Page 151 of Prize for the King
“Hot,” adds Khay.
My husband growls in warning. “Stop distracting her.”
Raduna sits back against the headboard, his massive thighs comfortably spread. His cudgel of a cock lies on one, already purpling with arousal. He points at the space between his legs, and I shuffle forward, my heart pounding.
“I’d like you to kiss me first. Start slow. Make it last, my queen.”
I blink, my nerves and the lingering daze making me stupid. I motion at his cock that’s quite rigid now, and larger. “Kiss you… there?”
Thankfully, no one laughs. Raduna smiles with infinite understanding, like a kind teacher.
“Yes, Caliane. Kiss me there.”
I nod and get to work twisting my hair on my nape so it’s out of the way. Raduna watches me with sparkling eyes until I lean forward, bracing my hands on his thighs. I kiss him once, chastely, his skin soft and warm over the hard, throbbing flesh. He sighs, and I shuffle closer, peppering him with kisses.
Soon, I grow bolder, kissing him more deeply with my lips parted, my tongue caressing him. He groans and cups the side of my face.
“Yes, like that. Perfect. I’d like you to kiss the crown now. Just like that.”
I move toward his tip and give it a gentle lick before I press slow, sucking kisses into the slick flesh. His hips work with small motions, and he breathes hard. “That’s it. Beautiful. Look at me now, but don’t stop.”
I tilt my head sideways, keeping my lips sucked onto the bulging crown of him. His teeth are slightly bared, eyes dark as they swallow me.
“Good. Take it in your mouth now. Just the tip. You can’t fit muchmore anyway, can you? Such a dainty, human mouth.”
He sounds breathless and eager, and I struggle to hold his rapt gaze as I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him in. His taste overwhelms me at once, man and salt. Raduna’s hips twitch, and he lays his hand on the back of my head, his fingers gently massaging my scalp.
“Good. Perfect. Use your hands to stroke me and suck on the tip. It will be enough.”
I settle into a rhythm, taking him deeper once I know what I’m doing. I suck my cheeks in, letting him fill my mouth to the brim, my fingers gripping him tightly as they go up and down. He moans and gasps, encouraging me along the way.
“Good. Just like that. You feel so good. Perfect reward. I love it, Caliane. I love you on my cock.”
When he coats the back of my throat with cum, I can’t keep up swallowing. It bursts out of my mouth, and he groans, the mess gathering in his lap. When it’s over and I pull back, breathing hard, Magnar leans in.
“Your knight meant to feed you, but you let some escape, love.”
I shiver, and Raduna begins to say I don’t have to, but Magnar is right. This is a reward for unflinching loyalty, and so that’s what I must be, too—unflinching.
I lean low and lap the mess off Raduna’s lap. He breathes hard through it, and when I look up, the last of it on my tongue, his eyes are glazed over and dark, his cock hard again.
I swallow and smile, reveling in his adoring gaze. “Have I rewarded you well, my knight?”
“Yes. The best. Thank you.”
I lose track of events after that, sleeping through some of it as they take me in turns. Arvi has me lie on top of him just as I did on Magnar, but lets me go after one agonizing, perfect orgasm. After that, thingsbecome a blur. I drowse on and off, waking to excruciating fullness, eager thrusts, and once with Raduna’s tongue between my legs, lapping at me just as I lapped at him.
It’s a perfect repeat of my wedding night. I am cozy and well, surrounded by my men who show me with every thrust how important and loved I am.
*
The new day dawns foggy and cold. Khay draws me a quick bath, and I take it with gratitude. My body aches all over, but it’s a pleasant pain, a memory of bliss shared with my men.
They file into my bathroom while I wash, their eyes bleary, yawns wide.
“I suppose you regret it now,” I say with a smirk, because I suspect they slept even less than me.
Khay wags his finger, voice groggy. “Nuh-uh. No regrets, pretty lady.”
