Page 104 of A Throne of Blood & Vengeance

The corners of his lips curled into a lopsided smile that I knew was his real one. “This is Lunaria, Drav. We endure and survive, but that doesn’t mean we come out unscathed. Those rangers were dead the moment they were captured. You can’t regret granting them what I’m sure was a kinder death than the wraiths would have given them.”

“I don’t,” I said truthfully. “Am I proud that I chose my life over theirs? No. Would I do it again? Absolutely.”

He didn’t say anything as I dropped both of my hands to his waist and tilted my head to touch my forehead to his. A second later, his hands rested over mine.

“The only thing in my wretched life that I regret is how much I hurt you that night,” I whispered, because in my worst nightmares, I relived the scene of Kieran coming to one of my mother’s parties and me breaking his heart in front of everyone. That beautiful smile falling from his face as I loudly announced that I was bored with him. That he should watch how he spoke to me since he was just a courtier.

Fuck. I was just one of many who had thrown Kieran’s station in his face.

The nightmares never ended there though. No, the grand finale was always me finding Kieran’s broken body somewhere. It was me waking up in panic with a pit in my soul, thinking Kieran was dead—and that I’d never have the chance to make things right between us.

That ended now.

“You are everything to me, Kier. I’m the one who’s not worthy of you.” I pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, which were glistening with tears. “But I will spend the rest of my life proving how much I fucking love you, if you’ll let me.”

“You have nothing to prove to me,” Kieran said forcefully. When I opened my mouth, he clamped a hand over it. A few tears raced down his cheeks, but he was smiling at me. “And I’m more than happy to spend the rest of my life convincing you that you are worthy of being loved, because I absolutely love you beyond reason.”

Then he dropped his hand from my mouth and kissed me.

The taste of him flooded my mouth, and when he bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, I moaned. That sound was apparently his undoing because Kieran shoved me back a few steps and tore my tunic off before roughly yanking my pants down.

Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees and swallowing my cock.

“Fuck, Kier.” I grunted as my hand fell to the back of his head, fingers twisting in his hair. “I was planning on doing this to you.”

He looked up at me as his lips slid back up my hard length. His tongue circled my broad head before releasing me completely. “Sorry, love.” He gripped my base with his right hand and squeezed, giving me a cheeky grin that had me almost coming all over his damn perfect face. “But I was already intending on doing this, and I’m absolutely not stopping now.So how about you be the charming prince you are and fuck my mouth hard enough that I gag?”

“As you demand.” I used my hand to push his head onto my cock at the same moment I thrust my hips forward.

Without breaking eye contact, he took me all the way in, his hand moving to cup my balls while his head bobbed up and down. I hadn’t been lying, I’d been intending to throw him onto the bed and lavish him with praise and pleasure.

But if this was what my love wanted, who was I to deny him?

My thrusts became harder and more punishing, and Kieran let out a muffled moan as my cock hit the back of his throat over and over again. I felt myself start to coil and tighten. Gods, he was already going to make me come, like I was some inexperienced youth getting off for the first time.

“Kier,” I ground out and yanked him off me. “I’m not ready yet, and your mouth is too fucking perfect.”

He rose to his feet, that same playful grin on his face as he forced me to walk backwards until I hit the bed. I sat down, and Kieran shoved me onto my back. I was bigger than him and could have held my own, but I was kind of liking this bossy side of him, so I stretched across the bed, propping myself up on my elbows so I could watch him strip.

I gripped myself and lazily moved my hand up and down my cock while I admired Kieran’s lean and hard body. Kieran watched me hungrily as he pulled a small glass vial from his pocket before ditching the rest of his clothes.

“Remember the game we used to play at parties?” Kieran moved to the edge of the bed and gripped my legs, pulling me closer to himself before angling them over his shoulders. Then he tipped the vial, letting some of the clear fluid seep out onto his fingers until they glistened.

“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned when his hand slid under my ass and those slick fingers started teasing me.

“That was definitely part of the game.” He chuckled darkly. “What was the other part?”

One finger slid in, stretching me out, and I bit back the second groan that tried to slip free. “To be quiet,” I breathed. “You used to love fucking me near that damned veranda.”

“And your favorite spot was in that alcove right behind where the musicians played.” He pushed another finger inside me, and this time, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. “The others are only a few doors down. Trust me when I say that you don’t want to be around Cali when her sleep gets disturbed.”

“You’re kind of wicked, Kier.” I stroked myself harder.

“You love it.” He grinned down at me and added a third finger.

“I do,” I panted. “I really fucking do, but if you don’t get your cock inside me in the next ten seconds, I’m going to bend you over this bed and—fuck!”

I thrust hard into my own hand as Kieran did exactly what I demanded. His thick length glided into me as he spread my legs a little wider over his shoulders.

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