Page 165 of The Robin on the Oak Throne

Graves sighed. “Walter’s different. I’m still not sure if he’s on our side.”

“Can you blame him? His magic burned out and you kicked him out when he was at his lowest.” She arched an eyebrow as she ran a finger down his tie. “Who does that sound like?”

“Do not compare us,” he said.

“I just mean that he’s hurt by what you did. He doesn’t trust you.”

“I don’t trust him, either.”

“We need him.”

Graves bit down a curse. “I know.”

When Gen had invited Graves, Kierse hadn’t thought he’d show up, let alone charm her friends andbelongin this world. Never in a million years had she thought he would gothis far out of his element. Only a few months earlier he’d refused to even have anyone in the house.

She liked this side of him. She liked it a lot.

“Thank you for what you did with Ethan.”

“Which is?”

She raised her eyebrows as she drew him in by his tie. “Told him about your past. Talked to him about being a Druid. By telling him the truth, he didn’t see you as the monster they paint you as.”

“That’s a problem,” Graves said, his lips an inch from hers, “because I am a monster.”

“My monster.”

“Whatever you want me to be.”

Graves swept his hand across the table and sent the glasses and dinner plates flying, shattering as they fell to the ground. He grasped her ass and lifted her into the air. She hastily wrapped her legs around his waist before he set her down on the edge of the table. He dragged their mouths together, stealing her breath. She wanted to taste every inch of him and not stop until she was through. It was all tongue and teeth and longing as he clenched his hands in her dress. Her fingers grasped the lapels of his suit coat, wanting nothing more than to strip him out of it.

“I’ve been wanting to get under this dress all night,” Graves told her.

He slid between her legs, rucking her dress up to her hip until it barely covered the tops of her thighs. His kiss was tender but unrelenting like he wanted her to know how much she meant to him and at the same time he wanted to devour her whole. Fuck the rest of the world. He just wantedher.

Graves’s seeking fingers slipped under the hem of her dress, and she lifted first one hip, then the other, helping him shuck off her black thong. He tossed it to the side and immediately slid his fingers between her wet folds before slipping inside of her. Her head tipped back on a muffled moan.

“The room is soundproof,” he promised.

She felt the kiss of his magic brush against her skin. She could be as loud as she wanted and no one would hear or dare disturb them.

He only gave her a few harsh strokes with his fingers before he released his cock and fit it to the entrance of her pussy. They both groaned with pleasure as he slid into her inch by glorious inch.

“Yes,” she gasped as he worked up to filling her fully.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said.

He dug his fingers into her hips as his cock slipped through her folds again and again. They both gasped as he finally drove fully into her and stilled. His head tipped forward, that midnight-blue hair obscuring his eyes, pure pleasure playing across his features.

“You feel amazing,” he ground out.

He hadn’t moved. As if he wasn’t able to with how delicious her pussy felt wrapped around his hard cock, like he wanted to revel in the sensation as long as possible. She squirmed, wanting him to take her, fuck her. Needing the release and wanting him to draw it out of her.

“Fuck, Wren,” he said. “You’re so greedy.”

Then he put a hand behind her knee and lifted one of her legs up, using the new angle for leverage, and began to move within her.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped.

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