Page 41 of The Call of Crimson
“My greedy little demon,” he purrs in my ear before working another finger inside my ass.
I shudder, dangerously close to unraveling. “Make me come,” I demand, already tipping forward into the storm of it.
He doesn’t hesitate. His thrusts grow erratic, relentless, until my body clamps down, and I have no choice but to fall. He covers my mouth with one hand as I scream his name into his palm, the sound swallowed by the velvet-dark confines of the carriage.
Pleasure crests in wave after wave, soaking the space between us, seeping into everything. My breath stutters, thighs trembling from the aftershock.
“Gods, Princess,” Aurelius groans. “That was fucking sexy. I can’t wait to wear your scent. Now I’m going to fill you withmycum as we enter your fiancé’s kingdom. When you step foot into his palace, it’ll be my seed spilling down your thighs.”
His feral possessive words spark something volatile inside me. Uninhibited whimpers fall from my lips before he spills himself with one final thrust.
I collapse against his chest, the warmth of release slipping between us, his hands smoothing my hair back as the carriage begins to slow. My breath catches in my throat as I slide off his lap, limbs still loose with afterglow.
“Forty-eight seconds?” I pant. “Was that really true?”
He laughs as he buttons his own pants. Before I have mine back in place, he flips us so I’m sitting on the bench, looking into his devious, dark eyes.
“How about I just show you, hm? I’d say we have a couple of minutes before that carriage door opens. Maybe less.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he shoves two fingers on his right hand into my pussy, curling them forward. I feel his Gift work at full capacity as pleasure and blood flow immediately build around my clit. His fingers continue curling inside of me as his thumb finds my clit.
Sweet relief washes through me at his touch, and I hiss as his teeth find the spot between my neck and shoulder. He bites down, sucking the skin into his warm mouth. The combined sensation has me racing toward a second climax.
In and out, his fingers pump, curling every single stroke. His thumb circles my clit faster as his Gift continues coursing through me, heightening my pleasure. Then he mutters the words that are my complete undoing, “Be my good little whore, General, and come on my fingers.”
My orgasm explodes through me, my back arching off the seat, legs trembling. I suck in a deep breath, trying to bringmyself down from the high his touch created. Euphoria ebbs through me as I feel him pull my pants back into place.
He traces my lips with the fingers he just used to fuck me, then slips them in my mouth. “Suck.”
I oblige, running my tongue over his fingers and savoring the salty, tangy flavor of our combined releases. Just then, the carriage door flies open, revealing an irritated Prince Ayden.
“Are you two fucking kidding me right now?” His angry amber eyes dart between us.
“No, we justfinishedfucking,” Aurelius says easily, smirking. “Sorry you missed the show.”
I move toward the door, but Ayden stops me. Heated eyes take me in as he scans every inch. “Princess,” he says, quiet and firm, “you are going to play along with what comes next. Aurelius, you are going to restrain yourself and let it happen. There are eyes watching. Am I absolutely clear?”
I nod in understanding, wondering what comes next.
“Aurelius,” Ayden growls, “I need confirmation.”
After a few moments, Aurelius begrudgingly responds, “Fine. I won’t react.”
Ayden’s shoulders sag in relief. “Sorry about this, love.”
He pulls me from the carriage and into his arms in one smooth motion, one hand wrapped low on my back, the other threading into my hair. His lips find mine in a searing kiss. Using his grip on my hair, he tilts my head back and uses the new angle to take the kiss even deeper.
I play along, just like he demanded, letting my tongue meet his as my hand grips the back of his shirt tightly. He breaks our kiss, trailing his lips down my neck to the same place Aurelius had just bit. The flesh there is tender, and I realize Aurelius must have left a mark. Ayden covers the spot with his mouth, sucking it with fervor.
A soft, breathy whimper escapes me at the sensation, and I feel my body responding to his touch. It’s nothing like the passion Aurelius ignites within me, but it’s responding all the same.
“Brother, are you done attacking your fiancée’s neck? I would like to meet her.” A sensuous alto voice says, breaking the trance we were in. It carries the same familiar accent that Ayden speaks with, and I find myself wanting to hear her sing.
Ayden releases my neck and disentangles his fingers from my hair. He does his best to straighten my curls and clothing before turning to face the female.
When he steps aside, my eyes find a female who I have no doubt is Ayden’s sister, Rowina. Dark brown curls bounce as she turns her head, amber eyes to match his stare back at me. She’s shorter than me, but not by much. Round hips and a generous bust give her curves similar to my own. She’s not toned like I am, but she’s not delicate, either.
“Oh my brother.” She cocks her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face. I take a step forward to introduce myself, but she beats me to it, pulling my hand up to her mouth and placing a gentle kiss across my knuckles. “She is far too beautiful for you. I should like to keep her for myself.”
