A Sinless Betrayal by Cherie Benjamin (books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

telling the gods to forever bond us together.

The crown that I am to wear is revealed to my eyes. It is a great, tall crystal headdress that matches my own wedding outfit. Rows of crystal stick straight up in the air, and even more dangle from those. It's truly the most beautiful thing. I bend down to let the Elder place the crown on my head.

I stand up straight and I look into his eyes, seeing the true happiness that harbours there. And I can't help myself when I lean forward and kiss him on the lips, longing to feel that satisfying sensation that he always brings me when his kisses reach me. The music stops abruptly and so does the chanting. Black Bear's father raises his hands up. "Har abada bauta!" he cries out.

"Har abada bauta!" the crowd screams in response, throwing wildflower petals up into the air like it's snowfall. (Forever bonded!)

Down the dirt path we walk, the crystals on my head dangling. I'm laughing, he's trying not to grin in front of the people. But the moment we're inside of the castle, he pushes me up against the wall and captures my lips, laughter in his eyes. "We're married," I whisper to him.

"You're mine," he whispers back to me, his hot breath on my neck. Already I feel like these wedding clothes need to come off and we need to take a trip to the bedroom. He senses my eagerness and kisses the bridge of my nose. "Mm, we'll have plenty of time for that later."

We sit down at the end of the great table in the dining hall, allowing the invited guests in the wedding party to come in and feast with us before throwing our marital shagali outside for the public to see.

"Try the chicken," Michelle whispers to me. "And…and put the squash and duck sauce combined all over it, it's really quite magnificent." She stuffs her face full of chicken and her odd sauce creation. Her pregnancy cravings are getting the best of her tonight.

Surprisingly I have no urges to eat chicken with duck and squash sauce on it. I lay a hand on my swelling belly and take a sip of my water. Abigor is dining next to me, laughing and throwing toasts here and there with his men.

To the food!

To the wine!

To the unborn child!

To the Queen!

All unsettling thoughts of the war drift away in the breeze of the open windows. It's quite cold out, but the fires used for cooking up the meats and other foods warm the atmosphere and push the colder bits of it away.

My plate consists of rabbit meat and chicken, fried potatoes with sweet butter, a cooked tomato with ground beef in the middle and quail's eggs. Michelle groans again in delight. "And the frog legs," she cries. "Try them too!" I watch in disgust as she lowers a cooked, slimy green frog's leg into her mouth. I cringe.

Using my fork, I stab at my tomato and tear a chunk off of it. It's very good. The cooks in Castle Rock are not to be underestimated. Abigor looks at me from the corner of his eye in a lustful sort of way. I blush under firelight and turn back to my plate. "Hey," he whispers, dipping two fingers in a red pasty sauce. "Open up and try this."

I open my mouth and he inserts two fingers covered in the sauce. I suck it off of his fingers, twirling my tongue around them. His eyes flutter and darken with the action that's not meant to be erotic. I pull his fingers out of my mouth with a pop. "That's good," I mumble. "What is it?"

"Tomato sauce," he replies. "It's new. The cook accidentally massacred a tomato, but it turned out to be a great new invention."

I nod my head and take the little platter of sauce from him. "Well, it's brilliant." I take a wooden spoon and plop some of the red sauce over my rabbit meat. "I mean, I already love tomatoes."

He gulps and swallows thickly. "Do…do you want to try some more?"

I narrow my eyes at him, a smile spreading like jelly over my lips. "Why, husband, I think we should stall that act for later," I say in a deeper voice than my normal tone. He shivers a little but shoots the lustful action right back at me.

His hot hand lands on my thigh and squeezes playfully while locking dark eyes with me, a smirk playing on his devious, beautiful lips. "If that is what you wish, wife."

"I do, husband."

I don't think I could ever get tired of calling him my husband.

He laughs heartily next to me before turning back to his food and pouring some tomato sauce over his own chicken. "Little vixen," he murmurs in his deep, husky bass. This time I am the one that is shivering.

It's a struggle for me to finish the rest of my food. I eat my quail's eggs and finish the rabbit and tomato sauce. I finish mangling my fried potatoes and give the rest of my chicken to a hungry Michelle who is desperate to have something more to pour her odd sauce creations upon.

I look up from the end of the table to see Grey Hawk kissing Arlena very passionately. My heart jumps into my throat as he caresses her lips with his tongue before delving it inside of her mouth. Heat flares in my southern regions.

I glance over at Abigor, who is also looking directly at me. "Shall we leave the table, my love?" he asks me so softly that only I would be the one to hear it.

"Oh Gods," I moan softly. "I can't take it anymore."

0o0o0o0o

Hand in hand, we bolt out of the dining hall for a quick fuck to satisfy our raging appetites. He presses me against the wall in a dark corridor, his hands desperately tearing at my silks. "No!" I whisper harshly. "I still have to look presentable for the shagali, and so do you."

He groans, but spreads my legs and reaches under the layers of silk and crystal to feel my wetness against his calloused fingertips. I moan when he inserts a finger inside of me. I can't see him very well but I sure can feel him. "Oh, fuck. You're wet for me, aren't you?" I breathlessly nod against him as he teases me, drawing his finger in and out of my entrance. He grabs a leg and hoists it over his waist. "Dirty girl," he practically purrs at me. "You're so ready for me."

"Oh yes!" I can't help my breathless reply. "Just…please. I need you now, fuck me." I press myself against his chiselled body. He removes his finger from my heat, spreading my juices onto his lips.

"Taste yourself," he commands, going to kiss me. When he mentions that I taste like honey, I know that it's a sincere fact. His tongue flickers in and out of my mouth as he removes his hard member from his pants and rubs the head against my sweet spot. "Tell me how you want me," he growls.

I grip his shoulders as he teases me more. I throw my head back against the wall. "Fast. Satisfying…and hard." On my command, he slides into the tight, slick channel. He shakes with his pleasure, collapsing against me momentarily to gather himself together.

He nibbles at my earlobe, his hot breath puffing on my neck. "You feel so good," he murmurs, slowing pulling out of my body and then pushing himself back in. "So tight…wrapped around my cock."

I can't take his teasing anymore. "Oh Gods," I whimper against him. "Please, no more teasing! I want you to fuck me like an animal. Now."

He's never been one to deny a woman her needs. With one pump, he's fully sheathed inside of me, hands grasping my shoulders for support. He quickens his pace, panting heavily against my collarbone, trying to encase his moans. I kiss his forehead as he hoists me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist so I'm clinging to him like a sloth does a branch.

Beads of sweat cling to his muscular, bronze body as he pumps sensually in and out of me. The first wave of pleasure hits me as I cling to him, holding on for dear life. He follows soon after, unable to hold himself back any longer. "You will be the death of me," he growls breathlessly in my ear. He kisses the corner of my mouth before letting me down so I can fix my silks.

He gives me a cloth to wipe away his ejaculation painting my thighs before going back out into the open. We hold hands and just try to make it look like we didn't just romp around in the dark. I fix my crystal headdress and paint a smile on my lips.

0o0o0o0o

"You smell good…" is his remark as I sit down next to him with a few grapes in my hand. I trace a pattern on his wrist with my nail as he bends and sniffs my hair. I pop a grape into my mouth and look around the shagali. I have never seen more people crowded in a place at one time. People dance to fiddle, flute and drum music, people eat, and people sing.

I see Black Bear dancing with a young girl about his age, smiling tenderly at her and spinning her around. Grey Hawk is kissing Arlena again, and Drinks of Waterfall is resting his chin atop of Michelle's head as she rests against his hard body.

A small child adorned with silks is carried over by a young wetnurse. "My king…I do not know if you have seen your niece yet."

Abigor sits up in his chair a little. I look at the small, black-haired child, realizing that she is the daughter of Three Horses and Snow Lion. He nods his head and leans over the child. The baby claps and reaches for a few strands of his hair, tugging them nearly out of the roots. I can't help but laugh as Abigor lets out a little cry of annoyance and pain.

"Might I hold her?" I ask the wetnurse, sitting forward on my throne. The young woman's face flushes bright red as she curtsies and brings the child to me. I hold her in my arms and smile at her. "Her name?"

"Forest Lily," the nursemaid replies.

I look down at the peaceful child in my arms. She is beautiful and delicate, just like her mother. Forest Lily grips my finger and pulls it into her mouth, suckling gently. I wonder what it will be like when I have my own baby in my arms, mouth latched onto my breast, tiny hands grasping at my skin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Abigor looking at me with interest. He watches how I care for the child gently, acting as if I am her own mother. Once I hand the child back to the wetnurse, Abigor touches my belly. "You will become a great mother to our son."

Suddenly, Radiant Moon appears in front of us both. "Iya ni tambayar sarki a dance, na Sarauniya?" (Might I ask the king for a dance, my queen?)

I look at Abigor and smile. He doesn't seem like he wants to dance with his close family friend, but I nod anyways. "Of course you may."

Radiant Moon ignores the groan from Abigor and pulls him out to the crowd. I sit on my throne and watch him as he tries not to look too incredibly bored. "Would you like to dance wit' me?" a deep voice asks softly.

I turn my head to see Black Bear standing sheepishly by the side of my throne. I smile at him. "Yes." I take the outstretched hand he's offered to me and stand up with him. A sunny grin spreads over his baby-faced features.

It confuses me a little, with his face looking so young, but his body so tall and…buff. This