The Empress' Rapture by Trinity Blacio Page A

alone in her room, staring at the ceiling. The restraints, machine, and her mates gone. Yet, the plug still pushed into her behind. Smiling, she rolled out of the bed and walked awkwardly to the bathroom. A piece of paper caught her eye. Picking it up, she read it. Shaving cream and a razor lay on the counter next to the note.
    Baby, here are the supplies you’ll need for your shower. We want our pussy bare for us tonight. When you’re done, we’re in the conference room with your parents.
    Roman
    Sierra laughed and followed the instructions. She felt bare down there and a little shy about what she had done. Yet, it was more sensitive to the touch now. She grabbed the lotion and smoothed it over her skin.
    As she slipped a shirt over her head and stepped in the skirt, a knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” she said, sitting on the bed.
    Slipping her shoes on, she noticed her father standing beside the bed as he kicked the door closed with his foot. She tensed and waited. He sat down on the bed next to her his larger body dwarfing her smaller one as he pulled her into his arms and held her like he used to when she was a kid.
    “I owe you an apology, baby. It seems I’ve a lot to make up for all these years. I don’t love you any less, my little princess.” He sighed and pulled back brushing her hair out of her face. “I was just more protective of you. I knew there was something special about you, that you needed more protection than your sister. Your powers flared early and were twice as strong as anyone else’s in the family.”
    Sierra gazed up at her father’s face as he paused. “You were always wild as a child and you still are, but I knew you needed extra protection. Having the pack house attached to our home we have had many visitors who have sensed your powers. I’ve had to make many excuses over the years about the power they could feel. I know this isn’t an excuse for what I’ve done, but I hope you understand that I’ve been afraid of losing you.” A single tear dripped down his cheek and landed on hers. He smiled and wiped it away.
    “Daddy—”
    “Hush, Sierra, let me say this, please. You were right…I did treat you differently. I was harder on you at times because I knew you could take it. You needed that extra protection more than Lily. We always knew who her mate was, but you…we had no idea. You know once you’re marked by your mates others can’t have you. However, there are some who don’t want to believe this. They would take any female to breed her. Some of the men don’t care about the breeding. They just want to use your powers for their benefit. Your magic continues to grow. Even your grandmother is worried about this. We don’t know why you have witchcraft powers running through you. Your grandmother believes you’ll be the one to take her place as Queen.” His gaze caught hers and held it.
    “She’s talking to your mates now and they’ll be helping with your training. You have so much to learn. We’re sorry that we cannot give you more time, but someone wants to stop your joining—of that we know.”
    Sierra took all this information in, letting her father finish talking. She knew her powers mounted each day, but to be Queen of the Fey was too much. She got up and started to pace the room, thinking while her father watched.
    A knock on the door broke the tension. Opening the door, she expected to see her mates there, but instead Jean smiled at her.
    “Don’t look so surprised. Chandler brought me here after he explained that he’s my mate. I thought I should tell you and your father something, if you have time. It’s about your Witch powers,” she questioned.
    “You know about me? How? I don’t understand?” Sierra asked, standing back so Jean could come inside. “Come in. Jean, this is my father, Drake Blacksmith.”
    “We already met, earlier. Hi.” Jean smiled, shaking his hand. “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, but I wanted