Free The Spoils of Allsveil: Dark Heart Heroes #2 by S.N. McKibben Page B

the top of her chair and using my body to block the passage. True, she could turn, go around her chair, and leave me standing, but she stayed riveted to my performance. I pumped myself full force. I couldn’t stop her if she left, my orgasm had hold of me now.
    “This is what I want to do to you.” My words sounded lame. I had no other coherent sentence to explain. “This is how I want you…only you.” My breathing labored; this display was going to end in a huge explosion. Bridgette stared at my cock with a gaping mouth.
    “Kneel, Brie.” It was the only warning I could get out. Of course, she never obeyed and remained standing.
    I saw stars. My release came in a forceful wave that was borderline painful. Cum sprouted wings and landed in droplet patterns on Bridgette’s red lace dress. Stream after stream shot out and landed on her corset. Brie stood there, bathing in my semen.
    Crouching down, I let the last of the dribbles spill to the carpet. The goddess in front of me, granting me my wish, looked down at my cock. She blinked and then looked down at herself.
    “My dress!” Brie shrieked. “Aiden, my dress!”
    Ready to crawl into bed, I mumbled, “I’ll get you another.”
    My queen stormed out of the room. A pang of disappointment filled my heart. I wanted nothing more than to curl up next to her, soiled dress and all, and fall asleep. Instead, I saved my dignity, struggled to my feet, and tucked myself under the covers. Sleep came before my head hit the pillow.

9 - Alexia
    Mother peered over me, both of us looking at my face in the mirror. My eyes were rimmed in blotchy red. Two by two, tears dribbled down my cheeks and saturated my white gown. A bride should cry in happiness on her wedding day, not in mourning.
    Father wouldn’t walk me down the aisle. I refused all attempts to have someone stand with me. It was Father’s right and if his soul chose to be there with me, I’d have no other in his place.
    Carefully exposing the pieced-together bodice dagger, I slid the weapon in between my corset and my bare bosom. It had been delivered bit-by-bit inside the chess pieces, and I’d kept it these past few weeks, waiting for the right time. The blade was but four inches long. Enough to carve Darrin’s heart out.
    “Please stop trying to kill the new monarch,” Mother whispered.
    My sorrow turned cold and I arranged my face into a nonchalant mask. Mother squeezed my shoulder and sighed. “Stop the cycle of hate.”
    “Father died protecting us,” I hissed in low tones. “How can you be so spineless?”
    The former queen of Allsveil straightened. Her face soured in disdain at me. “King Fieron died because of his stubbornness. A fate I don’t wish my daughter to follow.”
    I held my tongue.
    “They will kill you.” She lowered her tone so the guards behind us didn’t hear.
    “I don’t care.” My fate or death didn’t matter as long as I got to kill him first.
    “Do you not care what it will do to me?”
    I flicked my eyes to hers, holding her vulnerable gaze in the mirror.
    “King Goththor tried to negotiate with Fieron before he attacked.” Mother lowered the veil over my face. “Just remember that before you do something rash.”
    What I forced myself to do next collapsed all my awareness into a concentrated ball of intent. I walked from my room to the chapel in lifeless fashion. The end justified the means. My thoughts focused on one thing. Kill Darrin. Everything else was tossed to the wayside.
    The crowd on either side of me. The priest. The decor. Nothing averted my gaze. My groom didn’t look back to see me as I walked down the aisle. When I stepped up beside him, he didn’t even turn to greet me. The priest spoke. Darrin spoke. I might have said something. Then it was over and he turned to me. The usual bright face didn’t greet me. His eyes were dead. I was startled, thinking I’d just married King Goththor, but reason overcame my imagination.
    Darrin’s face was pale, and