The Empress' Rapture (8 page)

“Screw them all! I’m going to have fun for a change,” she yelled, dressing. Sierra picked up the phone and called her friend Jean. Her friend knew nothing of her family’s history or their problems.

“Hey, Jean, I just got back into town and I need a night out. Want to meet at the Blue Dragon for some fun?” She searched in her drawers.

“God, yes. It’s been so dead around here this week. I’ve missed you. You were away a lot longer this trip. Did you finish the business with your family?”

“No, and I don’t want to talk about it. I had a huge fight with Dad. You know how it is.”

“Sure do. Okay, meet you there in ten minutes. You do know it’s Goth Night so wear something sleazy. Maybe we can pick up some men and finally get lucky!”

“Sounds good. See you there,” Sierra said and inched on her black leather mini skirt and halter-top. She picked up her leather coat and headed for the door.

Chapter Ten

Sierra strolled into the bar, her gaze sweeping it for her friend. Jean, a dark-skinned beauty, waved to her from a table in the back by the dance floor. Slowly, she made her way through the crowd and sat down across from her.

“So, any fresh meat out there?” Sierra laughed.

“A couple of hunks over there at the bar, but they’re with someone,” Jean yelled over the music and nodded towards the bar. Sierra cast a casual glance that way and about died on the spot. Both her mates and her great-grandmother stared back at her.

“Oh, God, give me a break! How the hell did they find me?” She put her head into her hands and shook her head.

“You know them? Wow, care to introduce me or are they taken?”

“I’m sorry, Jean. It looks like my night out with you won’t be a long one. That’s my grandmother, and how do I say this…both of the men think that they’re my boyfriends.” She moaned, and watched them make their way towards her.

“You mean you have two hunks for boyfriends and you didn’t even tell me? Oh, I am so pissed, girlfriend, but I’ll forgive you if you introduce me to any of their friends that look like they do,” Jean said and swung her braids behind one shoulder.

Sierra’s mates and her grandmother reached their table.

“Jean, this is my great-grandmother, Loretta.” Sierra waved her hand at Loretta to sit, but she chose to remain standing. “The two men next to her are Roman with the black hair, and Garth is the blond. Grandmother, Roman, Garth…this is Jean, a good friend of mine,” Sierra said not even bothering to look up at her mates when a drink was placed in front of her. “Thank you. You might join us since you’re not going to leave without me, and I’m not ready to go back,
if
I go back,” Sierra said and took a drink of the beer.

Loretta looked at Sierra’s friend. “I don’t mean to be rude, but Jean, would you mind if I talk to my granddaughter alone? Come, Sierra. We can sit at the table over there.”

Sierra looked up to see Chandler and Lucan entering the bar.

“Oh, Jean my friends Chandler and Lucan are here too. They can keep you company while we talk to my granddaughter,” Loretta turned and walked to the nearby empty table.

Lucan and Chandler pulled out chairs and sat next Jean. Jean waved her hand at Sierra, telling her to leave. Sierra smiled at her friend who couldn’t take her gaze off of Chandler. Roman pulled out Sierra’s chair and helped her up. Sierra noticed flashes of red that sparkled in Roman’s eyes. He didn’t smile, but gently guided her to join her grandmother at the other table. Her mates each took a seat next to her.

“Sierra, you know you have to come back home. All females are under attack. You must be protected. You have so much to learn and so many people who love you. I’m afraid you’re going to have to get used to Roman and Garth’s help.” She reached over and placed her hand on hers squeezing it.

“When you’re mated they’ll be able to hinder some of your powers. Mind you, this will only happen if your life is put in danger. I’m sorry, but you have to get used to this. Your inexperience could cause a problem. We want to be able to teach you how to use them without any incidents. Believe me, when I was being taught there was many times your great-grandfather took the powers away from me or I would have destroyed half of your house.” The Queen looked off into the distance, tears glittered in her eyes. She shook her head and looked back at her. “They will be rough, yet loving. Trust them.” she sighed and sat back in the seat.

“I know my family loves me, Grandmother. That isn’t the problem. I’m not a tool my father can poke at every time I learn something new,” she whispered, slumping down in the chair, feeling like the weight of the world had been placed on her shoulders. “I won’t be that tool anymore. I just wanted him to see me for who I really am. I want him to be as proud of me as he is of Lily. I have mates that I can’t even get to know because Dad will expect me to be at his beck and call,” Sierra said, looking down at her drink. She was tired, and it was late. All she wanted to do was relax, dance a couple of dances, and then sleep.

“I tell you what…why don’t you and your mates spend an hour here. Dance a few dances, talk, get to know each other. Then you can come home. I promise tonight there will be no questions. We just want you home safe. Maybe tomorrow you can work with me for an hour. We can figure out what you know and how you have Witch powers, okay?” She smiled.

“I’d like that,” said Sierra. “I don’t think I could face Father tonight. Are you going to stay?”

“No, I’m going to go back and let them know what’s going on,” Queen Loretta replied. “I’ll leave Chandler and Lucan here. I have a feeling your friend Jean might be more than a friend. Sometime soon…if my hunch is right.” Loretta looked over at the table where Jean laughed at something Chandler had said.

Sierra smiled. “She’s a good friend, and, if your hunch is right, Chandler is a very lucky man. Good night, Grandmother, and thank you.” After giving her a hug, Sierra watched her walk out of the bar.

Roman slowly turned her to face him. “I’ll only say this once. If you ever take off again without protection, I’ll beat your ass until it’s black and blue, chain you to your bed, and never let you out of my sight again. Now come dance with me, little one. It’s been a long night, and I need to hold you for a while. Garth needs some time with you too.” Roman pulled her onto the dance floor.

His alpha voice sent her nether region quivering with need. A slow song began to play in the background. As others danced to the music they moved out of the way as Roman pulled her onto the dance floor. The room was darkened with only candles and torches to give the room atmosphere.

“I’m tired, Roman, so tired. Just hold me. I feel like I’m going to fall apart if one more person yells at me tonight,” she mumbled and kissed his chest.

He smelled like the forest, fresh and clean. A black leather vest masked his upper frame with no shirt underneath. His chest, covered with silky black hair, exuded warmth. Her tongue found his nipple, flicked, and sucked on it like a baby. His hold grew tighter, and his hands cupped her ass.

“I need you bad, baby. I want to put my mouth on your juicy wet folds and just eat until I get my fill. I can smell your juices…like butter, so sweet. I’ll take that little nub of yours, stroke it with my tongue, suck and nibble while I screw your hot hole with my fingers or maybe a toy.” His voice, thick with heat, sent tremors down her spine. His long tongue licked the side of her neck and his teeth nibbled driving her body heat up even higher.

“If you’re really good, I’ll put my hand up that sweet pussy and fuck you until you beg me for my cock,” Roman whispered into her ear. He lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck. He held her still and marked her again.

“Roman!” She groaned as his dirty words heated her blood. She rubbed her hot core against his leg, needing him inside her. Sierra closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply as cool air spread across her skin. Her eyes snapped open gazing around the alley they now occupied. Roman pinned her against the brick wall and lifted her short leather mini skirt up to her waist. She couldn’t concentrate with his lips trailing down her neck. Her breasts ached to be pulled out of her black corset halter. His mouth and tongue traced one through the garment.

“You’re not wearing underwear, little one. You’re very bad, and I’m going to have to punish you for that. Spread those legs,” Roman snarled, vibrating her clit, sending a small tremor through her. His feet pushed her legs and his hand smacked onto her mound. She jumped, moaning at the same time.

“Roman, I need you to put your mouth on me,” Sierra whispered.

Roman dropped on the hard ground and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. His mouth covered her bare folds. He moaned as he attacked her nub.

He lifted his face from her pussy, staring up at her, his eyes aglow. “You didn’t tell us about this piercing. That earns you another ten swats on your magnificent ass, and I can’t wait to see it pinken from our flogging. Then we’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t move the next day. Pain will come from muscles you never knew you had. You’ll know your mates took you to the highest peak possible to achieve it.” His tongue pushed into her pussy again and again. He sucked her fluids and moaned.

His lips attached to her clit and pulled on the ring. When she thought she could take no more, Garth appeared next to her. The corset covering her breasts popped open, and his mouth attached to her nipple and pulled. He gave it the same treatment Roman gave her clit.

Sierra screamed her release as Roman pushed two fingers into her pussy. His hand made love to her hard and fast. Everything started to go black as another orgasm ran through her body.

* * * *

Roman felt her body start to slump. She’d passed out. Garth grabbed her and stared down at her body. She was the perfect match for them…so much passion and lust waited to be unleashed from within her.

“I’ve told Chandler we’re leaving and we’d meet him at the house. He knows Jean is his mate, but he won’t say what he’s going to do. He’ll follow us in a little while,” Garth stated and magically transported their mate to her room. “She’s going to be pissed that she passed out,” he whispered, slowly putting her into bed after they stripped her of clothes.

“Mom and Dad will be here tomorrow with part of the den. They’ll be staying in the rooms attached to the conference hall. We’ll stay here with her. I’ve already spoken to Sierra’s father, and he’s agreed. I wish to give her more time, but tomorrow she’ll be ours. Let her sleep now. Tomorrow will come soon enough,” Roman stated and stripped out of his clothes as Garth disrobed.

They both slipped into bed and settled Sierra in the middle between them. In her sleep, she pressed closer to Garth. Roman curled his body next to her ass, his cock aching to penetrate her.

Her father’s men haven’t found Jack or the other Trolls. It’s like they’ve disappeared. They have to be working with someone else. Trolls shouldn’t have this much power,
Garth announced to Roman as he stroked Sierra’s breast.

I have four of our men who will start our own hunt. This man will be destroyed. He’s done too much to our mate. But I believe you’re right. Jack is working with someone else.

Chapter Eleven

Her head tossed back and forth. Sierra heard the seductive sound of sucking. Someone nibbled at her breast.
What…?
The ring on her clit tingled with wetness and cool air. The tongue lashed out, and fingers dived into her wet folds. Thick fingers played and pushed into her, and another mouth grabbed her nether lips and sucked. She woke fully to the orgasm that spread throughout her body.

“Are you awake, baby? Do you feel the satin cuffs surrounding your wrists? Do you feel Garth’s fingers fucking our wet pussy? He only has three in there, baby. Relax, we’re going to break your barrier now, so you’ll only feel the pleasure of us taking you tonight.” Roman pulled her legs further apart and gave his brother more room to move.

“Zeus broke it a while ago. God, Garth, more!” she pleaded.

Both men stopped and pulled back from the bed, glaring at her.

“What? Don’t stop.” Looking up into their burning eyes, she noticed Garth lick his fingers.

“You lied. Zeus who?” Garth snarled, his fingers turning to claws. She gaped at him and then burst out laughing.

“Behind you, bottom drawer on the left.” She laughed so hard tears ran down her cheeks.

Both of them moved to the dresser. Roman pulled all eight inches of Zeus out of the draw.

“Why is there a hole in the bottom of this?” Roman gazed at her, and then at the dildo he held in his hands. He smelled it.

“Uhm, well, I kind of bought a machine to hook onto it.” She squirmed on the bed, her laughter gone, and heat rose into her cheeks. She never told anyone she’d bought the fucking machine.

“Where?” Garth walked over to her and grabbed her chin. His gaze brimmed with sexual heat, and she squirmed under his scrutiny.

“In the closet up on the highest shelf covered with sweat pants,” she whispered.

Garth strolled to the closet and removed the machine. Roman slipped the cuffs off her hands and flipped her onto her stomach. He pushed her knees into a kneeling position and spread her open.

Sierra heard the machine turn on as it slid between her legs. It vibrated her knees through the mattress when something cold and firm pushed into her. She glanced back, watching Roman push the head of the dildo back into her pussy. The machine moved slowly at first. Garth flipped the switch and turned up the speed, slapping her ass at the same time.

Jumping, she yelled, “Ouch, what the fuck?”

She tried to push up, but Roman held her down while Garth covered her eyes with a scarf, tying it. Sierra shook, the sexual tension erupting from her. Having no visual stimulus her hearing and other senses heightened bringing on one of the strongest orgasms she ever had.

“Not a word or that ball gag will go in your mouth next. You’ll take your punishment for letting us believe that nothing had ever penetrated you,” Roman whispered into her ear. He bit the lobe, and then slowly traced it with his tongue, soothing the sting.