Page 32 of The Stolen Throne

He licks his finger to turn the pages, and the only thing I can think is how I wish he would lick me like that. Does that make me a sex fiend? I never found sex pleasurable until sex with these men.

I jump when I hear his silky voice. “Little bookworm, are you doing alright?”

Shaking myself, I give him a nod. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Why?”

He arches a brow as he points to the book in my hand. “You have been on the same page for the last twenty minutes.” Then he gestures to the other books around me. “Although, I suppose I should recant my nickname of bookworm with the hoard of books around you.”

I smirk as I look around at the hundreds of books surrounding me. “What would you call me instead?”

Closing what he was reading, he crosses his arms, still leaning against the bookshelf. He gives me a thoughtful look before nodding. “You would be a book dragon. A dragoness, I suppose.”

Humming, I smile. “A dragoness. That does sound better than bookworm.”

He points to the book still in my hand. “Now, what was running through that mind of yours that kept you on the same page for twenty minutes?”

My cheeks heat, and I hide behind the cover of the book. “I couldn’t concentrate on the words. And it was not twenty minutes,” I mumble.

He chuckles as I hear his footsteps near. “We have been in the library for thirty minutes, and I have been watching you the whole time. It was twenty minutes of you not flipping a single page.”

I wiggle in my seat as embarrassment fills me. “Like I said,” I whisper, “I couldn’t concentrate.”

Bene runs a finger over the top of the book and pushes it down, away from my face. His brown eyes, framed with wisps of platinum-blonde hair, fill my view. “Now, what could possibly pull your concentration away from such a captivating book, Dragoness?”

I bite my lip before whispering, “I was distracted by the only thing able to pull the attention of a dragoness away from her hoard.”

He smiles as he kneels in front of me. “And what could do that?”

“A dragon,” I murmur.

He slips his hands under my dress and caresses my legs, sliding them up to my thighs. I suck in a breath as he grins. “I imagine not just any dragon could pull you from your hoard.” His thumbs caress the inside of my thighs as he asks, “What’s so special about this dragon?”

Finding it hard to concentrate with the sudden rush of pleasure, I stutter, “He-he’s handsome.”

He hums thoughtfully as he drags my underwear down my legs. “There are many handsome dragons, Eira. What’s special about this one?”

Warmth pools in my stomach as I watch his eyes shift to black before returning to their normal cinnamon color. “His eyes,” I say breathily.

Bene smiles as he lifts my dress up to my hips. “What about his eyes?”

“They are warm and comforting like cinnamon.”

Humming, he slips his hands under my ass, pulling my hips toward him, and I let out a squeak. “What else has caught your attention?” he asks.

He massages my ass before moving to my thighs, drawing small circles against my skin. Clearing my throat, I reply, “Um… he loves books.”

He nods as he lowers his face to my center. “Hum… maybe you should read that page you’ve been stuck on for twenty minutes.”

Not arguing, I open the book to the page I was stuck on and begin to read. I screech when he pinches my clit. “Out loud, Dragoness.”

Nodding, I begin reading. “There once was—” I hiss when his hot mouth sucks on my clit.

He chuckles and pulls away. “Keep reading.”

I whimper but attempt to continue. The moment I begin talking he continues his torture. “There once was a ruler who wished to conquer all of the lands… fuck.”

His tongue slips from my center, taking one more long lick before pulling away. “I don’t think that’s how it went. Maybe I should stop, so you can read properly.”

Shaking my head, I clamp my thighs around his head and send him a glare. “Don’t you dare.”

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