Page 36 of His Dark Delights
“Careful. Those words verge on treason.” Soren’s hand fell on my thigh, curling into a white-knuckled fist.
“Good. Put me out of my damned misery. Then I wouldn’t have to watch this kingdom go to shit as you wage war on those magical savages,” she said spitefully.
I’d gathered that the Grand Duchess was Soren’s aunt, and from the way he initially spoke of her, I knew they didn’t get along. Now I saw why that was. The woman was entirely unpleasant.
It was strangely refreshing.
Rhydan cleared his throat as he lowered into his seat. “We were just speaking of the war, Your Grace. Substantial progress is being made.”
They delved into conversation around me, using war jargon that I failed to understand. Servants cascaded into the room, bearing silver trays piled high with food. Plates were filled as talk of politics and battles buzzed around the table.
Soren reached around me with his free arm to grab a fork. One I noted was wrong for the first course, by what Mrs. Gibson advised. Odd that a king wouldn’t use the correct utensil, but with the growing hardnessunder my bottom, barely hidden through our clothes, I chalked it up to distraction.
The king speared a chunk of red meat on his fork, then lifted it to my lips. Ignoring the words passed between his friend and aunt, he spoke hotly against my neck. “Here, Lilly, eat.”
I nodded and parted my lips. The hot, seasoned meat slid over my tongue, bursting with flavor and melting like butter. An unwanted moan rose in my throat, and I swallowed it down with my first bite of food.
“Good girl,” he praised, voice gruff and low so the others wouldn’t hear. The sound of it sparked a low, smoldering fire in my belly.
He continued feeding me from his plate with one hand, all the while the other traveled beneath the table, searching, pulling, dragging up the layers of my dress until my stomach was full and he’d exposed my thighs. If not for the height of the table and the pristine tablecloth the others would have seen when his hand brushed my knee, tracing the line of the ribbon holding up my stocking. They would have seen when his palm skimmed up my thigh and his central finger swiped over my soaked underthings.
My breathing became increasingly slow and ragged with each calculated glide of his finger. Even when the king hooked a digit in my underwear, probing the glistening treasure he discovered, I maintained a plastered, obedient smile. Despite my trembling legs, pounding heart, and burning blood, I held still as the Butcher continued his quest.
A peek over my shoulder revealed Soren’s gaze diligently fixed on Rhydan, sharing news of the recentlydispatched soldiers. He noticed my glance, and the corner of his wicked mouth kicked into a smirk.
Then his finger wiggled over my clit. Not enough to send me reeling from his lap, but enough to ignite a hot thrill through my core. My thighs tensed, forcing me to shift slightly and inadvertently grind against his rock-hard erection.
A stifled groan vibrated through Ren’s chest. I leaned into the sensation and subtly rolled my hips again and again. The action also rocked my clit into his finger, harder, faster, repeatedly. He met the motion, circling over my buzzing nerves until my arousal coated his finger.
A repeated word in the conversation reeled me back in, like a reluctant fish. I blinked through the pleasure contained between my legs, gritting my teeth to hold tight to my focus.
“We knew the war wouldn’t end when the Fae king died. King Oberyn was much beloved by his people,” the Grand Duchess said.
“The new fairy leading them into battle wears armor as red as blood,” Rhydan whispered, as if he were telling scary stories over a campfire.
“Ghastly,” Duchess Cecily claimed.
“Red as blood,” Ren scoffed. “The armor looks like oversized sewn together rose petals.” He shoved two fingers into my clenching pussy, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.
“Some type of flower fae, then?” Rhydan mused, scratching his chin.
“A nymph,” Ren snarled out, voice dripping with blatant disgust. His finger curled against a spot sensitive to pleasure within my walls and palmedmy clit. He moved relentlessly, like he was finger-fucking me as a distraction from his mood and the conversation.
Rhydan bolted upright in his seat. He snapped his fingers, and the sound cracked through my skull like thunder. “Could it be the Fae Queen leading their front lines now? Wasn’t she reported to be a flower nymph of some sort?”
The Grand Duchess gagged on her next breath, shaken by the suggestion. Her mouth gaped open as she exclaimed, “Queens do not fight. It’s not ladylike.”
Fae. They were talking about the fae. I needed to pay attention, but gods-fuck, Ren’s fingers felt too good.
“Their queen and a prince are all the fae have after I defeated Oberyn in the highlands. It’s possible. I’m sure she’d be enraged enough to pick up a blade after learning I burned Oberyn’s wings in the town square for the entire capital to behold.” Ren’s hand continued moving with concentrated force, no matter how firmly I squeezed my thighs together.
My attention slipped from the conversation. Words jumbled together in my ears as I struggled to keep my composure. The heat and strength of Ren’s hand were distracting as he worked to extract pleasure from my body. I didn’t know what they were saying, and I couldn’t focus as two thick, thrusting fingers curled inside of me.
A jolt of bliss pulsed through my core, and a second later, pleasure ripped through my clenching pussy. My blood hummed from the sudden burning, quaking climax ripping through my lower abdomen.
My hand clasped Ren’s thigh, nails digging into his pants and sinking them deep enough to leave weltson his flesh beneath the fabric. I dug in and held fast in a vicious effort to remain motionless through my orgasm. The king merely flexed his thigh muscles, letting me claw at him from the monumental task of going unnoticed.
“Even nobles from the provinces and smaller cities came to witness them burn. Who knew fairy wings would burn for days as they did?” Rhydan stated breezily.
