Page 47 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
What would they do to me? Cassius would kneel before me, his mouth seeking hidden places. Harrow would make me kneel for him, and I’d do it.I picture Harrow’s long, pale fingers buried in in my hair, guiding my face toward a fully erect cock.My own fingers dip inside my center, pushing deep and making me gasp. The image is so clear in my mind.I can almost hear the wet sloppy sounds as I choke down Harrow’s length, my heart racing with my lips tightly wrapped around the thick girth of him.I curl my fingers upward, chest heaving.Would Harrow come in my mouth? If he did, would I be able to swallow it down?
Pressure builds inside me. What could both of those men do with their attentions fully focused on me? Fantasies swirl to life inside me.
Cassius with his face between my thighs, tasting every bit of me while I taste Harrow for myself.
I brush my thumb over my clit.Both men deep inside me at the same time.How would that work? One of them would have to be…Oh lord. The lewdness of that desire sends a shudder of pleasure running through me.
I want their mouths all over me, tongues, teeth, tearing me apart. I want them to take me in every position they can, and then I want Harrow in his other form.
Does his monster hunger for Cassius’s cock the way I’m ravenous for both? The things those shadows could do to my charming prince…
The more I imagine their attentions on each other, the more I realize I don’t want to share. I’ll have both, wholly. I desire them in different ways. One in the morning. Cassius of course. The sun streaming in will light up our bodies as we fill the sunrise hours with the sounds of our pleasure.
I’d have Harrow at night. Let the moonbeams illuminate us as we dare to try things I’d never speak of to another. Letting our moans echo off the sleepy castle walls.
Cassius’s warm hands and Harrow’s cold shadows. My cries of ecstasy as I'm stuffed with sunshine and shadow until I lose all control…
I’m so close, so close. I snap my eyes open, seeking my monster in the darkness. My hands are unsatisfactory after the shadow touches from Harrow. Ineedhim. I need to be touched by someone other than myself. Surely he’s still watching. Boldness floods my veins and I raise my free hand, beckoning him to me.
Harrow appears once more, stepping forward.I knew he was still there. Instead of answering my wish, though, he backs away, disappearing into the shadows. Rejection cuts through thehaze of my lust. Embarrassment and anger combine to form something dangerous in my gut.
If Harrow doesn’t want me, I know someone who does.
Sitting up and shoving my nightdress down, I leave my windowsill. My huff of frustration blows the wayward hair from my face. Crossing my room, I allow my confidence to grow with each step. What’s the harm in pursuing my desires? Someone killed my betrothed. The moment he died, I became a free woman. Untethered to another.
Cassius’s tawny eyes grow wide in surprise as I swing my door open.
“Princess, is something wrong?” His hand moves to the hilt of his sword.
When I don’t answer right away, he steps into the doorway, worry lining his face. Cassius is so broad he nearly blocks out the doorframe completely.
Rising on my tiptoes, I grab him by the back of the neck and pull his face down to meet mine.
“Princ—” he starts, but the word cuts short as my lips crash against his. Cassius halts our kiss, pulling back and gripping both of my shoulders. He stares at me, a shocked and conflicted expression on his face. Embarrassment burns through the lusty flush already warming my neck.
My body shifts backward ever so slightly. Cassius’s grip tightens, and before I can back away, his mouth finds mine. The warmth of his hands as they move to cup my cheeks matches the fire spreading through the entirety of my body. Liquid sunshine spills into my veins.
Cassius grips my waist and I melt into him. His hold loosens as he quickly speaks. “I’ve sworn to guard you this evening.” His words brush against my lips.
I’m wired, intoxicated with the pure rush of going after what I want. I break our kiss long enough to give him a coy smile.“Surely you can guard me better from the close proximity of my bed.”
He grins. There’s something hidden beneath that smile, a tantalizing wickedness that only occasionally peeks through. His hands find my waist again, rougher this time. I’m backed into one of the four posts of my bed. Blood pounds in my ears as he reaches for the hem of my nightgown.
Without thinking, I stop him. My hands find his, and his movements halt. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes.” The word is rushed. Cassius looks less than reassured. Why am I so nervous? I will myself to relax, but my grip on his only tightens. He drops my nightgown. Damn, my anxiety is messing everything up.
Reaching behind his belt, he procures a small, silver flask. “Liquid courage?”
I’m tempted to take a long swig of whatever is in that beautifully ornate container. Alcohol would definitely help my nerves. I raise a finger to my lips, pulling my cuticle between my teeth before quickly dropping my hand.
“No. I don’t need it.” I was almost poisoned. I’ve let a monster touch me. Not to mention I was murdered and came back from the dead. Life is so unpredictable it’s giving me whiplash. No more moments taken for granted. I’m done hiding my wants and desires behind some useless wall of embarrassment.
My hands slide up Cassius’s broad chest. Gripping him by his extravagant jeweled collar, I pull him away from the bed, diving in for another kiss as I maneuver us closer to the window.
My judgmental inner voice scoffs. Am I really doing this just to make Harrow jealous? No. Surely not. Cassius is gallant, kind, and ridiculously good-looking. My want for him has nothing to do with Harrow’s rejection.
Alright, it has a little bit to do with it, but I would have submitted to Cassius in a heartbeat if he had courted me properly. This turn of events just gave me the chance to take the lead first.
