Page 101 of The King's Maiden

King or not, I was still his Maiden.

It surprised me, given the way he’d deferred to Kingston under the stairs on my first day.

Maybe things were changing for him…

The way they were changing for me.

Before I could get ahead of myself, Kingston pressed against my back, his long, lean body fitting against mine and sending a trill of electricity up my spine. I glanced at him over my shoulder, smiling at the carefree look on his face.

“Be careful, Kingston,” I teased as I swiveled my hips against him. “People might think you’re playing favorites.”

He stared down at me intently, no trace of humor in his voice when he said, “Let them.”

When my lips parted in surprise, his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He gripped my hips and moved my body in time with the music, dancing with me as if we were the only two people in the room. But I noticed that not once did he try to pull me away from Landon.

Whether that was for appearances, because he wasn’t worried about his best friend, or because he might be more open to sharing than I would’ve expected, I didn’t know. And in thatmoment, pressed between both of them, I couldn’t bring myself to care. As long as the moment didn’t end.

With Landon’s thigh wedged between mine and Kingston grinding his hips against my ass, it didn’t take long for the need inside me to build back up. Sweat beaded at my temples, rolling down the sides of my face and neck to disappear between the valley of my breasts. Landon’s eyes tracked the movement, filling with a hunger that matched mine.

I wanted him. That much had become painfully clear. And it was written on both their faces that they wanted me, too.

The trouble was…I wanted them both.

As the song built to a climax, Landon reached into his pocket. Using one hand to guide my upper body back toward Kingston, he signaled his friend with a look. Kingston wound my arms up around his neck at the same time Landon took hold of my hips, keeping me astride his thigh. While Kingston ran his fingers down from my wrists to the curve of my breasts, Landon took hold of my chin.

“Remember the rules, Maiden.”

I nodded, the pace of our movements increasing as Landon clicked the remote in his hand. My back arched, but he held me steady. Panting, writhing, and driving toward my own crescendo, I met Kingston’s eyes.

They were wide and as piercingly blue as ever underneath the lights, jumping between me and Landon until he caught sight of the small remote in Landon’s hand.

His eyes grew impossibly dark, like a lightning storm sweeping in over a clear blue sky. His thumb swept under the curve of my breasts as Landon’s fingers dug into my hips.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to fight off the orgasm building furiously inside me.

“Eyes on me, love.”

At Kingston’s command, I forced my eyes open, locking them on his.

“Good girl,” they said in unison, sharing a look right after that nearly broke me.

My body trembled between them, everything tightening and reaching a breaking point I wouldn’t be able to withstand.

“Please, Sir. May I come?”

I didn’t know who I was asking. Maybe both of them. But it surprised me when Kingston deferred to Landon.

Landon pressed in close, bringing his lips right to my ear.

“Come, Maiden,” he ordered. “Now.”

I shattered. A scream built in my throat as my body tore apart in the most devastating climax I’d ever experienced.

And Landon knew it.

He covered my mouth, burying my head in the crook of his neck and muffling my scream.

Kingston kept up our pace, hiding the way I convulsed and came apart between them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When the waves of climax finally relented, I collapsed back against his chest—completely and totally spent.

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