Page 30 of Winds of Destiny

Almost? Three of his massive fingers get me to almost? I think four might kill me. I can’t wait, I don’t want to wait, I want his cock inside of me, I want to feel his weight on my body as he fucks me so hard I see stars.

“Oh, is that all?” Kai murmurs, heat and amusement clear in his voice.

Was I speaking…out loud?

“You are, but I won’t hold it against you. Wait for me.” He pulls back, pullsout, and—

“Come back!” I’m absolutely desperate for it; I hate the feeling of emptiness losing his fingers leaves me with. He’s going for his shirt, but fuck that—I lean up and tear at the laces of his pants, then reach inside and finally lay my hand on his massive cock.Oh… Oh, he really is huge.Four fingers would probably be smart, but I’m too impatient. I want him inside of me so badly I can barely breathe.

“Oil,” I demand, and I love how holding him like this has suddenly robbed Kai of his grace, making him fumble for the salve as he tries not to move out of my grasp. He hands it to me, and I dip my fingers into the slick, thick unguent, then rub it along the length of his cock until he’s trembling with need.That’s more like it.I reach down and touch my hole, soft and yielding under my fingers, and I know I’m ready. I whisper in Kai’s ear, “Now fuck me.”

He moves quickly, and, before I know it, I’m on my back again, only this time he’s down with me, chest to chest, pressing his mouth to my neck as he slides the head of his cock against my ass and then—slowly—slowlyslips inside of me. I expect it to ache, but all I feel is heat and pleasure and intense satisfaction. “More,” I demand, and then—

There’sthe ache, oh gods, he just keeps going and going, beyond anyone I’ve ever felt before. Once he’s finally all the way inside it’s impossible to move. He’s on me, in me; I’m paralyzed by the weight of my desire. I’m so hard, I’m going to come all over him the second he pulls back, I know it.

He must know it, too, because he shifts just enough to reach his hand between us and clamp his fingers around the base of my cock, just barely stalling my orgasm. “Nooo,” I whine. “Please, no, I’m so close…” Vaguely I hear a shuffling outside the tent, but I can’t devote any attention to it—everything is focused on Kai right now.

“Wait,” Kai says, his voice tense. “Wait just a little longer.” Then he finally begins to move, and…

I’ve never been so ready to come in my entire life. Every thrust takes me to the knife’s edge of pleasure and back again, keeping me hanging over an abyss that will swallow me whole the second I fall. My nails dig into Kai’s back, pulling him closer, closer, until his belly brushes the head of my cock and suddenly it doesn’t matter that he’s holding me so tight, I’m coming even though nothing is coming out. I squeeze tightly around him, and he gasps and lets go of me as he comes himself, and then—

Ecstasy. Overwhelming pleasure as my cock finally begins to spurt. Every muscle in me clenches, the stars I’ve been waiting for erupt behind my eyelids, and then…

Then there’s nothing but warmth and darkness and the delight of a warm body against mine, keeping me from floating away. I don’t think sex has ever felt so good. It’s almost a shame, because there’s no way my husband will ever measure up after this.

Maybe he’ll agree to a threesome.

Unbidden, my mind turns toward Turo, like it always does when I’m not actively pushing against it. How much did he hear? Did he like it? Is he hard now, thinking of me like this? Does he wish it was him?

A warm hand touches my face, drawing me up and into a kiss. Kai is still inside me, and he’s not going soft. “We’re not done yet,” he promises as he begins to move again.

It’s just what I need to stop thinking about Turo and focus on happier things—like the man inside of me. I wind my arms around Kai, hold him close, and give myself over to pleasure.

Chapter Seventeen

Turo

I’ve heard Cam have sex before.

It’s not like I’ve gone out of my way to hear it, but protecting him has been one of my duties from the time I was able to remember my new name. It was inevitable that I’d be there when he seduced a lover for the night, and once he did, I was practically required to stay and ensure he came to no harm. What better time to try to assassinate a prince than when he has his guard down in the throes of passion? I’ve never minded before, because no matter who he’s sleeping with, Cam’s always come back to me after.

However, those “throes” have never, ever sounded like this. Tents are far from soundproof, but in this case, I can hear so much that I can picture everything happening between them down to the way they’re disrobing. It’s—fine, it’s fine, Cam seems to be enjoying himself, and that’s the important thing. I just wish I didn’t have to hear him do so inquiteso much detail, not least because it’s tough not to respond. The last thing I want right now is to get hard in front of five Dellians, three of whom I’ve just had the pleasure of beating the tar out of.

Morfan and his lover, Ferow, have no such compunction. Before two minutes have gone by, the pair of them are in their own tent going at it, thankfully a little more quietly. The other two wander off to their tent soon after, just to sleep, it seems. That leaves me by the fire with Rusen, splitting the watch and listening to Cam goonandonand… Honestly, it can’t be that good.

Can it?

At one point he starts begging, and the second the first “no” leaves his lips, I’m on my feet, ready to storm in there and pull Kai out by the end of his braid.

“It’s fine, give them a bit longer,” Rusen says, reaching out and whacking my leg with his hand. Well, trying to whack my leg—he misses because I’m not about to let him get a shot in on me, not even after the fact. “You’re as bad as a nursemaid,” he adds sourly. “The prince is capable andclearlyenjoying himself.” He rolls his eyes as another moan echoes through the night. “Leave him be.”

I hate taking anything from Rusen other than his dignity, but this time his advice is good. Cam is fine; I can tell that much. I’d know if he wasn’t. I sit back down, and Rusen nods.

He’s a little bruised here and there, but overall he doesn’t look any the worse for wear after his beating. Good. Despite what Cam or Kai might think, Iamtrying with these people. I want them to think well of Zephyth and their reception there, not regard us as unmannered and rude.

“So. Is Prince Camrael as good as he sounds?”

Never mind. I could never be considered as unmannered as this crass son of a bitch. “I wouldn’t know,” I say.

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