Bride of the Emperor (The Prophecy of Sisters Book 4) by Hayley Faiman (urban books to read .TXT) 📕

“Find them. End them. They are not naturally derived. They are created by the gods and not human.”

I almost laugh—almost. Instead, I stare at her, unbelieving that she is real. That this whole thing could be real. Six months ago, I would have laughed in their face if someone told me this is where I would be, locked in some kind of room staring at a witch in another dimension.

“You won’t get away with it,” I whisper. “If my sisters have babies, they would never give them up, not ever.”

“Not even to save you?” she snorts.

Shaking my head, I stand to my feet, shuffling toward her. “No, not even to save me and do you know why?”

“Do I care?”

I shrug a shoulder, sure that she probably doesn’t, but I decide that I’m going to tell her anyway.

“Because my sisters would know without a doubt that I would want them to save their babies over me. My life doesn’t matter as much as their children’s do. So, whatever you’re trying to accomplish, it will be fruitless.”

I watch as her face turns red with her anger and she takes a step backward, then wordlessly turns around and closes the door behind her. Feeling a bit smugger than I probably should, I smirk, feeling like a victor.

I shouldn’t feel this way, not in the slightest.

What I should feel is terrified that this witch, and what sounds like her witchy friends, are going to do something even bigger than they had originally planned.

Pressing my lips together, I look around and wonder if there is a way to get out of this place. There’s no way out, so unless I can make myself vanish and reappear out of the room, then I’m probably royally screwed.

TIBERIUS

I try to fight my way out of the mist, but I fail. I see a beautiful face looking down at me. She has some of the same features as Drucilla, but it is clearly not her. She smiles, then she licks her lips before she speaks. Her voice is so soft and sweet, my body immediately reacts to it.

“I’m waiting for you, Warrior Tiberius. I want you,” she coos.

My mentula instantly stands at attention just from her words alone. I’m unable to move, but then something happens, I feel her weight against me. Shifting my gaze to the side, I notice that the purple mist still surrounds us.

“Your men cannot see,” she breathes as her hands reach down and she strokes my hardened mentula.

I grunt, lifting my hips as a burning sensation fills my belly. This feels so much like the moments I share with Drucilla, I am confused, but I can’t stop. It is wrong, this woman obviously holds magi and this is not natural, especially the way that she appeared.

But I cannot stop.

When she sinks down along my length, I grab at her clothes and lift them from her body, exposing her nakedness. She drops her head backward as she rides me. I watch. My head telling me that this is wrong, my heart feeling empty, my belly burning, and a need filling me that does not feel right.

She rides, her body lifts and falls, grinding and moving, her breasts bared as she moves. Then she begins to move faster and harder, she lifts her head, her hands shifting and landing hard against my chest, her nails dig into my flesh as her eyes connect with mine.

My breath hitches when she swivels her hips and bucks, her hips jerking. She clamps down around my length and the move causes my release to spill from me. I let out a growl, angry that I have spilled my seed inside a woman who is unworthy of it, a woman that is not my empress.

Lifting my hands, I wrap my fingers around her waist and try to pull her off of me, but she does not move, no matter how forcefully I attempt.

“Venefica,” I hiss.

She leans down, licking her lips as she moves her hips slowly, milking all of my seed from my body. “Yes, that is what I am and you have just given me your child. You’ve just planted your seed inside of me. It will create a powerful being.”

“You are not my empress,” I grind out, still trying to remove her from my body.

She laughs, her voice no longer that sweet melodic sound, instead, it is hard and causes me to flinch. My mentula grows soft immediately, though she still sits astride me. Clearing my throat, I continue to attempt to pull her off of me, but it does not work.

“Yes, I have her hidden away from here. She will be destroyed once she finds that I have lain with you and I am indeed filled with your heir. She will not wish to be yours and I will transport her back to her homeland.”

“Why?” I grind out.

“Your people have ruined the lives of mine for thousands of years. In this world, not just Savona. It is time your world suffers the way that my people have.”

Shaking my head, I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the front of her throat. “You will not get away with this. Also, you have no idea how I feel about your kind or the hell that you will bring this entire world if the prophecy does not come to fruition.”

“I do not care,” she snaps.

“I came here to free you and your women,” I rasp.

“It is too late and it matters not,” she says right before she vanishes completely.

Sitting straight up, I lift my hand to wipe the sweat from my chest. I am breathing heavily, my eyes searching around the small campsite, and I am the only one awake. All of the men sleep heavily, slightly snoring in the damp night air. That is, until I hear Brutus grunt.

“What has happened?” he asks as his eyes open and focus on me.

“How did you?”

“Something was not right,