Dead Moons Rising: First in the Honest Scrolls series

had craved for some time now. Before her beheading the first Infi creature, they’d not had a public execution in nearly twenty years. The last she remembered it, it had been the previous king to have beheaded the thief himself. Something her brother would not dare touch with the sword their giver mother, Arbina, had gifted him with.
However long time passed, she didn’t know. But it was some time before her raven circled over head of her and informed her one of her brother’s Belwark guards was approaching.
“You know, I gave command to my brother’s men earlier not to follow me today,” Aydra called as the Belwark arrived behind her. “I even gave my own Second the rest of the day off.”
“Forgive me, my lady,” he said as he joined her. “The King—”
“Do you do everything my brother tells you to do?” she interjected.
The Belwark thought about it a moment. “Yes.”
She took her shirt off her face that she’d been using to block the sunlight, and she looked over at him. His dark toffee skin danced in the orange hue of the waning sun beneath his plum gambeson. The long sleeves of it were snug against the taut of his muscled arms, and his short black curly hair was dreaded around his face, falling just above his ears. She deliberately let her eyes dance over his buff figure, feeling herself bite her lip out of habit.
“My brother outdid himself this time,” she mused at the sight of him. “What is your name, Belwark?” she asked.
“Corbin, Your Majesty,” he replied with a short nod.
She sighed and closed her eyes back to the sun again. “If you’re going to be stalking me the rest of the day, you may as well join me,” she told him. “No sense in sweating in that gambeson out here.”
The man didn’t move.
She looked up at him again. “It’s not really a request, Corbin. If you are staying, you’ll take your clothes off and join me. Otherwise, get on your way.”
“Your brother asked me to retrieve you,” Corbin told her. “The Bedrani Council is arriving in a few hours. He wishes you to be there when they arrive.”
Aydra’s jaw clenched and she sat up. “I am aware of when they are coming. I am aware of the time. I am also aware that you are new—” She stood from the ground and crossed the space between she and the Belwark. “And you have a look upon your face as though you have been struck.”
His weight shifted, and he made a point to push his arms behind his back. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.
She stopped in front of him, raising a curious brow on her bemused face. “You look frightened, Corbin,” she mused.
“Apologies, my lady,” he said quickly, shifting his feet again. “I… I was told—”
A smirk rose on Aydra’s face and she shook her head. “Let me guess,” she cut him off. “You were told not to get wrapped into me on fear of death. Is that why he sent you to me and not Mord or Bard? Worried of distractions along the way?”
Corbin swallowed hard. “I was not told the reason for my being sent,” he managed. “Only to retrieve you.”
She allowed her fingers to trail up his arm. “And how’s that working out for you?” she asked with a tilt of her head.
“Ma’am, I—” his words stuck in his throat as her fingers mused down his chest. She grasped his hands and placed them around her waist, to which he hesitated at first, but then she felt his fingers squeeze her hips, and she smiled inside.
She allowed her hands to continue to trail, and when she struck a finger below the belt on his hips, she heard his breath shorten.
“Tell me, Corbin… have you ever fucked a Queen?” she asked, tilting her head up to his.
He swallowed hard and stared down at her as she continued to stroke him through his pants.
“Can’t say that I have,” he told her.
A small smirk rose on her face, and she felt him hardening through the fabric. “Would you like to?” she asked.
His eyes lit up with smolder. His fingers gripped tighter into her hips, and he bent just slightly to make himself level with her lips. “If that’s what she wants.”
Her brow raised, and she unbuckled the belt on his waist so swiftly that he nearly fell off balance. His length filled her hand and she stroked it, watching his face as he groaned into the wind. She took his hand off her waist and pushed it between her legs. He grunted a slew of cuss words as his rough fingertips felt of her.
“My Queen,” he whispered into her hair.
She pushed him backwards until his back hit the cliff wall, and just as quickly, he grasped her in his hands and switched, pinning her against the rough rocks, his mouth sucking at her throat.
She pulled back and raised a brow at his boldness, to which he gave her a sultry smile. She rewarded him with a full kiss, her leg hooking around his waist. She allowed her hips to grind into his, feeling his length against her wet suit.
“On your knees,” she commanded him breathlessly in his ear.
He didn’t hesitate. His knees hit the sand, and her thigh wrapped over his shoulder. He kissed her between her thighs, tongue raking the length of her clit. She pushed her hands in his hair, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she relished the feeling of his mouth against her. Her hips bucked. The sunlight warmed her body and she grasped her own hair upon her breath catching in her throat. He sucked her clit hard, and his tongue fluttered against her throbbing sex. Her thighs tightened. It wasn’t long before she could feel herself coming apart on his face. He lapped at her wetness, and she cried out in ecstasy, not caring if it bounced off the cliff behind her.
Corbin rose to his feet,