Meet the Red Queen and her Knave.
I didn’t expect this at all, but an editor friend told me to roll with it.
Enjoy!
Shattered Wonderland
© Krystyna Fenner
Carter tapped her long fingernails against her throne’s arm. She glowered at the three idiots that stood before her. Yeah, they fucking hung their heads in shame, but that only irritated her further. “How the fuck could you lose them?!”
“My apologies, Your Majesty. I should’ve taken better control of the situation.”
She rose from her seat and descended the staircase. Her high heels clicked against the marble floor with each step she took, echoing around the throne room. The train of her red chiffon dress trailed behind her. As did her knave. He never lingered too far from her presence. “Yes, you should have, Lieutenant. Your apology means shit to me. What do you plan to do to fix it?” Something had to be done. She couldn’t allow her subjects to help strangers that randomly arrived in their land. Especially not one that could ruin everything she’d built.
The dark-haired male visibly swallowed. His gaze locked on the floor. “With your permission, we will go to the city on the morrow, roust any spellcasters, and set them ablaze.”
“That’s certainly a start.” She watched as their shoulders sagged in relief. Did they think this meant she’d forgiven them? No. Nor did it give them a reprieve. Carter summoned a sword to her hand and, in one swift move, she swung it in an arc and sliced through the closest soldier’s neck. The male’s head slid to the ground with a slight thud. Blood splattered everywhere. A few droplets landed on the deep V-neck of her dress. “Be sure you cause a loud raucous.” Her gaze flicked to one of her handmaidens. “Clean this up.”
Disappearing the blade, she sashayed across the throne room and left. They could wallow in their misery for all she cared. No one would forget this lesson. Nothing like this would happen again. Not on her watch.
“Was that really necessary, Your Majesty?” Jack asked as he trailed behind her.
“They should be grateful I made his death so quick.” She glanced at her second-in-command. “And that I didn’t add more to the pile.” Because she’d certainly considered it. It was also something she’d done in the past, but what the male presented her warranted leniency. She’d given them that.
“Very well.” He interlocked his fingers at the small of his back as they entered the hallway. “Are you positive this book is our means of escape?”
“Oh, absolutely. We just need to play everything perfectly, which means you have your mission while those idiots have theirs.” Carter lifted the thick, leather-bound book and inhaled deeply. How she missed that sweet, woodsy scent? Centuries had passed since the last time she’d seen this tome. “We’ve searched for this witch for a long time. You cannot screw this up. Do you understand?”
“I’m well aware of the importance of our actions. That’s why you mustn’t allow your greed to get the better of you.” He narrowed his dark brown eyes at her.
Halting in her steps, she disappeared the Cromwell grimoire and shoved him against the wall. Carter closed the short distance between them, wrapped a hand around his throat, and tightened her grip. “Don’t forget who is in charge. You may have found the book, but you only stumbled on it. I’m the one who got us here.”
“And got us trapped to begin with,” he snapped. “Or have you forgotten that?”
Of course she hadn’t. Those miserable witches hadn’t recognized the depth of their curse. Or how far she’d go to break it. Letting up a touch, she pressed her body flush against his, licked his cheek, and nipped his ear. “Then maybe we should celebrate. Because we’re finally getting the fuck out of here.” Between the two of them, they’d play that little witch like a fiddle and lead her exactly where they wanted her to be.
“I’m all for a celebration.” He grabbed her arms, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. With the hit, the stone bit into her shoulder blades. The sting sent a blaze of heat straight to her core. Placing his hands on either side of her, Jack pinned her in. The hard planes of his chest pressed against her tits, hardening her nipples. He fused his lips to hers, entangling their tongues.
She moaned into the kiss. Fuck, yes. His hands slid down her back and gripped her ass. As he lifted her off the ground, her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. They should take this into her room, but she didn’t give a shit if they fucked right there in the hallway. It wasn’t as if anyone saw them. The hallway remained empty save for the two of them.
Jack ground his rigid shaft against her pussy. Even with the layers of clothing between them, she felt the thickness of his erection. He bit her tongue, drawing a groan out of her. Fuck, yes, she liked it when he got rough with her. Gripping the top of his vest, she ripped it straight down the middle and raked her nails down his back. Blood beaded beneath the thin fabric of his tunic. It wasn’t enough. She needed to feel his flesh under her fingertips.
A low rumble resounded in his chest. His claws tore through the layers of her dress as he buried them in her ass cheek and dragged the claws on his other hand across the supple flesh of her shoulder blades. The burn sent blasts of heat straight to her core. Fuck, she was already so wet. How much more would he torture her before he fucked her raw?
Biting her tongue, he broke off the kiss. “A little eager, are we? Tell me, Your Majesty, do you want me to fuck you right here and now? In the hall? Visible to all?”
“Yes,” she purred. That was exactly what she wanted. She needed to feel his cock throbbing deep inside of her. Emphasizing her answer, Carter tightened her grip on his waist, rocked her hips, and pressed her pussy more against the bulge in his pants.
“Then beg me,” Jack drawled. She felt his warm breath on her neck as he skimmed his fangs along her throat. The strip of fabric across her shoulders loosened. Part of her dress slid down her arms as the front fell forward, bunching up between them and freeing her breasts.
Fuck. This dragon knew how to drive her crazy. Begging for anything wasn’t her style. That included getting him to fuck her. Especially when they both knew he wanted it just as badly as she did. She simply needed to remind him who was in charge. Carter glided her long fingers underneath his tunic and dug them into his taut back. His scales shimmered beneath her palm. “I’m your Queen. You do as I say. If I want you to fuck me, then you’ll fuck me. If I want you to take me into the throne room and fuck my pussy with your tongue, you’ll do it. Understood?”
“Well, you are my Queen,” he retorted. “That is a fact.” His deft fingers threaded through her dark locks. Jack fisted a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. “But you’re not in charge right now,” he growled. “I am. You’ll do as I say. Got it?”
Carter barely bit back a groan. He didn’t need her noises to stroke his ego. Something this man had in spades. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t answer him or follow his command. They’d played this game before. And Jack always won. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” Shoving a knee under her ass, he adjusted his hold. His hand slid under the satin and chiffon material of her dress. He skimmed his claws across her inner thigh, inching closer to that junction between her legs. “Now, beg me, my little queen.”
Fuck, she both hated and loved when he got like this. She’d do anything to get him where they both desired. Even beg. “Fuck me, hard, please, sir. Against the wall. Please, sir. Like everyone is waiting, watching, and you’re their instructor. Please… sir.” Carter bit his ear, tugging on it. “Fuck me like I need a punishment. Please, sir.”
“Is that all you want, little queen? Or do you want something more?” His thumb stroked her slit through the thin cotton of her panties.
A soft gasp left her mouth as a blast of heat speared right through her. Her back arched, pressing her pussy more against him. She didn’t think his torture could get worse. Had it been so long since their last time together she’d forgotten all the agonizing ways he could tease the fuck out of her? “I want all of it. Every touch, grip… your claws… pain… All. Of. It.”
Jack jerked her head back, drawing a moan out of her. “What did you forget?”
Shit. Two words she loathed more than anything. But she needed him with more desperation than she’d experienced before. “Please, sir. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me bleed with your claws. Torment me… please… like only you can, sir.”
“Mmm. That’s what I like to hear.” His hand slipped beneath her panties and his fingers delved into the moist, warm folds between her thighs, making her buck forward. As he drove his digits deeper into her pussy, he skated his tongue along her breast and took her nipple between his teeth.
“Fuck,” Carter cried out. Jack hadn’t eased into anything. Not that she’d wanted easy. Fire burned hot inside of her, demanding, rough, as if tomorrow didn’t exist for them. The two fingers he thrust in and out of her stoked the blaze, lighting up her synapses. She slid her hand up his sculpted back and dug her heels into his ass cheeks.
A low rumble resounded in his chest. He circled the tip of his tongue around her hardened nipple and skimmed his fangs across her breast. “So wet for me, but I think we can do better.” Adding a third finger to the mix, Jack increased his pace and penetrated her pussy faster and harder.
Holy shit, he was trying to stretch her out. As if she required the preparation for his girth. Each stroke of his fingers sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She swung her hips, riding his digits, heightening the sensations ripping through her body. Heat pooled between her thighs. Although she held the release back, it achingly sat on the edge. “May I come, please, sir?”
“No.” Letting loose a guttural growl, he raked his claws across the soft skin of her inner thigh.
The fire raging in her lower belly intensified. Her slick folds clamped his fingers, pulsating with a feverish heat. It took every ounce of control she had to stop the orgasm, demanding its freedom. Fuck. She desperately needed his rigid length to fill her up. Begging hadn’t gotten them where she desired. It was beyond time she pushed him to the brink. Carter dragged her hand over the bare skin of his waist, dropped her hand between them, and skated her fingertips across the bulge in his leather pants.
“I didn’t say you could touch,” he grunted. His fingers stilled inside of her.
“But you didn’t say I couldn’t either… sir,” Carter purred. Her hand wrapped around the hardness of his arousal, squeezing it. She knew what buttons of his to push. At this rate, he’d snap and inflict glorious pain on her body.
Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, Jack grabbed her wrist and jerked it from his shaft. “That doesn’t mean you can do what you desire, little queen. You follow my rules. Do what I let you. It seems you need a reminder of what happens when you don’t listen.” He pulled her legs from around his waist and spun her around so she faced the wall. Taking her wrists in his hand, he pinned her arms above her head. “Don’t fucking move,” he snarled.
Biting back a moan, Carter clenched her thighs and held her impending orgasm at bay. Fuck. Every synapse in her body lit up like a full moon. His rough manhandling turned the heat in the deep recesses of her core into a volcano on the verge of explosion. She wouldn’t dream of moving. Not yet.
He gripped the top of her dress’s skirting and ripped it right down the middle. It fell away from her body, pooling in a pile at her feet. Her underwear quickly followed. Jack anchored his hands around her narrow waist and cocked her hips, popping her ass out. “No matter what happens, little queen, don’t you fucking come.” He smoothed a hand over her backside as his palm connected with her other cheek.
“Fuck,” she groaned. Shit. She’d certainly pushed his buttons. All the right ones, too. Though perhaps a bit too much. While she’d yearned to have him punish her, withholding an orgasm wasn’t at the top of her ideal list of punishments.
Cupping her ass, he squeezed and massaged her backside and drew his hand back. His calloused palm landed against her soft flesh three more times with a loud slap. “Such a good girl.” Jack threaded his fingers into her silky tresses as he leaned over her. “Tell me, little queen…” His words trailed off. He skimmed his fangs across her satin-smooth shoulder. “How badly do you need me to fuck you right now?”
Her need was perilous. The way her ass stung from the spanking sent waves of immense pleasure ripping through her body. A massive orgasm teetered so close to the fringe; she didn’t know how much longer she could hold back. “Please, please, please fuck me hard, sir.” Glancing at him, Carter pushed her ass back against him. Begging for his cock wasn’t enough. She had to show him, too.
“As you wish.” He undid his buckle, yanked his leather pants apart, buttons flying everywhere, and his erection sprang forth. As Jack sank his fangs into her shoulder, he pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance and slammed into her.
Carter cried out in pure ecstasy. Her fingernails scraped the wall as she clung to her release. It threatened to erupt out of her. She didn’t give a shit that he hadn’t given her permission. That mattered little in the grand scheme of things. The longer she held back, the more powerful it would be. Though she was certainly ready for it. She rocked her hips back against his cock. Her cunt squeezed his shaft. Each stroke of his rigid length sent pleasure pulsating through her.
Jerking his teeth from her shoulder, Jack growled. Curling his fingers around her slim waist, he dug his claws into the rounded curve of her hip. Blood trickled down her flesh. Wasting no time to build a steady rhythm, he pounded into her.
The harder and faster his strokes came, the more his balls slapped against her ass. Fuck. She couldn’t hold back any longer. “Please, please, please let me come, sir. Please!”
“Fuck! Come for me!”
They both screamed at the high that ignited between them. Jack pummeled her slick folds as her pussy tightened around his thickness. A potent orgasm detonated deep inside of her and drenched his shaft. His roar bounced off the walls as a release gushed out of him, spilling down the back of her thighs. Neither of them stilled until they’d worked through their mutual orgasm. His hand came around and gripped her breast, kneading it. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t think we’re finished,” Jack rasped. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
The corners of her mouth curled into a smile as she glimpsed at him over her shoulder. “Good. Because I’m not finished, either.” They were just getting started. When they were both spent, they could take care of business and set their prey on a path, years in the making.
Nothing could stop them from getting the freedom they deserved. Everything they wanted and more was finally within their grasps. And they’d get it. No matter who they had to kill.