Lycan King’s Captives novel Chapter 6

Hours pass, and Xandros does not return. After a while, I don’t think he will, at least not tonight.

He’s probably with his wife. He has a wife…

I am still trying to figure out how I fit into this situation. Why torture someone and expect them to watch you be with another?

I am about to recheck the windows and see if I can get one to open; I’ve been trying in vain for hours, each one has some key lock on them. And I can’t find a key anywhere. The glass also isn’t glass, it seems to be hard Perspex. Rechecking the largest window, I hear the door handle rattle. My breath lodges in my throat as I peer over at the door. Racing back to the bed, I quickly sit.

My heart beats like a drum as the doors slowly open. Some part of me is stupidly excited, hoping it is Xandros. However, it seems to be one of the castle servants. The young female servant is about my age, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. She is wearing a navy dress with a white apron, and she has a warm, friendly demeanor.

“King Xandros said he couldn’t return for dinner. So he asked me to bring some food for you.” She uses her hips to hold the door open before grabbing a tray off the trolley. She comes in carrying a tray of food and drinks and smiles at me as she places it on the table and returns to her trolley.

“I’ve also come with some clothes; the king said you had nothing to wear,” she tells me, grabbing a few black bags from a boutique store I’ve seen in the city. She sets the bags at the end of the bed.

“Where is the king?” I ask her, and she pauses.

“With Princess Dresden,” the woman remarks. Her tone of voice is sour, which gives me the impression the princess isn’t liked by her.

“Did the king say when he would return?” I ask her, moving to the table where she set the tray of food. Glancing down at the silver tray, there is an array of food, including an exquisite salad, a bowl of steamed vegetables, a small plate of roasted potatoes, a chicken dish, and a freshly baked mini-loaf of bread. For dessert, there was a selection of fruits, a bowl of custard, and a chocolate mousse. The drinks accompanying the meal included a bottle of red wine and a pitcher of sparkling water.

“The king wasn’t sure what you would like, so we brought a bit of everything for you. I will set some drinks in the fridge for you and also a platter full of cheeses and meats.” She grabs another tray off the trolley and a small bucket with ice in it before moving toward a wall by the closet. I never saw a fridge here. She then presses on the panel by the walk-in closet, and the wall presses in. She then slides a door open, and I find a small bar area. I blink at her, having not noticed the fake wall panel. She puts everything away and then closes the sliding door and wanders into the bathroom to collect the wet towels and dirty laundry.

My eyes go to the open door. Before I can even think of making a move for it, she returns, dropping the dirty laundry into a basket beneath the trolley. She then grabs some extra towels and toiletries and restocks the bathroom.

“What is your name?” I ask her as she comes out again. “Darcy, ma’am,” she tells me with a warm smile.

“No need to call me ma’am; I’m Sienna,” I tell her. She smiles and nods.

“Well, if you need anything else, you can call down on the phone that’s in the bar area. The numbers are listed on the small panel on the wall for the kitchen and staff. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” She then walks back toward the door, retrieving her keys, and I know she is about to lock me back in.

“Actually…” Darcy stops and looks back at me.

“I don’t suppose you could help me with the windows. I have been trying to let some air in. The room is pretty stagnant—dusty from being locked up.”

“Certainly,” she smiles, wandering over to the large windows. She uses her keys to unlock the window and pushes it open. She then turns and smiles.

“Call down if you need anything else,” she tells me before making her way back to the door. She then shuts the door and locks it.

Darcy unlocked the window. I blink at it. She just unlocked the window but locked the door. Did she not see an error in her actions, or did she think it wouldn’t matter since I am human and the drop below would be instant death?

She clearly misjudged my determination to get out of here. I am willing to risk death if it means not being subjected to spending the rest of my life with King Xandros and his bitch of a wife. Fuck his mate bond. Ever since he marked me, I have felt fine, with no signs of a fever.

Moving to the bags of clothes, I dig through them, finding some dark blue jeans, a shirt, and a hoodie. There are also pajamas and undergarments; I grab the undergarments and blanch at the tiny pieces of sheer fabric.

Exactly what is this supposed to cover?

I hold up the sheer fabric that resembles string for how tiny the underwear is. Shaking my head, I pick up the see-through bra. At least I can wear this, and no one would see it. Digging through the last bag, I find a pair of flats and some socks, and also a pair of slippers. Snatching up the socks and flats, I groan, grabbing the small lace wedgie maker, too, deciding to put it on, anyway.

I slip them on and sigh in relief. They were snug but comfortable. I grab my shirt and jeans then head over to the window with my shoes. Sitting on the window ledge, I slip my shoes on and look out the window—big mistake. Never look down. Now I have; I feel nauseous. The fall isn’t a mere two-story drop, it’s more like four. Peering around, I look for a way down, spotting some vines that sliver and creep along the stone walls. I tug on one, and it breaks away easily.

Well, I won’t be Tarzaning it out of here. I’m glad I tested it before I just climbed out and grabbed one. I look for another way to climb down when I come across the trellis, a deciduous climbing vine creeping along it with white and pink blooming buds.

I smile; that’s my way out. There is just one problem. It’s out of reach, and still the best chance I have. Climbing onto the ledge, I step out, balancing on my toes as I creep along the ledge, ensuring I keep a grip on the window. I stretch my fingertips grazing the trellis. I step a little closer, one foot dangling off the ledge as I stretch my arm.

My heart beats erratically as I wrap my fingers around the trellis, and I let out a breath. However, just as I let go of the window, a hand wraps around my wrist. I am ripped back inside the window and tossed to the ground. A squeak leaves my lips, and my hip aches from landing on it. Turning around, I find it’s Xandros. He slams the window shut while panic grips me, and I back away from him when he turns to face me. He growls, and the sound makes goosebumps rise on my arms.

“I said test me. I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to,” he snarls, stalking toward me.

I scurry away, but his hand latches onto my arm. He pulls me up and slams me against the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing? Where do you think you were going to go, Sienna?” he growls.

Anywhere if it means away from him.

He grabs me. I shriek, and he lets me go instantly. His hot breath fans over my face, and I shrink back under his deadly gaze, too scared to answer him.

“Answer me!” he screams, shaking me.

“Why does it matter? You’re fucking married!” I scream back at him.

“I will not be some side whore. Fuck your stupid mate bond. I never asked for this! I never asked for you!” I yell at him before shoving him. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t budge a step, and it’s like pushing on a brick wall. Xandros growls, his eyes blazing furiously.

“And you think I did?” he snarls, his grip on my arms tightening as he pulls me from the wall and walks me backward. The backs of my knees hit the bed, and I topple backward. He climbs on top of me, pinning me to the bed.

“You think I wanted to be fated to a fucking human? To terminate my kingdom’s alliance for a mate bond!” he sneers. “I’m risking everything to be with you, and you’ve done nothing but fight me!” Does he not remember the part where he kidnapped me? Took me against my will.

“Open your legs,” he purrs, sliding his hands from my legs to my knees. His touch is featherlight and gives me goosebumps. When his warm tongue glides over my skin from my knee to my thigh, my legs fall open.

After a second, I no longer want to fight his touch. Instead, I crave it.

His hands travel back up my legs as his tongue continues to explore my body. A soft moan escapes my lips as pleasure rushes through me. My body trembles in anticipation as his hands grip my hips. He plunges his tongue inside me, and I gasp, my back arching as I revel in the sensation. My body quivers as the pleasure builds until I’m on the brink of bliss. His lips curl into a satisfied smile, and he suddenly pulls away, leaving me trembling and wanting more.

I reach for his pants, and he smirks, watching me struggle with the bond and pulling his pants down since I have no idea what I am doing. I just know I want him, need him. Some baser instinct I know isn’t human taking over me, and suddenly the tips of my fingers burn violently, making me cry out. Blood stains them when suddenly I feel my fingers cut through his flesh. He hisses, pushing them down for me, when I realize why my fingers burn, my blood staining his abs and pubic line.

I blink at my fingertips, seeing sharp claws have pushed out of my nail beds. That fascinates me for half a second when he releases himself. His cock is huge. Then again, I haven’t seen one hard before.

Some thought slivers through my head, telling me I should ask him to go slow. My body has other ideas and is acting on its own because I’m reaching for him, despite not knowing what to do with him. Xandros is quick to grip my wrists, shoving me back on the bed before crawling between my legs, my hands trapped in one of his.

“I would like my cock to remain attached to me, at least until you learn to control that,” he purrs against my lips before kissing me.

His body presses me further into the mattress with his weight. His hands roam my body, exploring and teasing me with every touch. I can feel my desire building, growing intensely until it threatens to consume me. My desire to touch him back also makes me whine in frustration. However, he holds me in place before moving a hand between our bodies and positioning himself at my entrance.

I gasp at the sensation when he suddenly thrusts himself inside me in one hard motion. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I forget how to breathe. Pain, as I’ve never felt before, slivers through me as warmth coats my thighs. It hurts… it hurts is all my brain can conjure. I can’t see past the blinding pain tearing through me as he continues to move. He thrusts inside me harshly with no reprieve, not allowing me to get used to the feeling, to allow me to stretch around him. No amount of tingles or bond can mask the pain I feel.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans against my shoulder while tears slide down my face. I want to tell him to stop, that I am choking on air. “And wet…” he murmurs when he pulls back slightly to kiss me, only he jerks away instantly. “Sienna?” he questions while I blink back tears. He peers down at me for a second and then suddenly rips himself out of me.

“You’re a fucking virgin?” he snarls, his words sounding shocked and angry. Sitting up slightly, I see my thighs and the bed drenched in blood, and so is he. I briefly wonder if I got my period spontaneously because the bed is soaked; there is so much. The pain as I move is proof that he just tore me. “Shh, it’s fine. I… I will fix it. I can make the pain go away. My blood and saliva can heal you,” Xandros murmurs, crawling back onto the bed.

My virginity? He can’t fix that now that he’s taken it. “Shh, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? Fuck!” he curses, sucking on his fingers.

“You never asked.” I whimper when his fingers skim across my core. I cringe at the pain, but the tingles return, lessening until the pain fades completely. I blink at him.

“Yeah, since you worked for Mal. I just assumed you were one of his whores.”

Did he just call me… His words burn me.

My stomach sinks at his words. He basically called me a slut. He seems to realize what he said because he tries to correct his choice of words. However, now it is too late because I slap him.

I gasp at what I did. My newly found claws, which I hadn’t realized weren’t retracted, slash down his face. Blood sprays across mine. The noise that leaves him makes my eyes widen, and I freeze beneath it.

His growl is threatening and predatory. It sends ice-cold chills down my spine when his face twists in his rage, his hand finds my hair, and I cry out when he rips my hair out jerking my head to the side. His canines extend, and he looks savage as he partially shifts.

“You were warned about pushing me,” he snarls, then sinks his teeth into my neck. My voice becomes hoarse as I scream. The sound tearing out of me burns my throat violently until the noise is barely a rasp. His teeth sink so deeply into my neck they carve into my bones, drilling into me, while black flecks flit through my vision until eventually stealing it completely when I pass out.