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Had I gone too far? Perhaps. But the fact that she hadn’t punched me was confirmation that my words were accurate, even if they were harsh.
This was not how I saw this conversation playing out, but I no longer care. I storm out of the council room, needing to distance myself from the female who infuriates me beyond belief.
CHAPTER SIX
BREYLA
The stone floor is cool to the touch as my bare feet pad along the throne room floor. Shadows fall along the walls, wrapping around every curve and distorting my view. Strong, defined, bare thighs are spread wide on the seat.
Darkness obscures my vision, only pieces of the male are visible to me. Chills erupt along my spine as a hand trails up his thigh. The shadows shift, revealing his cock standing fully at attention between his muscular thighs.
He’s hard—rock solid with a bead of arousal glistening on the head of his cock.
My mouth dries, my tongue darting out along my bottom lip as I watch his hand grasp his length. He squeezes the base, pumping himself in slow, deliberate strokes.
He chuckles softly, the shadows shifting to reveal a gold crown with black jewels on his head.
With his free hand, he curls his fingers, beckoning me toward him.
I bite my bottom lip as my feet move forward of their own volition. Somewhere along the way, I come to the conclusion this must be Aurelius, his still-obscured features are enough to convince me. As I reach the throne, I decide I must be dreaming because I’m not angry at him—I’m desperate for him.
If this is a dream, it doesn’t matter. I can let myself feel the damning pleasure he never fails to deliver.
His hand continues pumping his cock, thumb rolling over the tip in slow, tantalizing motions.
Using his free hand, he palms me just below my ass, pulling me forward onto the throne. I land straddling him and realize for the first time that I’m naked.
Rough fingers trail the skin of my thigh, drawing invisible patterns on my heated flesh.
My core clenches, and I rock against his leg, letting him feel the wetness pooling at my center.
“I want you inside me,” I whimper with another roll of my hips.
I reach through the shadows still obscuring his face, willing them to move. They don’t respond.
He pumps himself faster, a lustful groan escaping his mouth. His other hand grasps my hip, urging me to move higher up his lap toward his waiting cock.
I lift up, aligning my center over his weeping length. A frustrated sigh leaves my lips when he keeps me hovering above him.
“I said I want you, Aurelius,” I whisper.
He rubs the head of his cock through the wetness pooling at my center, taunting me with what I’m so desperate to feel right now.
The shadows move again as he leans forward, trailing aggressive kisses along my throat. His lips reach my ear, and he purrs, “You said my name wrong, My Queen.”
Recognition hits me as my body flies backward off his lap. I land on the throne room floor, staring into Ayden’s unobscured face in horror.
I narrow my eyes, anger flaring in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck you, Ayden.”
“Do you want to, love?” he asks, his hand still stroking down his length. “You were dripping for me.”
“That wasn’t for you,” I seethe. “I thought you were Aurelius.”
“Did you now?” His honeyed eyes blaze, roaming my exposed form from head to toe. “What was your excuse for the hallway incident?”
“Is that what this is about?”
“That is precisely what this is about, love. Consider us even.” He disappears, the dream fading into blackness.
