Page 19 of Claimed by the Bastard Prince
The finger prodding her ass became more insistent, but he didn’t quite push into her tightness. Pressure against her most secret hole amplified her arousal and made her come longer and harder than she thought possible. She closed her eyes and cried out. Immense quakes of pleasure stole her breath and robbed her of all rational thought.
“Has anyone ever touched you here before, Cora?” he asked, still pounding away in her pussy. God, the man had stamina. She was spent of all energy, but it didn’t matter because he had enough for the both of them.
“Akeen, I really don’t think that’s any of your business.” What would he think if he discovered she’d seldom enjoyed more than regular missionary position sex? She could count on one hand the number of times she’d been taken from behind, and it had been dark in the room during each of those rare instances. In addition, no one had ever touched her asshole before. The very idea made her entire body flush.
“Answer the question.” He applied more pressure, until he finally breached her snug passage and pushed the tip of his finger inside.
“Oh God!” She jerked against him, the odd but not unpleasant sensation causing her insides to tighten with the return of her arousal. Her clit commenced throbbing, as if she hadn’t just come undone moments ago and was winding up for another release.
He reduced the pace of his thrusts in her pussy, teasing her with slow, shallow drives that made her whimper in frustration. She broke out in a sweat and writhed beneath him as the aching in her core increased and she hovered on the edge of carnal bliss.
“Answer me, Cora, or I will torture you like this all day.”
“Fine! Yes, this is the first time I’ve been touched there.”
She was on the verge of asking him to pound her hard again when he increased his speed and pushed deeper in her ass.
Holy fuck.
Stars exploded behind her eyelids in an array of changing colors, rivaling the display of last night’s fireworks. She moaned as another orgasm pummeled through her, the delicious pulses of heat intensified by the added pressure of having her ass and pussy filled at the same time.
Akeen emitted another one of his deep sexy growls and slowly withdrew from her bottom hole. He shuddered and gripped her hips harder, the pace of his thrusts in her pussy quickening. His cock jerked inside her and she felt the warmth of his seed spurting out into the thin layer of rubber separating them. She appreciated that he’d used protection without any argument, but damn, she imagined the feel of his unsheathed cock sliding into her pussy would be wondrous.
Maybe another time.
Her spirits soared thinking there might be a next time with Akeen, even as her rational mind wagged a finger at her and urged her to hop on the first plane back to America.
He pulled out of her pussy and she collapsed on the bed beneath him. Though she was exceedingly fatigued, her entire being hummed with satisfaction.
Akeen gave her ass an affectionate slap—yeah, he was definitely an ass man—and vanished into the bathroom for several moments. She heard the running of water followed by a knock on the door.
Fuuuuck. What now? She scrambled under the covers, expecting members of the Royal Guard to barge straight into the bedroom again. But to her relief, though the knocking persisted, no one charged in. She supposed that meant it wasn’t an emergency.
Akeen exited the bathroom, shrugging into a plush white robe, and hurried toward the entrance of his quarters.
Her heart pounded. What if they wanted to ask her more questions about Greg? What if they planned to restrict her to the palace beyond the four days she had planned to stay in Ismallia? A wave of sickness rose in her stomach at the thought of leaving, even though she most certainly had to return to Manhattan.
Staying would be madness. She’d only known Akeen for a day.
She reminded herself that he could get any woman he wanted. He probably had a dozen potential girlfriends waiting in the wings. Girls who weren’t as shy and awkward in the bedroom. Her cheeks heated when she recalled how much she’d struggled when he first tried to fuck her from behind, and her surprised reaction to his finger prodding her asshole.
Masculine voices drifted into the bedroom. Curious, she wrapped herself up in the bedsheet and traipsed to the doorway of the bedroom. She peeked out, but didn’t see anyone. She didn’t have a direct view of the entrance of Akeen’s quarters, but she could hear the voices better. Closing her eyes and concentrating, she cocked her head to the side and held her breath, trying to catch a few words or a complete sentence.
Her pulse quickened when she heard her name, but Akeen and the other men—she heard at least two distinct voices in addition to his familiar deep brogue—spoke so quietly that she couldn’t make anything else out. She returned to the bed and waited for Akeen.
* * *
“Greg Keller’s lover,Maria Heshanoma, has been captured, along with many of her family members believed to be involved in the plot against King Brenul. A group of over twenty of them have been arrested and are being transported to the Royal Guard’s headquarters south of Ta-Kona. It seems the poison affected Greg’s mind badly before he died. He’d been rambling in the hospital about the plot to kill King Brenul and being crossed by his ex-girlfriend, then when the authorities showed up to question him, he gave them your name instead of Maria’s. We aren’t sure if he named you on purpose, or if he was simply delirious from the pain and confused. But it doesn’t matter now, because Maria and the others are no longer a threat.”
“That’s good news, then,” Cora said, but she looked uncertain. “Are you leaving now? To help with the investigation?”
“No. I’m not actually a member of the Royal Guard, but when there’s an incident on palace grounds, I often get involved. Or if a suspect isn’t being very forthcoming in their answers, they will sometimes be brought to the palace and locked in the dungeon until I’m able to get them to talk.”
A slight shudder ran through her, and he approached her and sat on the bed, wrapping an arm around her.
“You’re uncomfortable with my line of work.”
“You could say that. How often do you, um,you know.”
