Chapter Eight
Olivia woke up to beams of sunlight streaming in through the window, and noticed that Wes was no longer in the bed beside her. With a sigh, she pushed herself up to a sitting position, yawning at the exertion of moving after sleeping so soundly. Stretching her arms up high overhead, she reached and groaned as her sore muscles protested. Pressing her palms down on the bed beside her, she slowly climbed out of bed. Noticing that she was still naked, she grabbed the fleece blanket lying on the corner of the mattress and wrapped it around herself.
Looking around the room, she realized she was indeed alone. She wondered where Wes could have gone at such an early hour, a pout pushing at her lips. Yawning again, she smiled when she saw a mug of hot coffee sitting on the nightstand beside her. She breathed in the dark aroma and sighed happily as she cradled the mug of steaming liquid.
He hadn’t just left her after all. Sitting down on a couch beside the window, she sipped the dark brew and looked out the window. For the moment, she enjoyed the view of the beach that the glass afforded, watching as the waves rolled onto the sand, the beautiful whitecaps breaking over reddish powder the color of a dull rose.
The site reminded her of the last day she had spent on Earth. She had been vacationing on the beaches of Aruba, escaping from the reality of being a woman pilot in the United States army. She’d been young at the time, but highly successful, making her way through the ranks at a rapid pace. It had been a difficult time in her life as she had to deal with the prospect of war, battle, and air raids, and the possibility of hurting innocent people in the crossfire. That escape to the white sandy beaches had been her time to piece her head back together, yet she hadn’t been given much time to do that.
She didn’t remember much about the night she’d been taken. Blue eyes had haunted her dreams, and a voice difficult to distinguish had been making its way through her thoughts ever since. The voice was rough, and firm, and strangely familiar. He had touched her neck and her hair, and run his fingers across the curves of her body. Much as she had wanted to fight him, she hadn’t and the next thing she remembered, she had awoken to a new life on Terranovum. She remembered the subdued auction, of being purchased by the border family, and of being put to work as their slave.
Following orders had been easy, something that had been instilled within her during her time under her army captain’s command back on Earth.
Her life with the alien family had been simple, consisting of housework and caring for their Erassan children. Her owner was a male Erassan, married to a human woman so that he could carry on his bloodline. He was kind, and hardly ever raised his voice at anyone. During her time with that family, she had found a semblance of peace in her humble line of work, and at not having to think, or hurt anyone in the process.
Unfortunately, that time had not lasted more than a few months. Lord Nero had invaded her small town and had taken her the moment he laid eyes on her. Closing her eyes, she sipped her coffee and shivered, thinking of the times he had forced her on her back, slapped her, and tortured her with his powers. She had been a plaything for him, to use and throw away. Realizing that she was shaking, she placed the coffee down on a side table so that she wouldn’t spill it anywhere. Hugging her knees to her chest, she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself.
She tried not to think about the horrors she experienced under the evil lord’s watch. Anytime she did, she knew she lost control, and her emotions took over, along with her fear. Instead of thinking about Lord Nero, she frantically turned her thoughts to Wes. Almost instantly, her breathing calmed and her trembling ceased.
He was a good man, even though he was warring with memories inside his own head, with the loss of a former lover. There were moments when she could see he was able to enjoy life in the present, and other times when she could see his loss written all over his face.
A soft knock sounded on the heavy wooden door, and she was broken out of her reminiscing. Standing, she made her way over to the door in only the dark gray blanket, and opened it slightly.
Morgana and Lana were standing at the door, both with large smiles on their faces.
“We wanted to check on you today, to see how you were doing,” the redhead offered, her eyes questioning.
“I’m well, just waking up so I’m moving a little slow at the moment.”
The two ladies smiled and shared a mischievous look between them.
“So, I’ve talked to the men, and I made a small request. They weren’t very excited about the idea at first, but with some convincing, they finally agreed! I want you to take part in my wedding. It’s in a few days and I would be honored if you would be one of my bridesmaids,” Lana offered, her voice soft yet carrying an air of royalty and command that would befit any future queen.
Amazed that the two of them would think of her for such an occasion, she pushed the last dregs of sleep from her body and took a deep breath. Looking back and forth between the two women, Olivia smiled and nodded. This would be just the distraction she needed to stop her thoughts from wandering about in past memories, and to keep her from falling any further for the blond alpha male who had shared her bed for the past few nights. She hadn’t had any proper girl time in a good long while. Years had passed since she had sauntered through the mall with her fellow army brats, and she sorely missed the times that they had together. She needed to decompress with like-minded women.
“What do we need to do?” she asked excitedly.
Lana’s smile widened as she snapped her fingers over her head, and suddenly a flurry of human servants gathered behind her.
“We have to get a dress made for you, of course,” she said, her excitement clear.
The next few hours with the women seemed like a whirlwind. Fabrics were brought in, measured and cut, and sewn on the spot. Before long, a beautiful sky blue dress was draped over her naked body, heeled shoes fitted to her feet, and sparkling emeralds hung around her neck. Her hair had been brushed until it shone, and her face had been painted with a little makeup to highlight her features. Finally, when the tornado calmed, the entire room stood and stared, their faces looking proud of the work they had accomplished.
“Olivia, you are gorgeous,” Morgana breathed, her voice low with appreciation. The woman helped her to walk over to a mirror, and she breathed out a sigh when she saw her reflection. Bright green eyes stared back at her, brought out by subtle hints of rouge and lined with beautiful golden eye shadow. Her blond waves cascaded to her hips, soft and shiny. She hardly recognized herself.
The dress was a pale blue, the same color as the blue of the ocean as it broke on the white sandy beaches around her. The shape was a simple A-line, the fabric wrapping around her waist and extending to the floor, accenting her long yet curvy body. The material gathered in a way around her that made her seem taller and thinner, its silky fabric draped around her in perfection. She had never worn anything this beautiful in her life.
“She’s perfect. Oh, ladies, this is going to be the most wonderful day ever!” Lana exclaimed, her eyes bright with happiness and anticipation.
The next few days passed by so quickly that Olivia could scarcely blink. Between picking out the right shade of flowers, to prepping the menus for the celebration dinner, to helping Lana decide who was to sit where, Olivia was kept incredibly busy. Wes had been remarkably distant, only spending a little time at night with her before bed. He had continued training her bottom, stretching her tight little star to be more receptive of larger and larger plugs. His words haunted her at every living moment. His threats made her thighs quiver every time her mind wandered. She couldn’t help it as she imagined his hard muscles pressing her down to the bed, and taking her whether she liked it or not. His firm voice sounded in her head each and every time.
“I will fuck this pretty ass hard one day, and before I do, you’re going to beg me for it.”
“Olivia! Earth to Olivia!”
She flushed, broken out of her fantasy, looking back at Morgana and the future queen.
“I’m sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.”
“I think I know exactly what you were thinking about,” Morgana smirked, and giggled, raising her eyebrows up and down suggestively.
“Oh, shush, you’re embarrassing her! Look! She’s blushing!”
“I’m pretty sure she was all red before I said anything.”
“Morgana, you’re impossible! No wonder Kade spanks you so much!”
“I could say the same for you, my future queen. I’ve seen Dante redden your backside more times than I can count!”
“Not nearly as many times as I’ve seen Kade punish you!”
The two women laughed, and Olivia couldn’t help but join in, their good moods infectious. The love that was apparent on their faces was clear. They were very happy with their men, and clearly loved the fact that they were taken in hand. Olivia’s own bottom tingled just thinking about the few times Wes had put her over his knee and spanked her pale skin to a fiery red, and how aroused she had felt afterward. Her body craved his discipline, so much so that she nearly danced in her seat in anticipation.
“Wes likes to spank me too sometimes.”
“I bet, you have a beautiful body for things like that,” Lana smiled, her eyes crinkling in delight.
“He hasn’t been around much lately.”
“Give him time. He’ll come around,” the redhead said, her eyes darkening with something Olivia could only guess was sadness. Clearing her throat, she nodded and kept silent.
“The wedding is tomorrow, I’m not sure I can handle being patient that long,” Lana offered, changing the subject, to which Olivia nearly sighed with relief.
“Can you believe it? I think finally, after all our preparations, we’re finally ready. The only thing left to do is to make sure our men attend without complaint,” Morgana replied, a mischievous smirk replacing the sorrowful look from before.
The girls collapsed in giggles, and Olivia joined in, trying to hide the fact that she knew these women were happy with their men, and she was only a temporary addition here in the castle, until Wes decided he had enough of her and auctioned her off. With the evening meal finally coming to a close, she excused herself to Wes’ chambers, which were thankfully unoccupied.
That night, Wes never came to bed, and she cried herself to sleep, convinced that her time was swiftly coming to an end. He must have already become bored with her. Maybe she hadn’t been pretty enough, submissive enough, good enough for him. With a sob, she buried her head in the pillow, curling up in the cold, lonely bed. She had to get through the wedding tomorrow, and if she wasn’t mistaken, Wes would be selling her shortly thereafter. Just the thought tore into her aching heart. How was it possible that she had fallen for him so quickly, so thoroughly, that just the thought of him giving her up cut deep into her, nearly breaking her in two?
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Every time he looked at the beautiful blonde in his arms, Wes’ heart broke a little further. He was falling for her, dreaming about her moaning in his arms, wanting her to be forever his, imagining her cries of need as she writhed underneath him. Her passionate sounds were in his head every waking moment, his cock perpetually hard with his desire for her. It was cruel, delicious torture.
Worst of all, he couldn’t remember her face any longer, couldn’t remember the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled at him, the way her orgasm showed in the movements of her body, the curling of her toes every time he spanked her gorgeous bottom cheeks. He couldn’t remember his Emma.
Instead, he threw himself into his work, helping to prepare more female humans for auction and organizing the increased presence of his army for the following day’s event. He worked through the night and ended up spending the night in the barracks with his men. Keeping his distance from the feisty submissive human currently in his bed had done him a world of good, he thought, and now he felt more clear-headed, focused on his goals of revenge against the enemy and of course, protecting his country and his king. It was not the time to dwell on Olivia.
He had a job to do. He couldn’t fall in love with some random human female right now.
That morning, he awoke and threw himself right back to work, distracted by his duties. He had a wedding to prepare for. He had responsibilities, nothing else. He couldn’t worry himself with the feelings inside that begged to be released. He couldn’t think about the blonde with pretty green eyes waiting for him in his bed.