A Pirate's Bounty (2 page)

Chapter Two

Orelia’s castle was warmer than the ship, by far. Even the marble floor was warm to the touch on her bruised and frozen feet, as if hot rocks had only just been removed from its surface. Yet Faryn still had the urge to rub her arms furiously to ward off her chill. A chill that she didn’t think would go away no matter how warm her environment.

The slaves were lined up in a great hall that was dimly lit with sconces on the stone walls, the wax dripping down the candles along the walls and into creamy puddles on the floor. Faryn gazed around the hall, taking in the elegant columns with vines climbing their way around the marble until reaching the ceiling. Exotic flowers and plants filled the corners and tabletop surfaces. A fountain stood in the middle of the room in the shape of a Greek goddess, looking so much like Dido, a temptress carved in marble, her beauty and sensuality emanating from the stone. Dido’s statuesque form poured blood-red liquid from a pitcher into the mouths of a carved nude male and female who knelt before her in supplication. Their bodies were connected in an embrace, heads upturned, mouths open, both receiving what she offered. Wine, not water.

Where was she? What was this place?

She recalled stories regaled to her in her youth of places such as this. Where queens reigned supreme and wantonness was a daily ritual…

As Faryn watched the fountain, mesmerized by its uniqueness and sensuality, several male and female servants, dressed in only silver-chained loincloths, their torsos bare, entered the great hall. She gasped in shock at their near nudeness, even though she herself was completely without clothes. They walked past the fountain, scooping the wine into their own pitchers.

They approached the newly gotten slaves, who stood in a row, Faryn all the way at the end as she’d been last to enter. The servants passed down the line, pouring wine into the slave’s parched mouths. When a female slave approached Faryn, she forgot about wanting to resist anything of this place and opened her mouth, greedily taking in the sweet wine. The female servant continued to pour until wine dripped from Faryn’s mouth, over her chin, down her neck and over her breasts.

Faryn closed her mouth and tried to back away but someone held her in place from behind, pulling her arms back so her chest was thrust out and she couldn’t move. Her back pressed against warm hard flesh—a male chest. The female servant who stood in front of Faryn leaned forward, her jasmine scent mixing with the aroma of wine, an exotic enticement.

But what she did next shocked and appalled Faryn—and yet her body reacted with delicious tendrils of need and pleasure. The woman nibbled along Faryn’s chin, licking the wine from her flesh, and still she moved lower over her neck. Faryn couldn’t help her shallow breaths or her wish for the woman to continue her exploration. As wanton a desire as it was she wished the woman would place her lips on Faryn’s breasts. As if she’d mumbled her thoughts aloud, the female slave’s lips brushed the top of her breast.

A soft moan croaked out of Faryn’s mouth as the woman licked the wine from her chest and then moved to nuzzle her breasts—one and then the other. The wine warmed her insides, made her loose and giddy on an empty stomach. What was happening to her was so unreal…so sinful…

The servant’s fingers danced up and down the sides of Faryn’s ribs and over her hips as she kissed the underside of her breast. The woman’s tongue darted out and traced a line around the darkened circle of her areola before flicking over the hardened ridge of her nipple.

This was wrong, so very wrong, but at the same time, felt so…wonderful.

Still she resisted, struggling against the male hands that held her in place and trying in vain to move, to turn her breasts away from the woman’s seeking mouth. But it did no good as the servant only reached up to hold on to her breasts, squeezing until a slight pain tingled then sucking her nipple into her mouth. Faryn was paralyzed with pleasure. As the woman suckled her, the hands holding her from behind shifted and male fingers slid down her body, over her stomach, to reach for her most private place. Again she tried to twist, to turn her leg, but it was no use. The woman working her breasts made her dizzy with desire and the fingers pushed through her patch of hair to stroke the lips of her sex despite her clenching thighs. A knee from behind nudged her tightly shut legs apart and the seeking fingers brushed the swollen nub of pleasure between the folds.

Faryn bucked, a low groan caught in her throat.

The fingers roved deeper through her folds and found the wet center of her cunny, thrusting inside.

“No,” she murmured.

But her tormenters didn’t listen. No one spoke. The fingers continued to thrust inside her. The mouth continued to lick and suck at her breasts. More wine was poured over her body and then more mouths were upon her, sucking up the sweet liquid and tasting her flesh.

Her legs grew weak and her knees buckled when a hot tongue flashed across her nub. Another tongue against her buttocks. Hands everywhere.

Faryn was delirious with pleasure, her eyes rolled back into her head as lips, tongues and fingers stroked what felt like every part of her body. Pressure, undeniably delicious, mounted inside her. Tendrils curled their way from her breasts to her cunny and back and something ignited inside her.

Before she could wrap her mind around what was happening, her body burst. A shriek of pleasure left her lips and her body convulsed.

Dear God, she most assuredly had died and gone to heaven, but surely heaven was not like this. No, she must have done something very bad—and she had an idea of what that might be—and had been banished to hell, for only hell would house a place such as this… And yet she found hell, Orelia’s den, to be filled with euphoria and ecstasy.

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Dammit
!

Had Orelia truly chosen so quickly?

Wraith hadn’t even a chance to enter the great hall before they were upon her, for devil’s sake!

He stood, paralyzed, and somehow able to keep his mouth closed. His gaze was riveted by the image of Faryn, her body writhing in pleasure, mouth half-open in a silent moan, eyes closed tightly as four of Orelia’s servants pleasured her. Mouths on her breasts, mouth on her pearl, fingers inside her cunny, mouth on her ass, hands brushing all over her flesh.

Jealousy filled him at the sight.

She was supposed to be his. He wanted to be the one to—

Too late. He watched her climax, her legs shaking, a moan of pleasure so hot his body reacted violently, cock twitching and a drop of cum seeping out. He’d wanted to be the one to give Faryn her first orgasm. Although how he could know she’d never pleasured herself in the dark, he wasn’t entirely sure.

As her tremors subsided, he stepped forward.

“Step away from the woman, you heathens.”

The servants pulled back, their eyes filled with pleasure. Lids lifted and a pair of startling glassy blue eyes locked with his. He clenched his teeth and hissed a breath. She was so beautiful, and to see her eyes so delirious with pleasure, a sated curl to her lips. Seeing her thus only reaffirmed his goal to have her in his bed tonight. Hell, he might take her on the marble floor of Orelia’s great hall if he had to.

“Now, now, Captain Noir. Tsk, tsk,” came the queen’s voice as she melted from the shadows. How many times had he seen her come away from some darkened corner, pleasure filling her eyes at having seen her servants bring a slave, male or female, to fruition? “Would you rob me of my pleasure so soon?”

He stifled a curse and bowed low to her. “Queen Orelia, my most humble apologies.”

Orelia walked forward, her white gown a cloud of fabric, her jet-black hair floating in waves behind her. If she hadn’t named herself queen and been called so he would have thought her royalty anyway…but of a different world. Her eyes were as black as her hair and her lips as red as the blood that he’d seen flow on this very floor. She reached him and a long slender arm emerged from her gown, a red-painted nail trailed its way up from his navel to his chin.

“I’ve missed you, Captain.” Her voice was breathy, and if it had been a decade earlier he would have melted into a sodden mess on the floor. Done anything she wanted. But now he’d grown older, wiser. He wanted his life back.

He grasped her hand to stop its traveling over his person and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles before letting it drop. “I live to serve you, Madame.”

She snickered and turned her black gaze onto Faryn, whose glassy eyes were beginning to come back to their glittering blue sharpness.

“You like her,” Orelia remarked, her chin jutting out toward Faryn.

“She has nice breasts,” he answered, not wanting to give away totally how he felt about her. “Her thighs are trim, her ass taut… An ass I could handle quite well.”

Orelia laughed, her head dipping back, exposing her throat. “You are still the same, Noir. You want her, don’t you?”

“I’ve a mind to bargain with you.”

Her sharp black gaze lost its teasing as she whipped her head toward him. “A bargain?”

“
Oui
. I thought to speak to you about it, perhaps later.” All eyes had now turned on them. If it was seen how much he wanted Faryn for himself the price would increase, or another man might step forward to fight him for her.

He was prepared to fight for her to the death, for keeping her for himself would not only garner him a warm and luscious bedmate but secure his future. But revealing such amongst this den of vipers could cost him far greater price than he wanted to pay. It could also mean the safety of the wench.

“Perhaps now, Captain.” Orelia’s gaze roved over him, and he could nearly hear her calculating mind at work.

“’Tis of no great consequence, Madame.” He shrugged, trying to keep himself looking disinterested. “Do with the slave as you will right now and I shall speak with you regarding her fate after I’ve seen to my men and myself.”

Orelia’s lips curled. “I should like to see you…do with my new slave.”

Wraith raised a brow, hiding his disgust with the queen and her ring of sex slaves. “And by that, you mean what exactly?”

The queen walked toward Faryn, who now stood tall next to the servants who’d earlier provided her with a taste of pleasure. Orelia trailed her nails along the flesh of Faryn’s chest, flicking each of her nipples. He watched hungrily as they hardened and Faryn’s brows drew together. While her body enjoyed the touch, her mind rebelled. He didn’t want her to rebel, he wanted her to want him. He pushed the thought aside. She was a slave now, she would have to do as she was bid.

Orelia faced Faryn and lifted her chin. The queen turned Faryn’s face from side to side, inspecting her. Her long red fingernails trailed down Faryn’s body and she parted the lips of her sex, thrusting a finger inside. Faryn jerked and bit her lip. Her eyes met Wraith’s and he wanted to step forward and haul Orelia away from his woman.

His woman? She wasn’t his and he couldn’t think of her that way. She was his possession yes, his woman no. That implied a relationship, and for what she was going to give him, freedom… She would have to be discarded in the end.

“You are so tight, young slave,” the queen accused. “I saw the way you reacted when my people touched you, licked you…” Orelia leaned forward, breathing in the scent of Faryn’s hair. Faryn only lifted her chin higher. “You know what I think? We have a virgin!” Orelia shrieked with triumph and turned around to face Wraith. Her eyes were wide with excitement but their depths were not filled with happiness but something more sinister. “You know what this calls for, Captain?”

He raised a brow, knowing very well what it called for. While Faryn’s features remained passive, her gaze told him something else altogether—she stared straight ahead, challenge in her eyes.

Orelia lifted the hem of her white gown and pulled it up her thigh, revealing a small jeweled dagger. “We must spill the virgin’s blood!”

Chapter Three

Faryn tried not to react to the words Orelia spoke or the way the light glinted off the jeweled dagger at her thigh.

Spill her blood? Did they mean to kill her? Was her end to be a virgin sacrifice?

“Orelia, my queen,” Captain Noir drawled out. He drew closer to the queen and Faryn watched as the other woman’s chest rose more rapidly. Her lids grew heavy. Her reaction showed Faryn that this queen was half-besotted with the captain. Noir traced a finger over the queen’s chin. “I am willing to bargain for the girl as she is. Not tattered.”

Orelia’s lip puckered out in a pout. She stroked her fingers down the length of Noir’s chest and lower still to his manhood. She gripped him tightly through his breeches. Faryn watched, mesmerized, as the flesh beneath the cloth of his breeches stretched and grew. When she lifted her gaze, the captain was looking at her, his dark eyes filled with…passion? Yes, passion. Desire.

Did his flesh grow for her or for the woman who held him in her palm?

His lips curved wickedly. Faryn gulped. He was most definitely growing hard for her.

Dear God in heaven, what was she to do?

She must escape. She glanced around the palace hall but her gaze was pulled back to the captain. He and the queen embraced, their mouths meeting in a kiss. A carnal kiss. Their lips slanting over and over and their tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths. All the while the captain stared at her. Faryn found herself licking her lips. Wishing she too could share in a kiss like that.