Tempting The Dark King (The Enchanted World Book 2)

Chapter Two

A small whimper escaped her lips as she hid her face in the space between Rhol's neck and shoulder. Bouts of tears overtook her as she imagined how disappointed the Lord Mage would be with her. She didn't get to talk to her mate the way she wanted to. She was so disappointed.

Rhol's tattoos whimpered with her and caressed her lightly as if they were trying to soothe her. Rhol himself was so still she wondered if he was still there with her.

Her questions were answered when she felt the thick hand go up into her hair and caress the white locks with incredible tenderness. He started moving, his heavy boots knocking with purpose on the marbled floor. He never let her go and Lyrah didn't loosen the tight grip she had around his neck. If she did, she was afraid she would sever the contact with his tattoos that seemed to have a mind of their own. They touched her face to rub her tears away. Some were around her arms and she also felt them on her back. They were warm and comforting and she doubted people could tell where her body started and where Rhol's finished off.

“Bring some hot food and drink to my quarters.” She heard him instruct and frowned.

When she looked up, she discovered she wasn't back home. She was in the Black Fortress of the King Jinn.

It was breathtaking and magnificent. It was made of what looked like black crystals and they pulsed with power. It was amazing and mesmerizing. She gasped as she looked at the low-hanging crystal chandeliers and the interesting art works around the hallway. She saw several females moved about, some dusting off furniture while others drew the curtains and put on the lights. Her eyebrows arched lightly as the King Jinn took her into the far end of the fortress, up the impressive stairs to a large room that had her dazed for a couple of minutes.

When the door closed behind him, he didn't release her. He just kept on holding her until the last of the shudders passed through her.

“Are you quite done?” He asked her, his eyebrow arching up in question but Lyrah saw the slight twitch of his lips and that unfamiliar tightening of her gut occurred again.

They were incredible. Her eyes were stuck there for a moment before she recalled what he had asked her. “Aren't you taking me back to my Realm?”

“With the fit you just pulled?” He grunted. “Besides, you are still too weak to travel.”

Lyrah swallowed hard as he placed her softly on his large bed. It had tirk sheets that glowed in different colors depending on the angle to looked at them. Tirk was a very expensive fabric found in the Realm of Water. It looked like fish scales and was very rare to get. “I should apologize for my behavior. I guess I was a little overwhelmed.”

As he moved away, his tattoos hissed in protest at the severed contact. He rolled his shoulders with a snarl and they silenced.

Lyrah too felt cold all of a sudden. She rubbed her forearms just as someone knocked lightly on the door. Rhol eyed her and waved his hand on what looked like a fireplace. The fire roared as he went to open the door.

Lyrah heard the clanging of glass-ware and her stomach betrayed her. She bit into her lower lip and hoped that Rhol didn't hear the growling mess. The aroma of food filled the air and she looked away quickly as he placed the tray on one of the stylish tables.

“You shouldn't thank me yet since my plan to take you back to the Realm of Spells still stands.” He turned to her and frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Lyrah's heart stuttered when he looked at her even though he was being very mean to her at the moment. “You never came for the conference--”

Rhol sighed irritably. “I sent my reasons why—and it's a good thing I didn't attend it.”