Warlord's Ward

His Rage

"You're planning to escape?" I said in a hushed voice.

"As soon as I know how to break Baila Lae from the spell she's under. And if the spell will allow me to move her from this castle, I will leave."

"What will you do then."

"Wreak wrath on all that wronged my family." He said darkly. Making a chill course down my spine.

He means that. And I couldn't imagine that his vengeance would be a pretty thing. All that rage he harbored had a specific target he intended to execute it on.

"How will you find out all that?"

"I'll figure out a way to get the King's Book of Seals."

"He'll never let you up on that level, you're too dangerous." Even I, with my meager understanding of this place knew that.

"I know." He growled. Sounding even more frustrated for my speaking it aloud.

***

We reached his chamber, and he kicked the door closed. Tossed his cloak over the chair and began descending on me like a turbulent thundercloud.

I backed up. Aiming for the tub in the hope of avoiding the bed or the chair he'd used beneath me before.

It suddenly seemed like all the answers I'd been seeking where nowhere near worth the cost.

"Warlord, please." I pleaded. Putting up my hands to ward him off as I felt the wash tub pressing the back of my knees.

"Too late for that." He caught my wrist and wrenched me up against him. His arm circling around to pin my elbows to my sides. He stared down at me with icy blue eyes and I thought I'd never seen him look so cold.

"You're going to hurt me, aren't you?" I asked. Hating the fear that entered my voice.

He spun me around, my feet not touching the floor as he began kissing me viciously enough that his teeth nicked my lip.

I yelped and began to struggle against him. The crush was kissing.

He pulled back to snarl. "You should've never asked about my family."

"I know." I murmured painedly. Very afraid of the rage I'd elicited with making him think of such things.

And how he tends to expend it on me.

***

He walked me back to the bed and once standing next to it he reached up at the top of my shoulders and shredded my dress. Ripping it down the front to expose my body. Making me jerk forward and back hard enough that my breasts popped free of the binding. Rising and falling with my panting breaths. The brown tips puckering against the sudden breeze roving over them.

And the intensity of how he's looking at me.

After giving them a cursory review, one then the other, he roughly pulled the fabric off my arms, so it hung limply at my hip.

He took a long step closer, so we were nearly chest to chest and caught the top of my skirts. He fisted them at my waistline. Giving me a cruel look, he ripped them down the front and they wisped down to the floor in a hiss of fabric.

"Warlord." My voice cracked as I lifted my arms to cover myself.

He growled in his throat displeased both for my movements and the word I'd used.

"My name is Killian! Killian Gallion." He said through gritted teeth. "It was an honorable name once. Not something to be feared. Now."

His blue eyes flared yellow, he gripped my forearms and tossed them away from my body. Baring me to his view. Then he caught the back of my neck under my hair. Driving his face into the side of my throat and dragging it up along my ear to take in my scent where it was strong. His other hand gripped my hip almost bitingly and jerked me against him. Bringing my pelvis forward to meet his hardened length. Already straining his pants.

Oh, no.

I understood now, the anger that calling him Warlord elicited. I didn't know.

Sensing I was in danger, my desire for self-preservation surfaced. "What do you want me to do?"

"Make me feel better." He snarled. Shoving me backward over the bed.

***

I spun around and scurried up toward the headboard.

"Stop looking at me like you fear me!" He roared. "I haven't hurt you!"

But you're going to. His wrath was written over his face. His hair was tousled. Blue eyes now feral yellow.

His beast is raging.

I drew my knees up in an instinctive need to protect myself.

He stepped out of his clothes in seconds. Baring that browned, muscled body that looked like it had been carved from some sort of rock. Black waving hair brushing his shoulders as he refused to look away from me.

He crawled up the bed and over me. Reaching around my drawn legs, to catch both my hips at the boniest part. Dragging me down and forward so my back slipped from the heavy oak headboard and onto the pillows until I was on my back. My legs up. He brought his knees up to hug around my hips. He scooped my ass and lifted it to guide himself into my entrance.

"Killian!" I cried as he was instantly within me. Putting pressure against the inside of my walls as he slipped deeper until I felt him stop at a point deep under my belly.

"That's better." He growled. But he didn't sound pleased.

He dropped over me. Pinning my knees up to my chest as he drove into me. The back of my thighs thudding with every hard impact of his abdomen against them. He was grunting in raw force as he pounded my body. My ass cheeks, vibrated with each hit. His grunts softened until they were pleasured breaths. He lifted himself enough to put his hands to the back of my legs just under my knees. Holding them against me as he worked his body into mine.

Taking his pleasure from my flesh.

I yelped and found myself looking away from the burning intensity on his face.

He was right. He hadn't hurt me before. He'd told me what was happening. Prepared me for what was to come.

This is just plain taking. I found myself both angry and hurt. Wishing I'd never gone downstairs to escape and seen what was happening. Wishing I hadn't let him lure me to that room and confide things in me that made him feel vulnerable and now want to hurt me for knowing them.