Page 99 of Sett and his King
"Out. Go on. Get."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Sett slipped me his hand and took me out of the kitchen and straight into the bedroom.
I shut the door and leaned against it, holding on to Sett for dear life and studying his face as if it was a work of art.
Well, it was to me.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing." I sighed.
"You're clearly thinking something."
I shrugged. "Your son said I'm good for you."
He smiled and pressed his body against me. "You are good for me. Am I good for you?"
I took a breath and forgot to exhale because the question knocked the wind out of me. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Without a shadow of a doubt."
"Good," he said and kissed my lips.
When I didn't reciprocate he pulled back and stared at me. "You all right?"
"Does that mean you'll stay?"
I bit my lip, my cheek, my tongue, everything because I dreaded the answer to my question.
"What? How are you even doubting that?"
I shrugged. "Because I'm insecure and need constant validation?"
Sett raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Then let me oblige you," he said and kissed my cheek. "I'm here." He kissed my neck. "To stay." He kissed the other side of my neck. "If you'll have me. There's no place I'd rather be than by your side, always and forever, my king. Is that better?"
A frog formed in my throat and I swallowed it away. "Yes. Yes. That's all I want. You, forever after."
"Well…" he said and proceeded to kiss my clavicle, my chest and slowly made his way down to his knees and looked up at me. "I'm glad we're in agreement."
He looked so divine there I could barely breathe and something told me he was about to steal every ounce of oxygen in my body.
And for a change, I want it with all my being.
Sett
Ikissed him again and again. I couldn't stop kissing him, holding him, touching him, feeling him with every part of me. None of it was enough to satisfy the anguish I felt knowing he'd almost died but it came close.
Each moment in his company only served to remind me what had almost happened, how I'd let him go and had left him behind. I didn't think I would ever forgive myself for that no matter if Drew did. And I'd live each day trying to make up for it. Spend every day letting him know he was loved and wanted and that I'd never let him get in harm's way ever again.
I knelt before him, my love, my mate, my king, raised his shirt to reveal his groin and pressed my lips to the soft part, his core.
I kept kissing. Even if I wanted to stop I couldn't anymore. I pulled at the waistline of his trousers and with slow, delicate movements slipped them down until they revealed his beautiful, glorious cock that was already hard just for me.
He shuddered as soon as my lips wrapped around his girth and both hands found solace in my hair. His fingers on my head sent shivers all the way down my spine and to my own cock, which pulsed in response.
I relaxed my throat so I could take more of him in my mouth and his hold on my tightened, a groan escaping his lips that reverberated through me, a wave of desire that made throb with need.
It took all my willpower to focus on the task at hand and not lose my head to the way my body was reacting to him, to my own desire, and my hard work was rewarded by coaxing more frequent and louder moans from Drew.
I didn't stop until Drew strained and pushed me back, gasping for air.
