In “Oath of
Service,” Angela Knight introduces the Doms of the Round Table and a kinky
circle of pleasure, pain, and power as she returns to her “sexy as hell”
(Heroes and Heartbreakers) Mageverse world for a new twist on the Arthurian
legend.
Morgana le
Fay finally gets what’s coming to her in this novel-length story. After a fight
with a dragon goes wrong, Morgana takes an Oath of Service to Percival, vampire
Knight of the Round Table. Percival and his partners, Cador and Marrok, decide
to give Morgana a taste of bondage and submission she’ll never forget. What
they don’t know is that the lovely witch is keeping secrets that could destroy
them all. To make matters worse, the dragon is plotting a deadly revenge….
In this scene, Morgana has given Percival and his partners her Oath of Service. She swears to don a magical collar that will strip her of her powers, letting them take sensual revenge for everything she's ever done to them.
Percival and his men are really, really...
Tempted.
Morgana stared at
him. Her beautiful green eyes widened as her lips parted. Percival's sensitive vampire
nose picked up the unmistakable scent of arousal.
In the ticking
silence, he realized Marrok and Cador had frozen with the same kind of
predatory hunger he felt—and he could
drive nails with his dick. “Well?” he demanded.
The witch angled her
chin up in a gesture he knew far too well, a glitter of defiant determination
in her eyes. "I've offered you my Oath, gentleman. The only question is,
are you going to take me on?" She curled a lip. "Unless you're afraid
you're not up to the task...."
That, of course,
aroused an entirely predictable reaction from Cador. He lounged back on the
couch in a sprawl that called blatant attention to his massive erection.
"Oh, darling, I can assure you, I'm definitely up to the task of putting
you in your place." One hand cupped his balls as his grin took on a
carnivorous edge.
"We need to
discuss this," Marrok said, a muscle rolling in his broad jaw. "Give
us a minute, Morgana."
"Of
course." She angled her head in a courteous little nod, then turned with a
roll of lush hips and sauntered out. A gesture had the door closing behind her,
propelled by a rolling wave of golden sparks.
"Oh, God, that
arse..." Cador moaned. "I can't wait to flog it a nice rosy pink
before I give it a grinding fuck. You know Morgana le Fay has never let anybody
touch that cherry arse. I'll bet it's tight as a miser's purse."
"I'm sure it
is," Percival growled, shooting him a glance of narrow-eyed warning.
"I'm also sure you're not going to be the first to claim it."
Marrok shot off the
couch and began to pace. "Which is exactly why accepting her Oath is such
a piss-poor idea. You two are going to end up fighting over that bloody witch
like two stallions with one mare. No bit of pussy is worth wrecking the
team."
Stung, Percival
stared at his friend. "Of course we're not going to wreck the team. We've
shared women before, and it's never been a problem."
Marrok met his gaze
with a level stare. "Those women were bed-sport. You always cared for
their needs as a dom’s duty demands, but they weren’t more to you than that.”
He shrugged. “True, you weren’t any more than that to the women, either. But
still.”
Percival curled a
lip. "Are you suggesting I'm in love with Morgana le Fay?"
Cador snorted and
stretched his long legs out, propping them on the coffee table’s granite top.
"Yeah, right. Because he has such a weakness for flaming bitches."
"As to
that," Percival growled, "I believe we can break her of that
particular character defect."
“Clamps on her
nipples would probably be highly effective.” Cador grinned and licked his lips.
Marrok stared at him,
and scrubbed a hand over his face with a groan, his massive shoulders slumping.
"I'm wasting my fucking breath. You've already made up your minds."
He glanced at Cador. "Both of you. I'm outvoted."
"Christ, Marrok,
are you kidding?" Cador demanded. "Think of all those little zaps
every time we went out with her the past few years. Think of the way she always
insisted on leading missions, though Percival has more field experience.” His
lip curled. “Personally, I think the bitch witch just gets off on giving us
orders and watching us jump.”
Marrok smiled
reluctantly. “I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“Now we have a chance
to put a collar on her and get a little of our own back." Cador’s mouth
curled into a dark smile. "And I, for one, am looking forward to it."
God, so was Percival.
Maybe too much. His cock ached with the stark need to do everything Cador had
mentioned. Flog that delicious arse, fuck it.
Fuck her.
Unfortunately, Marrok
had a point. He didn't like the idea of Cador touching her, sadistic bastard
that he was. His friend would hurt her. Carefully, with precise self-control,
but he'd still hurt her. And he'd like it.
Never mind that
Percival would do the same thing. He still hated the idea of either of his
friends touching that ridiculously lush, tempting body. Hearing her breathy
moans. Fencing with her as she used that sarcastic, biting wit. Making her bend
that stiff neck to his dominance.
Holding her in the
aftermath, listening to her breathe, to the deep thump of her slowing
heartbeat...
Oh, hell. Hell, no.
Not Morgana le Fay. Despite her carefully
camouflaged compassion, the witch was manipulative, arrogant, and generally in
desperate need of several painful lessons in humility.
This would be nothing
more than sex and revenge. He wouldn't let it be anything else. Especially not
anything that would damage his relationship with the two men he'd fight and die
for. His brothers in all but blood.
Yeah, he'd collar
her. He'd get her out of his system by fucking her in every way he'd ever
dreamed of in his darkest, most frustrated fantasies. He'd do everything he'd
ever jerked off thinking about, no matter how humiliating it would be to her.
He'd bring her to her
knees—and make her suck his cock while she was down there. He'd even share her
with his brothers and watch while they fucked her. He'd ignore his instinctive
possessiveness, force himself to endure it just as he'd learned to endure the
pain of sword wounds in order to win battles in Arthur's service.
"Are we agreed
then?" he demanded.
"No,"
Marrok growled. "But that point is basically…” Suddenly he stiffened, and
his eyes narrowed. “You know,” he said slowly, “I have no problem believing
Arthur would order Morgana to offer Percival her Oath. What I have trouble with
is that he’d tell her to offer it to all three of us.”
“Oh, come on,
Marrok…" Cador began.
“No, you come
on. Stop thinking with your dick and consider the implications. How much stress
would sharing her put on the team?”
Cador opened his
mouth, only to immediately close it again. “You’re right,” he admitted
reluctantly, grimacing as if at the taste of something foul. “We’d be fighting
over who got to fuck her, how, when and where.”
Marrok nodded grimly.
“Exactly. Would Arthur do that to us?”
“No.” Cador shot
Percival a speculative glance. “But I could easily see him ordering Morgana to
offer Percival her Oath.”
Fury swirled through
Percival, and he curled his hands into fists. “And I could see Morgana
disobeying his exact orders out of a desire to play us against each other.” He
rose from the couch, aware of Cador doing the same. "Morgana?"
She entered with that
lazy, seductive stride, her expression politely inquiring. If she felt any anxiety
over the outcome of their discussion, it didn't show—but then, she'd always
been a damned good actress. "Yes?"
He stalked toward her
and stopped, aware of Cador and Marrok moving up behind him to watch. “Did
Arthur tell you to offer your Oath to all three of us, or just to me?”
Her gaze flickered,
but she angled her chin upward. She knew better than to lie outright to a
vampire who could smell deception. “To you alone.”
He ground his teeth.
“Why did you disobey him?”
She shrugged
gracefully. “He didn’t tell me not to offer it to the three of you.”
“Did you intend to
destroy the team?”
Her eyes widened, and
panic flashed across her face. “No! I wouldn’t do that…”
“Wouldn’t you?”
Percival stared at her with narrow eyes. “What do you think would happen if the
three of us disagreed about which of us is to fuck you, or whose orders you
should obey?”
She opened her mouth,
only to reluctantly close it again. “All right, I can see how that could cause
friction. But it wasn’t my intention to create it deliberately.”
“I’m sure that would
have been a huge comfort if the team cracked wide open because you were fucking
playing games.”
Morgana angled her
chin upward in a familiar gesture of defiance. “You would have done what you
always do, Percival. You’d have led, and they’d have followed.”
“Maybe,” Percival
growled. “But when you throw sex in the mix, things get complicated.”
Marrok huffed.
“That’s the damned truth.”
Cador rocked back on
his heels and gave Morgana a flat, cold stare. “I have no interest in accepting
your Oath. Not when it’s so obvious you can’t be trusted.”
Marrok bared his
teeth in a snarl. “Neither do I.”
“I, however, will
happily accept your Oath.” Percival smiled. He knew it wasn’t a pretty smile by
any means. “By the time I get done with you, it’s safe to say you won’t dare
lie to me again, whether by implication or otherwise.” He lifted a blond brow.
“Unless you’d care to rescind your offer, of course.”
She swallowed. “But
if I rescind it, Arthur will reassign me.”
He shrugged.
“Probably.”
Morgana raised her chin, an edge of defiance in her gaze. “Then, no, I will not rescind it.”LOVE BITES will be out Sept. 2.
Other stories in LOVE BITES:
In “Be
Careful What You Wish For,” a beautiful vampire and her two vamp lovers lock
horns with a wizard with the ugly habit of refusing to take no for an answer.
When he casts a spell on Beau and Decker, Amanda finds herself the object of
both men’s lust. She’s had some yummy threesome fantasies along the same lines,
but since the men hate each other, she figured it was never going to happen.
But when it does, things get a lot more kinky than Amanda expects.
In The Bloodslave, Angela Knight’s classic “must read…highly erotic” (*The Best Reviews) novella, a female mercenary comes under fire during a hunt. The beautiful, virginal, and very human Verica is captured by three hungry alpha vampires driven deliriously feral by her purity. But they desire more than her warm blood. They want her body, leaving Verica more vulnerable than ever before—and loving every minute of it.
Click to order LOVE BITES.
In The Bloodslave, Angela Knight’s classic “must read…highly erotic” (*The Best Reviews) novella, a female mercenary comes under fire during a hunt. The beautiful, virginal, and very human Verica is captured by three hungry alpha vampires driven deliriously feral by her purity. But they desire more than her warm blood. They want her body, leaving Verica more vulnerable than ever before—and loving every minute of it.
Click to order LOVE BITES.
