anne and had tried to bed her.

In the beginning Guy had employed some of those two methods, but it quickly changed into something more sweet and tender. And it certainly did not take seven years to develop into something lasting and worthwhile.

They had cultivated their feelings through respect, trust and unconditional love.

Guy could barely be in the same room without telling her how brilliant and beautiful she was.

Just like now. As he thrust inside her for the third time today, he chanted about how gorgeous she was and how crazy he was for her.

It didn’t take long for them both to release seeds.

He groaned as he slipped out of Anne’s puss once they had both reached completion.

She gave a soft sigh. “You have me boneless, sir.”

He chuckled. “Good. Because I have to head to court today, and I want you here sated—unable to walk. No chasing after me. Do you hear me?”

She laughed. “Do you think I yearn for the rack?”

“No. I think you an impassioned woman full of bravery and trying to do my job. Protection is what
I
do. It is not for you to protect me. I know how to shift us back to my time, but it will require some finagling on my part. I expect you to allow me to do it without any interference.”

“Yes, sir.”

He massaged her limbs one at a time, kissed them and when she was about to fall asleep, he pulled the covers up and kissed her hair. “Sleep, love. I’ll be back soon.”

Guy smirked as he dressed and continued to grin the entire way to Henry’s court.

The moment he set foot on the king’s soil, he was accosted by several guards.

“You are here as a traitor,” one of them said through his teeth.

“Yes, and I expect you to take me to His Grace yourself so you can collect the reward placed on my head,” Guy taunted.

The guard gawked at Guy for a moment, then snapped his teeth closed. He marched Guy to Henry’s personal chambers directly after.

“What is it? It is my birthday today, and I said I was not to be disturbed!” the king bellowed from behind the door of his bedchamber.

Guy heard the unmistakable soft voice of Jane, placating and tempering the tyrant, undoubtedly in bed together.

The guard told him something, and Henry was stumbling about in his bedchamber, crashing into furniture and possibly, purposefully, breaking stuff.

“You are a dead man,” Henry said the moment he was out of his bedchamber and staring Guy down, or trying to.

Guy smirked. “Nice to see you again, too, sire.” He gave a mocking bow.

Henry’s fists bunched. “You are to be humiliated, tortured and then made an example of!”

“You could do all those things, yes—but it would be more to your advantage to prove your prowess instead.” Another haughty bow.

“I will not be baited by you, foolish man.” Henry chuffed as his eyes twitched. It was clear he was intrigued.

“I was told you are the knight to be bested in the joust. I myself also have that title from where I come from,” Guy said, quirking a brow.

“I care not what other people say!” Henry’s chest puffed out.

“Too bad. I am told Francis beckons me to France so he can claim my title as top knight,” Guy said, fibbing.

His insides clenched hard, almost enough to double him over. What if Henry did not take the challenge and tossed Guy straight into the jailer’s hands?

“Francis has not mentioned such a thing to me.” Henry searched the eyes of his various chamber men.

They all appeared puzzled, but one—just one—nodded as if he had heard talk of this.

“In a sennight, we shall be on the tiltyard. You will be my final match. I will beat you soundly after I have beaten all the rest!” Henry growled. “That will be the end of my birthday celebrations, and at that time, you will produce my Anne, or your throat will be slit on the sand and then your body trampled by my charger’s punishing hooves.”

“Agreed. Anne will be there. I will bring her myself.” This time when Guy bowed, it was with respect.

At least Henry was predictable and constant.

Henry chuckled. “Oh no, no. She will be brought back tonight.”

“No. She will not. She cannot be brought anywhere until she has healed. She is sick, Majesty.”

Henry almost whinnied like a great braying donkey. “You have endangered my beloved?”

“I have given her more than you can ever imagine.” Guy kept the smirk off his face this time—but just barely.

“Get her back to me, or you will not last more than a fortnight!” Spittle flew, and Guy settled.

“I will do only what is best for everyone.” Guy bowed, and the king flipped his wrist toward the door.

“Remove him from my chambers immediately.” Henry roamed back toward his bedchamber. “And escort him off the palace grounds.”

Guy chuckled through the corridors and laughed harder once he was on his horse.

Henry would never win, and it would be fun to beat him at his own games.

* * *

A week later, as promised, Guy was back at Henry’s court and pulling on his breast plate, preparing to joust. He waited for the page to fasten it in place. Next came the backplate.

He was already sweating under the thick padded clothing, chain mail and armor in place.

After it was secured, his gauntlets were placed along with his helmet. He was ready.

He was helped onto his chestnut destrier, Chaucey, and trotted out toward the tiltyard.

He passed by Nick and handed him a small book. “Keep this safe. It will be needed for history and for proof.”

Nick nodded and accepted it, then waved him on.

Guy was calm as he arrived out at the tiltyard.

Henry was there, already on his horse, speaking to Anne who was sitting in her box with her entire family in the stands. They flocked around her like she was a baby chick to be kept under wing.

Guy assessed the king, looking for weaknesses in his armor or horse. So far, he spotted none.

Guy smirked at Henry’s message, though. He was riding a charger—a lighter horse with better agility and stamina. It was most likely the king’s way of saying he thought it impossible for Guy to unseat him from his steed.

Well, then it would be all the more fun to watch him fly off the back of his creature.

Guy watched Anne carefully. She was composed, and it was hard to read her facial expressions well from this distance, but he kept his eyes on her all the same.

Charles Brandon rang a bell, signaling for the list to begin soon.

Henry reached out for favors to be given him, and all of Anne’s ladies-in-waiting produced one and gave it to him. All except Anne.

Jane gave him an exquisitely vibrant, lavender-colored silk.

Bold for such a woman as her, considering purple was a color reserved strictly for royalty.

Guy grinned. “That’s my Anne—
my
queen.”

He pushed his visor down, took his mark and was handed his lance.