Page 56 of Of Song and Scepter
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Your Highness.” My voice wavers.
“Soren,” he corrects me. “Please.”
“That’s inappropriate, Your Highness.”
“What if I don’t want to be appropriate with you, Wicked?” His voice is hoarse, as if the words choked him on their way out.
“Then walk away.” My careful control crumbles in an instant. I drag my claws over his knuckles. The heat between us ignites, threatening to swallow me whole.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he declares, lifting me into his arms.
And I, shoving aside all my internal warnings, hook my legs around him and hold on tightly.
Chapter thirty-two
Soren
I’ve never craved anythingas I do Enna. My forbidden, irresistible mystery. I can’t have her.Shouldn’t. Yet my desire for her consumes me with a raging fire. As crown prince, I shouldn’t want this feral little thing, this brutal fighting machine, the handmaid to my betrothed royal match. But the passion in my gut threatens to explode.
Her skin blooms under my touch, warm currents of her electricity rising to the surface beneath my hands as I trace the valley of her spine and the undersides of her thighs. Her breath hitches, and my control snaps.
Impulsively, I grab her, pressing her soft skin as I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my hips, settling in perfectly, like she was made to fit here. Her bare breasts press against mychest, and she shivers as she brushes her hardening nipples, side to side, across my scales that gather on my sternum.
I groan, tucking my face into her neck, and thank the gods for Enna’s dislike of Coral fashion. My lips find her flesh, suckling, kissing, licking. I can’t get enough of her taste—this electric sweetness. Her claws slide through my hair, and I roll my hips into her. She whimpers in response, needy and desperate, the tension melting from her body in my embrace.
I lift my chin in time to see the pleasure flash in her eyes. Her mouth opens in a gasp, those wicked fangs glinting in the sun, stark white against the wet chasm of her throat.
Gods above.
I bite down on her collarbone, then smooth the spot with my tongue. She presses down harder on my cock, rocking her hips. But two can play that game. I flex my cock, stiffening under her as my balls tighten with need. She moans as she feels me grow beneath her.
“That’s it, Wicked,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe. “You want me too.”
She hisses, tilting her head back to expose more of her neck. “Pretend to know what I’m thinking one more time, pretty prince, and I’ll slit your throat.”
I walk her toward the rocks, my vision blurring as she runs her fingers through my hair. Claws on my scalp. Fingers on my neck. Twisting in my hair, yanking, demanding. Her lips find my forehead, decorating me with sweet yet urgent kisses. I duck behind the closest boulder and press her against its ledge. She squeezes her legs tighter, hands rushing to untie the strings of my pants and the belt of her loincloth. With one hand firmly on her tight ass, I slip out of my trousers, cock springing free, and I slide the fabric beneath her for a more comfortable seat on the rock.
She’s glorious. Her hair sticks out in its usual crazy angles, full of sand and reedgrass. Her lip pouts, glistening with want. And those eyes—gods, those eyes.Like two purple stars, brilliant in color against the pale white of her skin. She devours me with them, even as I’m devouring her, like she cannot get enough ofme.
Her eyes trail down my chest, landing on my cock. Under her appraising gaze, it strains to its full length. She swallows, eyes widening, and I swell with male pride. Her cunt blooms before me, swollen and wet. My mouth waters, craving the taste of her, even as my hands flex, reaching, trailing my knuckle up through those slick folds. She trembles around me, and I nudge her swollen clit.
“Fuck,” she moans.
That dirty mouth needs to be punished. Right along with the rest of her.
I tuck my thumb inside her warmth as I weave my free hand into the hair at her neck and yank, tilting her face to meet mine. Her mouth parts, plump and ready for me. Her eyes darken with hunger.
I capture her lips. Her mouth is cool as the Abyss: ice to the heat that boils in my veins. Our lips move in a frenzied rhythm, and I slip my tongue between those deadly fangs.
My thumb flexes inside of her, massaging. She flexes around me, bucking her hips, breaking our kiss in a shuddering moan.
Her long, pointed claws dig into my shoulders, dragging me closer. The spines on her arms flex in and out as pricks of purple light flicker across her skin. I slip my thumb out of her and tug her closer, right where I need her. My cock slides against the wetness between her legs. She adjusts her position on the rock ledge, maneuvering to align herself.
Her eyes pop open, staring up at me with ecstasy. She slowly drags her sweet pussy along the hard length of my cock. “F-fuck,” she whimpers. “I’m going to—” The spines on her arms quiver with her effort.
I grab her chin, tilting her face to meet my gaze. “I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock.”
Her lip trembles, and she nods. I lift her higher, angling my cock to meet her entrance. She thrusts, dragging my tip through her wetness. Pleasure zings through me.
