A Rose Between Two Thorns

Chapter Four

                                                    Unknown location deep within no man’s land.

                            WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES OF A s****l NATURE!

‘My King! The prisoner is requesting an audience again’ one of the guards gasped as he skidded to a halt in the makeshift throne room, the walls stark stone, the area lit by candles and a small fire that burned in the fireplace, the only source of heat for the Rogue pack.

Bowing deeply to the strong werewolf in front of him who was sat upon a large ornate chair behind his desk, the underling caught his breath before speaking.

Looking up sharply, the King’s piercing cold grey eyes flashed dangerously as he growled in warning.  ‘Why are you bringing this to me Mercer?’ he asked coolly, his icy tone causing the Rogue warrior to flinch instinctively as he dropped his gaze in respect.

‘My King, I apologise, it is just that he has mentioned . . . her’ Mercer whispered, keeping his eyes fixated to the floor, cowering in fear as the power intensified around them.

‘What do you mean, he mentioned her?’ the Rogue King demanded loudly, his whole demeanour stiffening at the possible mentioning of the missing piece to his life long puzzle.

‘The one you seek my King, the one they . . uh . . were unable to obtain for your father, he says he has the ability to help you retrieve her’ Mercer replied, his whole body shivering slightly as he waited, unsure if he was about to lose his head or not.

A deathly silence filled the room, oppressive and dark, closing in on the two werewolves before the Rogue King uttered four words, his tone dripping with power, ‘bring him to me’ he commanded.

‘Yes, my King’ the guard squeaked before immediately turning on his heel and racing from the room as fast as he could, back to the dungeons to retrieve the prisoner for his Alpha.

‘He better have something useful to tell me, or he will wish that he had kept himself quiet in the cells’ the King growled to himself.

A light scurrying to his left drew his attention, snapping his head to the side, he growled at the tall thin woman stood in the shadows, her arms wrapped protectively around herself as she fidgeted under his gaze.

Taking in her mocha coloured skin and hazel brown, doe shaped eyes he felt a stirring of lust which he stamped down on quickly, she was not the one he needed, she was the mistake!

‘Don’t you have something to do?’ he growled loudly, causing the woman to flinch, ‘what about that pet you insisted I keep instead of put down like the mangy dog he is, have you tamed him yet?’ he taunted.

‘He isn’t a pet, he is a person’ she replied, her voice quivering but determined as she nervously pushed her jet black waist length hair behind her ear.

The King laughed callously, ‘a man trapped in his wolf form? That is no better than a beast, sometimes I feel like I am too good to you, I should have just killed him and had done’ he sneered.

‘I am thankful for your gift to me my King’ the woman replied softly, knowing that riling him would cause her nothing but pain, ‘I shall return to the cells and work with him’ she added, turning away and starting to walk down the edge of the room to the doorway.

Raising his voice, the King stopped the woman just as she was about to exit the room, ‘for your own good, don’t get too attached, once you break him out of his wolf, he’ll be placed in my army and most likely will be slaughtered in battle Rose’ he growled.

Stiffening at his words momentarily, Rose allowed her shoulders to relax as she turned back to him bowing her head, ‘understood my King’ she replied softly before she left the room.

Growling in frustration, Eric stood from his throne, he needed release. Storming across the hard stone floor, he swept out of the room and made his way to the servant quarters where the slaves lived and worked.

Slamming open the door, his eyes roamed over the terrified women who looked over at him, taking in his lust filled eyes.

A few of the women stepped forward, baring their necks to him, they offered themselves freely to him with the hope of extra privileges,

Looking over the scrawny bodies in front of him, his hand suddenly lunged out and grabbed a dark haired woman in her twenties, his fingers curling into her dirty knotted tresses as he pulled her after him, the girl yelping in pain as she tried to keep up with his strides.

Dragging her to his room, he threw her onto the bed with a snarl, ‘on all fours b***h’ he ordered, the girl complying as he pulled her dress up to reveal her rounded ass. With one finger he ripped her underwear from her body, exposing her to his desperate gaze.

Grabbing her ass roughly with one hand, he kneaded the supple skin, his other hand searching for her clit, rubbing and pulling at the sensitive area as the she wolf started to moan at his touch.

‘Yes my king, take me, make me yours’ she moaned throatily, thrusting her hips backwards as if longing to feel him against her.

Slapping her hard across the ass he growled, ‘don’t talk! I have told you bitches before to never talk to me’

Closing her mouth tightly, the slave fought back tears from the sting of the smack as she waited for the Rogue Alpha to do what he wanted to her.

Thrusting a thick finger into her opening, he groaned deeply as he felt her juices flow against his skin. Adding another, he started to move them in and out, massaging her walls as the she wolf moaned loudly, unable to stop herself.

Removing his fingers, the Rogue King quickly unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down his legs to reveal his aching erection. Grabbing a condom from the drawer beside the bed, he hastily rolled it onto his throbbing member before positioning himself at her entrance. Hesitating for just a fraction of a second, he slammed himself forward between her wet folds, eliciting a howl of pleasure from the female as he invaded her.

His eyes closing tightly, he allowed the images of the mocha coloured woman to envelop his mind, he imagined her doe like eyes looking up at him as her deliciously plump lips wrapped tightly around his c**k bringing him pleasure.

He knew that she could feel what he was doing, that in her room she would be writhing in pain as her heart was stabbed by his betrayal and the thought made him grin victoriously. He wanted her to feel this pain, he wanted her to understand how he felt every time he looked at her, knowing he could not have her.

Thrusting hard into his replacement, his mind flashed with images of the black haired girl he wished was beneath him, ‘Rose’ he moaned quietly, grabbing the slave’s hips to pound into her harder.

Every groan from the woman’s lips was Rose’s as she tightened around him, coming close to o****m, he could feel the one he really wanted.

‘c*m for me baby’ he growled desperately, reaching around to massage her nub, the she wolf screaming loudly as she came hard and fast. Growling loudly, Eric sped up, chasing his own release, his grip tightening on her hips, leaving bruises as she winced slightly.

Feeling his build up, he slammed into her over and over, Rose’s face prominent as he finally came, ‘f**k Rose, f**k’ he shouted loudly, continuing to thrust into the young woman until he was spent.

Pulling out, he fell onto the bed exhausted, the she wolf watching him apprehensively as she sat up and sorted her dress.

Looking over at her, Eric’s eyes darkened with anger, ‘leave’ he yelled causing her to flinch before standing up and scurrying from the room.

Pulling off the condom, he looked at it in disgust before throwing it in the bin beside his bed, standing up, he headed into the bathroom, turning on the shower and scrubbing his body to get the she wolf’s scent off of him. Nausea rose in his throat as images of what he had just done flashed in front of his eyes.

Turning off the shower, he quickly towelled himself dry before pulling on clean clothes, tossing his old ones into the basket for the slaves to deal with.

Opening his bedroom door, he headed back toward the throne room, passing by one of the doors he stopped as he heard the muffled sobs from within.

His heart clenched as he fought with himself, ‘go to her’ his wolf growled angrily.

‘I can’t!’ Eric replied angrily, ‘she is not the one we need, we cannot have her.’

His wolf growled furiously in his mind, ‘what if the prophesy is wrong Eric?’

The Rogue King shook his head, ‘it can’t be, the source is too credible, Rose is not for us to claim.’

‘Why do you continue to tie her too us then?’ his wolf demanded as he paced inside of his human’s mind, ‘why not release her.’

‘Because she is ours’ Eric growled possessively, ‘no-one will have her, no-one will touch her skin except us.’

‘So you torment her with your hoe’s’ his wolf snarled in disgust, ‘you let them ride you, suck you and c*m all over you whilst she feels every single thing.’

‘If I have to live with the pain of not having her, then she gets to live with the pain of me using substitutes’ Eric replied with a growl before blocking the wolf from his mind.

Turning from the door, Eric stormed back to the throne room, the temporary release he had felt already dissipated. Entering the room, he spotted his guard holding up a weak haggard individual that was shackled by the hands and feet in silver chains.

Strutting past, he took his seat, arranging himself comfortably before snapping his gaze to the prisoner who was staring at the floor, avoiding his piercing look.

Clearing his throat, Eric sneered down at the man for a moment before saying, ‘you had better have something useful to say, or I will rip your head from your shoulders,’ his sneer deepening he added derisively, ‘Alpha Nathan.’