Page 34 of Exiled Prince

He simply sees me.

“I love you, too, Sunshine,” he rasps, kissing my lips and letting his tongue taste mine. “You’re mine, no matter how much of a pain in the ass you are.”

I grin.

“Now get on your knees. I’m still hard from you touching me at breakfast, and you’re going to fix that for me, little wolf.”

Fuck, every time he calls me that, I know he wants to play. Sweet Bane has flipped to a dominating one, and I love it.

Moving to my knees in front of him, his eyes darken at my obedience. He slowly rolls up his shirt’s long sleeves, exposing his tattooed, corded forearms. He then spreads his muscular thighs, and I settle in between them.

“You have the sexiest thighs,” I blurt out, and his lip twitches.“They are big and hard and…”

He lowers his face to me. “I’ve had females say that about other parts of me but not my thighs.”

My eyes narrow, and the bastard simply smirks.

“Hands behind your back,” he orders while he pulls out his cock, leaning back and stroking himself as he watches me. “You’re going to make me come with just your mouth on me.”

He feeds me his cock slowly, and I moan when my mouth is full, sucking him as deep as I can take him. He grips my hair into a ponytail, using it to control my movements. My hands fall to my sides, and his eyes dart to the movement. “Hands in place.”

They cross over at my back once more as I continue to pleasure my mate, loving every moan and the way his fingers tighten on my scalp. “I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every drop like a good girl, aren’t you?”

I nod, and he strokes my cheek.

“Fuck,” he grits out as he finishes, his head falling back and his eyes closing. The veins in his neck pop out, and I want to run my tongue over them. I swallow every drop of his sweet and salty taste and then moan as he lets go of my hair and leans forward to slide his hand in my pants.

“You’re so wet, just from having my cock in your mouth,” he says in a husky tone, lifting his finger to his lips and sucking it into his mouth. “Fuck. Clothes off, little wolf, and then lay back on the bed. I’m suddenly starving.”

Fuck.

Yes.

***

Two hours later, we are standing in the throne room of the Fae Kingdom, and Bane is shaking his hands with the male who took my virginity, the same hands that had me screaming out his name just thirty minutes prior.

I don’t want to be here right now, but to find my brother, I will do anything.

Not to mention, these people mean something to Bane, so I need to put in the effort to get to know them. I probably should have just told Bane about my history with Rave. But maybe, just maybe, the fates will look down on me, and no one will bring up anything.

Astrid stands from her throne when she sees Bane and throws her arms around him. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Busy,” Bane replies, smirking. He turns to me and pulls me closer. “Astrid, I want you to meet my mate.”

Astrid finally notices me, her hazel eyes widening. “Just as beautiful as I remember,” she mutters, shaking her head and offering me her hand. I place my gloved one in hers—clean ones because I can’t be touching Bane’s dick and then going around touching others. “It’s nice to meet you. I knew you were coming, but I didn’t know the timeline.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.” I smile, hoping she soon won’t try to kill me.

The Shadow King looks over at me, his icy-blue eyes not giving anything away. He’s still as good-looking and imposing as I remember. He might expect me to bow, but I’m not going to. I feel like once you’ve bled on someone’s cock that should make things less formal, right? When Bane doesn’t bow, I’m guessing he doesn’t give a fuck either.

“Saylor, King Rave,” Bane introduces, his palm coming to rest on my lower back.

“Saylor?” Astrid mouths, looking between Rave and me, her lips pursing. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Bane takes a protective step closer to me, angling himself in front of me. Rave notices the gesture, a muscle working in his jaw. “What?” Bane growls, his eyes on Astrid. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Rave grits out, placing his hand on hismate’s nape.

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