Page 63 of Princess of Thieves

“Good, Tuck,” I murmur. “That’s so good.”

His fingertips slip inside, and I can’t hold back the gasp as he pushes in, deeper and faster than I expected.

“I need you,” Tuck tells me, holding me in place with a trembling arm. “I need this. Can I—”

“Yes.” I reach for him, pull him to me, spread my legs wider, inviting him in.

Tuck takes a breath, and then presses into me.

“Unh.” I clutch his shoulder, tensing briefly around the length of him.

“Shit,” he says, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Are you—”

I shake my head, shifting my hips so he stretches me even further, fills me fully. “P...” I shudder. “Perfect,” I manager, at last. I glance up to him, feeling drunk, hazy with the feeling of him filling me. “Feel good, Tuck?”

“Feels...” He groans. “Amazing. You feel amazing.”

“Move, now,” I whisper into his ear. “In and out.”

Tuck’s face is screwed up in pleasure, his body shaking, his chest flushed. He starts thrusting, his body moving faster and faster, his cock going deeper and deeper. Every slick stroke fills me further, and when his hand finds my clit again, a sharp cry looses itself from my throat.

“Maren,” he chokes. “I’m...I’m gonna...”

So close. Already. The thought alone nearly sends me over the edge. I fling my hands back on the table, arch my back toward him just to slow myself, hold back the friction.

“I can’t...” He sucks in a breath. “I’m gonna have to...”

“Do it, Tuck,” I pant, digging in my fingernails, barely clinging. “Don’t...ah!” The shriek surprises me, rings against the walls of the room.

“Don’t,” I breathe, “hold back.”

Tuck nods, and groans, and he comes, comes hard, pulsing and hot inside me, hands tight on my hips as he drives himself deep, and the feel of it, his pleasure, his need, pushes me over the edge. I let go, feel myself fist around him, again and again, desperate and tight against the hot length of his cock, and cry out.

Then the world returns. My body goes taut and then falls loose, a warm wave of satisfaction rushing over me.

Tuck breathes hard, still holding me, looking stunned, like he can’t believe his luck. He smells warm and sweet and familiar,and I lean forward, so my forehead’s pressed against his shoulder. We stay like that a moment, until suddenly we’re both laughing softly.

I pull myself back up, stare into his eyes. “You don’t think they heard, do you?”

“I, uh...” Tuck scratches the back of his head, glances at the ceiling. “I’d be surprised if they—”

Footsteps thunder down toward us, and suddenly the three others appear at the door, alarm on all their faces.

“What’s going on?” LJ barks. “Is Maren okay?”

“What?” I say, still a little dazed. The three of them seem to realize

“We heard...” Will lifts his eyebrows, pauses. “We thought she was having one of those episodes.”

“I...we...” Tuck stammers. Then frowns. “D’you mind, guys?”

“Guess not.” Rob smirks. “Well done there, Tuck. I have to say I’m impressed.”

“So everything’s okay,” LJ says, sweeping a glance around.

I giggle in spite of myself. “Yes,” I say. “Everything’s fine. Though you, um.” I glance back at the table, where I seem to have left claw marks deep in the felt behind me. “Might need a new pool table.”

Chapter Sixteen

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