Page 95 of Of Brides Of Queens

Fury mounted and bristled in her at my eager nearness, and yet losing composure was something this princess might loathe. “You wish to know why he would ask that of a woman he wanted for princess?”

I nodded. “I do. A very rude question, but I am curious indeed.”

“What shall you give me if I answer you?” the princess purred.

What information would I give her king, in other words. “What would you like?”

“You will watch as I touch him.”

She spoke of touchingmyking? Rage flicked into being, bubbling in under my patches. “This would satisfy you in some way?”

She smirked. “Satisfy? He has never disappointed. But in this I would be amused in immortality.”

“Perantiqua,” said the monster we negotiated over. “Remember a king’s game.”

Take’s game was information and the breaking of my heart. How ironic that See was warning about the exact thing he intended to do to me. I snorted.

See interpreted my derision. “Even so. The task is mine.”

He would not share my heart break. “I have remembered a king’s game, but I am most curious. Could you bear her touch after what we shared last night, do you suppose? I am very sore myself.”

I did enjoy that his grin did not need to be seen to be experienced. His chest rumbled its gratification at my claiming behavior. “I am only in pain from the ache of wanting more of you.”

Princess Take scoffed. “More? You mean anything at all. Perhaps you can pretend she is me while I touch you.”

My gaze snapped to hers. “Let us define touch.”

“I will sheath myself on his cock and ride him.”

“You will not,” King See replied without hesitation.

Yes, I would certainly not treat him the same as other kings now.

“That is less like a touch, Princess Take, and more like sex,” I remarked.

His rejection had angered her, but she clung to composure still and focused on me. “Perhaps King See should say what he will accept.”

The king in question faced me. “A king would hear whatshewould accept, for fear that he would never make her sore again.”

I chuckled, and he inhaled sharply at the sound.

The princess jerked on her chair. “The song of you?—”

What the song was, she never divulged before clamping her luscious lips shut.

I considered See.

The touch had to be enough to make Princess Take feel she had triumphed, but not enough to cheapen See or raise a rage in me. “She might run her hands up your thighs and stroke your cock through your trousers. Three times, and no more. Does this sit well with you?”

King See’s shoulders tightened. “I will pay the price for your curiosity.”

Princess Take gurgled a laugh. “I will make you hard. And then she will know that your body wants me, even if your silken words have convinced her otherwise.”

I had not considered that possibility, not having a cock of my own, but I could not back down.

See answered, “As you have said, Princess Take, I will think of her anyway. Any hardness will be because she watches what you do, nothing more.”

“For this, you will answer my question fully and truthfully,” I demanded.

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