The Empress' Rapture (7 page)

“Since you’re getting your clit pierced, did you know that there are chains that go through the rings connecting the clit to your nipples? From what I’ve read it’s a big turn on for the masters on the bondage scene,” Amy muttered, stumbling into the small room.

Stripping out of her jeans and underwear Sierra spread her legs as Linda kneeled before her. The alcohol rubbed on her clit, and chills ran up her spine. Sucking in a long breath, she flinched as the needle went through her delicate spot.

“Ouch, Linda, that stings.” She turned her attention back to Amy. “Yeah, I kind of read that somewhere also.”

“Well shit,” Linda said. “Sorry, but this is awkward, you know. I’ve only done a couple of these. Now hold still, while I insert the hoop. Okay, done. Make sure you clean it well. There will be a little blood, but just keep a small pad down there for tonight. We’ll meet you in the bedroom, and I’ll do your nipples next.” Linda washed her hands and left carrying her instruments.

“So, tell me, Sierra, now that you know your men are into this kind of scene, are you okay with it?” Amy asked over her shoulder.

“I’m game to try it, but we’ll have to see. That’s why I decided to go with the other piercing to surprise the dickheads. It’s the least I can do since I don’t know shit about any of it.” Sierra laughed and sat on the bed after washing herself and pulling on her jeans. She yanked up her shirt and bra.

“God, I wish my boobs were that big, girl. All I have for breasts are nubs. Yours are beautiful,” Linda whispered, grabbing one nipple and swabbing it clean with an alcohol pad. The cold instrument lay flat against Sierra’s breast while she lined up the needle and pierced it.

Sierra squirmed in her seat, the slight pain turning her on. Her clit swelled against her panties, ready to explode. “I swear, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me. I want to grab anyone and fuck his brains out. I’m so wet and all I think about is what Garth said—his wanting to slam me up against a tree and screw the hell out of me. Right now I think I’d let him.” She laughed and fanned herself with one hand.

“It’s the mating call you’ve heard about, plus you saw what your sister went through last year and what a bitch she was. I wanted to scratch her eyes out over the things she said to you. So, how long are you going to make them suffer? Don’t forget by doing so, you’ll suffer too. Okay, all done Sierra,” Linda said and admired her work. “Look at them in the bathroom mirror and clean them up. Amy, it’s your turn.” She cleaned the gun and inserted a new needle, disposing of the old one in a sharps container.

Sierra got up and looked down at Linda. “I know, but it’s only been two days for crap’s sake. I have to wait for a little while. Guess I’ll have to pull out Zeus.” Sierra glanced at her friends and walked out of the bathroom, pulling her shirt down. Amy and Linda had grins on their faces trying to hold back their laughs and that was all it took. Sierra busted out laughing, followed by Linda and Amy. Sierra didn’t know why she named her dildo Zeus, but they all had given their toys weird names.

“Shit, Linda. I’m not as stacked as Sierra is. You didn’t have to pinch so hard,” Amy complained.

“Hey, they’re done. Stop with the bitching and make sure you don’t let Thomas know I did this. He already gives me dirty looks,” Linda mumbled and put her things away. She sat down and relaxed against the head of the bed. Amy and Sierra crawled up next to her talking about nothing and everything.

“Sierra? Where the hell are you?” Roman bellowed from below.

She looked at her friends and rolled her eyes. “Shit! Why can’t they leave me alone for an hour? I swear, I just saw him at dinner. I’m upstairs you big goon,” Sierra yelled from the doorway, releasing the cloaking spells she’d placed earlier. Closing the door, she climbed back onto the bed and stretched out, waiting for the goons to arrive.

“You know they’ll be here in a few minutes. They’ve got it bad. I don’t know if you’ll get your courting, dear friend,” Linda said with a smile and nodded.

The bedroom door swung open without even a knock.

“You could have knocked. What if we were busy?” Sierra snarled over her shoulder at Roman and Garth, who stood by the bed staring at them.

“We need you three downstairs in the conference room.” Garth’s gaze roamed Sierra’s body as she flipped over onto her back. His stare settled on her breasts.

“Oh, great, here it comes. I can hear it now. They’ll ban us from work, clubs or anything else. I bet we’ll all be house prisoners!” Amy grumbled and pushed up from the bed.

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. At least you have the bar right across the street to go to, get drunk, and dance. Hey, maybe I’ll stay at your house for a few days.” She grinned at Amy and Linda, knowing if she tried, her mates would have a fit.

“I don’t think so. You ladies go ahead. We need to talk to our mate for a minute.” Roman grabbed her arm as she tried to follow the girls.

“What now? I thought we were wanted downstairs?” Sierra yelped, looking down at the floor to hide her smile. She knew they could smell something different about her, but she waited. Garth growled and shut the door with his foot.

“Do you have something to show us, little one? I don’t see or feel a bra, is there a reason for this?” Roman grunted. He grabbed the tail of the shirt and pulled. Buttons flew across the room and her shirt opened exposing her breasts.

* * * *

Roman thought he’d come in his pants for the first time in his life. Her nipples, red and swollen with gold rings dangling from each cherry nipple, beckoned him. He wanted to pull them into his mouth and nibble. Garth moaned next to him.

He knew Sierra was nervous and holding her breath. Her gaze fixated on his shaft. He heard her thoughts and smiled.

That’s never going to fit inside me
.

She licked her lips and raised her head. Roman and Garth stepped closer. Garth reached for one of her breasts the same moment he did, touching and caressing her flesh.

“There are no words to describe how beautiful you are to us. The rings only enhance your beauty. I’ve never wanted to take a woman so hard and long as I do you right now, little one. I want to attach chains to each of these rosy nipples, use clamps on them, then nibble each one until you scream with pain and pleasure,” Garth whispered his desires. His thumb brushed across her nipple at the same time Roman’s did. He took a deep breath and smelled her hot fluid dripping out of her. Her thong would be soaked again.

“We smell your cream. Would you honor us with another taste?” Roman asked, his other hand sliding down towards her mound.

Sierra pulled back, shaking her head. “We’re wanted at the meeting. You’ll have to wait and see what surprises I have in store for you.” She grabbed a shirt from the dresser and pulled it slowly over her head, teasing them.

Garth pulled her roughly against him, conquering her mouth. Roman slipped in behind her, careful of her back. His hands encircled her, caressing her stomach, then dived for her mound where he rubbed her pussy lips through her jeans.

She flinched at the pain and pleasure that coursed through her body and broke the kiss.

“Why so jumpy when I touch your pussy? Do you have a secret to share with us?” Roman whispered into her ear.

She broke free and ran for the door.

“You’ll just have to find out now won’t you?” She shrieked as they grabbed for her, but she would have none of it. Dashing down the stairs, just one step in front of them, she made a beeline for the conference room, paying no attention to her surroundings.

Halfway down the hallway, she stopped and twirled. Every muscle in her body screamed something was wrong. She turned to her men and surrounded her mates in a protective bubble before the corridor exploded. Debris fell all around her. Roman and Garth’s screams of rage echoed in the bubble.

Everything turned black around her.

 
Chapter Nine

Roman’s rage reached a new time high. He swore his heart was in his mouth. Parts of the ceiling and walls fell around her small frame and on top of her. Roman couldn’t move the protective barrier that held them in their prison. He thought he would die as he watched her fall to the ground. Wood and plaster covered her so they couldn’t see even an inch of her body. His roar of anger buzzed through the air, and Garth’s growl matched his. They pushed and attacked the wall that held them at bay, but nothing worked. He shoved against the barrier one more time, and it broke. Both of them rushed towards the pile of wood where she lay, grabbing debris off her body and throwing it everywhere.

“What the hell? Where is my daughter?” Drake screamed, running to them.

Roman didn’t even look up and yelled, “She’s buried under here. Chandler, you and Lucan better go see if whoever did this is still out there. I think they’re gone, but we have to make sure with the Queen here, and the other females are at risk too. Thomas, get your brothers and guard the females. Kane, we’re going to need Tovar here now…if she’s still alive.”

“I swear, after she heals, I’m going to tan her hide,” Garth raged. “What the hell did she think she was doing? She should’ve protected

herself, not us,” he hissed and pulled the last piece of wood off of her.

“Will you please stop growling?” Sierra whispered. “I have a head that is ready to explode. Oh, and you could say thanks for saving your ass, you know, because there is no way you’ll be spanking mine in the near future.” She tried to smile to reassure him, but was afraid to move.

Drake kneeled by his daughter and said, “Stay still, baby. You might’ve broken something. You have a big knot on your head too.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Queen Loretta knelt on Sierra’s other side. Roman glanced up at the shimmer of Fey magic swirling around in the air. She put a small hand to Sierra’s shoulder. “She has a broken arm, leg, and a couple of ribs. Move back and I’ll heal her. Hold still, Sierra. You’ll be completely healed when I’m done, including your back. If I would’ve known earlier about your back, I would have healed it then.” She frowned up at Roman.

The Queen whispered words of magic, and Roman watched the wounds seal. Her bones shifted and snapped as they realigned and healed. Her pale features began to glow with health and vitality. Roman gazed in awe, watching new skin grow over scarred skin.

Roman and Garth eased her up into a sitting position between them. “Do we know who did this?” Roman demanded.

Sierra stared down at her feet. “It was Fey. His magic surrounded me before the explosion, like it was seeking something.”

“How do you know this?” her grandmother asked, frowning. “You haven’t been around many of us. Are you sure, Sierra?”

Sierra sighed and said, “I can recognize different kinds of magic, his level was lower than yours, but higher than mine. I knew I couldn’t fight it.”

“You can tell the difference between magic?” her grandmother asked. “I smell Witch magic along with Fey. Was he practicing both?”

“No, Grandmother. He only used Fey magic. What you smell is my magic,” Sierra said and curled closer to Roman, lowering her gaze. She’d never told anyone of her Witch’s magic—not even her father.

“What the hell? When? How did you…? Okay, young lady, you have some explaining to do, and I want answers now! Go to the hall. We’ll discuss this there!” her father commanded.

* * * *

Sierra walked away from everyone. She stumbled a couple of times walking towards the conference room, her limbs still stiff. Garth and Roman tried to hold her to their sides, but she slipped past them, following her father. Her grandmother waved her hands, and plaster gathered and slipped back to where it had been. Wood beams slid into place fortifying the walls as the mess cleared and the hallway reformed as it was before.

The conference room quieted when they walked in. People stared at them. They had heard everything. Amy and Linda ran to her and wrapped their arms around her, dragging her to a nearby corner.

“Are you okay? Don’t worry, your father will cool down if you just tell him the truth,” Amy said in a hushed voice as the rest of the family filed into the room.

“I’m fine. Grandmother healed me completely. I better get up there now. He’s glaring at me.” She left her friends and walked towards her father. Next to him, her mates frowned at her.

“How long have you known that you’ve had a Witch’s powers? When did you learn the skill level you have demonstrated, and why didn’t you tell us for God’s sake?” Drake snarled, his eyes turning red.

Sierra stepped back. She’d never seen her father so mad. “I really didn’t know I had the power until last month. I just know the spells when I need them—just like the protection bubble.” She looked at Garth and Roman, grateful she’d used her magic. “I didn’t know about it until the last moment, and the words just flew out of my mouth,” Sierra said quietly.

Sierra knew everyone in the room waited to see what would happen next.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” he demanded. “We could’ve worked with your power.” He inched closer to her, grabbed her arms and shook her.

Her face heated, and anger surged through her.
He would never do this to Lily, his precious eldest daughter.

“You want to know why I never told you?” She shook herself out of her father’s arms. “Because of this!” She extended her arms to display to the whole room of onlookers.

“Would you do this to Lily? Embarrass her, poke and prod her until she couldn’t handle it anymore? She didn’t have to quit her job, or give up her friends, and you keep doing this to me, but never once have you done it to Lily! All my life you have treated her like a Queen, but never once has she had to endure hours of training. I won’t do this again. I won’t be played. I am out of here. You can figure everything out on your own,” Sierra yelled and disappeared into thin air.

Her father and mates demanded for her to come back, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t go back. She gazed around her small cabin after she transported herself there and put a shield on the cabin so no one could enter. Her anger grew every time she thought about her father. Sierra stormed into the bedroom determined for one night to forget everything that bothered her. Clothes went flying through the air as she searched her closet for something to wear.