The Beginning of Everything Read online Kristen Ashley (The Rising #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Rising Series by Kristen Ashley
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 137958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
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He shook his head. “I am instructed to attend my pupils at school.”

“And not attend us,” the warrior entered the conversation, and Drey looked up to him.

His face was as fierce as ever, but there was disquiet in his eyes and anger about his mouth.

Anger.

About what befell Drey.

And the warrior knew where his missive had gone astray.

Even in his surprise, Drey nodded up to him.

“It is not known the Go’Doan do such to their own,” the warrior stated.

“It is not…it is for the worst…” He had to lie to them, and for some inexplicable reason, he was having difficulty doing this. “It is for the worst of transgressions.”

“I have had other Go’Doan arse,” the warrior declared. ‘My wife likes the white robes, the paleness of your skin and the contrast against my shaft penetrating it.”

How, he did not know, but he was growing hard.

“Though we have never used any, Go’Doan or no, as we have used you and how we use you is something we’ve both desired for some time,” he continued.

Why did that make him feel…

Special?

“But none of them have been mistreated as such,” the warrior carried on, jerking his bearded chin toward Drey.

G’Drey fought biting his lip.

“Further, they cannot know how we use you, so it cannot be that,” the warrior said. “Unless you told them.”

“I did not tell them,” he said quietly.

The warrior jerked up his head. “So this transgression, tell me one thing, whatever it is, is it one you are guilty of?”

Drey would absolutely not admit to that.

“No,” he declared forcibly.

The warrior’s face turned to stone.

At seeing that, Drey could not stop biting his lip.

It was then the warrior’s voice went gentle, though it appeared he accomplished this with some difficulty, and Drey definitely felt that in his cock, even in his abused arse, but also elsewhere.

“Allow my wife to show you kindness,” he urged. “I will handle the Go’Doan. You will be given a leave of absence. No one will know the true reason why or where you are. But you will be safe to be here with us.”

He should not.

He knew it.

That lesson had been learned.

But he did it regardless.

And he did not know the why of this either.

“I will allow this.”

The instant he said the words, the warrior turned to his wife. “Call for Persephone. She will suckle him. A climax will relax him. Then he can be cleansed and salved and given a sleeping draught.”

Drey knew none of their names. They’d never spoken them. Even in the heat of passion.

Though he now knew their playmate was called Persephone.

“Not Persephone,” Drey blurted.

The warrior looked to him but a moment before he returned his attention to his wife.

“Saturn,” he grunted and then he looked again to Drey. “He is a soldier. Young. Strapping. We use him when my wife wishes to watch others at play or me at work up a warrior’s arse. He likes hole and cunt and taking cock. He will gladly suckle you, amico. And once you heal, when you need a shaft up your arse with a milking hand to your cock, he will give that to you too.”

“My name is G’Drey,” he whispered.

“It is not,” the warrior returned. “What is your true name?”

Drey was still whispering when he said a name he hadn’t said, or heard, or thought, in years, “Tedrey. I am Tedrey Swensson of the Dellish.”

The warrior nodded. “And I am Lorenz Chronis, and this is my beloved, Nyx, as you know, of the Firenz. And you are now not only of our bed, but of our house, which means under my protection. And that means no one will harm you again.”

And with that, the warrior stormed out.

Drey watched him do this, witnessing the stiffness of his gait, which meant his control of his fury.

He was furious.

For Drey.

“You’ll find he’s overprotective, caro,” the wife, Nyx, shared. “Though this sometimes causes problems, most of the time, it’s quite charming.”

He looked to her.

“I have concerns,” he admitted, his voice beginning to tremble.

She lifted a hand and laid it light on the side of his face, her eyes warming.

“Think naught of them, mio piccolo buco. Lorenz is crafty, and he is thorough. You are safe. You will be looked after.” She smiled a lovely smile. “And you are now truly ours, so we will both take care of you.”

She dropped her hand, and oddly, Drey missed it when she did.

She then scooted off the bed and looked down at him sternly.

“Rest here for now. Do not shift your robes over you, for they will aggravate the gashes. I shall call for Saturn. Ask him to attend you. Request he bring Faunus. While they make their way to us, I will see to your wounds. I have a special salve that is numbing. It should offer you some relief.”

She suddenly grinned a grin he was used to, but he had never liked.


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