Page 156 of Prize for the King
“Mmm. And our dicks. Don’t you agree?”
I snort with amusement, pushing back into said appendage until he hisses from friction. “I have no comparison, nor do I wish to have it.”
“Good answer,” he whispers, sliding lower until his lips are at my ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down my nape.
“May I fuck you, my lady?”
“Oh,” I breathe, nodding in the dark. “Yes. But what about…”
“I brought the oil. Always have it on me. See, I’m well prepared like that. Just like the warrior moon is prepared to do anything for his goddess. Lie on your stomach and spread your legs for me.”
He prepares me with gentle, practiced movements, singing his courting song. I sigh and let his clever fingers massage tension and worries out of me until my body hums with slow pleasure. Oh, I like doing it like this with no urgency, no hurry. Khay is careful and attentive, his Agnidari eyes seeing better in the dark than mine.
When I’m ready, he rolls me to my back and kisses me slowly, breathing soft moans into my mouth. We haven’t kissed much, and his mouth is less familiar to me than Magnar’s, so I prick myself on his teeth until he pulls back with a laugh.
“Careless little diamond. Does it hurt?”
“Just a little. Don’t worry about it. I’m used to my monster men having sharp teeth and claws.”
“And big cocks, hmm?”
I huff as he rolls me to my side, settling in behind me, the sheets thrown off. The room is chilly, but I’m warmed by his body and my arousal.
“Yes, of course, my well-endowed knight.”
He eases himself inside me, and I clutch the sheets, that first moment of fullness excruciating. It doesn’t matter how well I’m prepared—it’s always a shock and a thrill to be so stretched, unnaturally invaded. With Khay, it’s doubly straining as his piercings slip in one by one.
He releases a long, shaky breath when he bottoms out, laying a careful hand on my belly where he feels himself through my skin.
“This is the hottest thing ever,” he whispers, his hips flexing to drive himself deeper, even though he’s completely swallowed within me. “Need a moment?”
“Yes, please. Sing me some more.”
He strokes my bulging belly with the pads of his fingers, singing softly. Khay has a beautiful voice, masculine and controlled, and I sigh with pleasure as the melody wraps around me. Somewhere around the second stanza, he rocks carefully, only sliding out a small part of his length and pressing back in with easy, gliding movements.
I grab onto the sheets and breathe harder, feeling him so deep, so close. It’s slow and leisurely, and it doesn’t feel like Khay even wants to come at this point. He’s just inside me, so very close. The darkness loses the last of its menacing shadow and I’m cocooned in pleasure.
The door opens with a soft click, a large silhouette looming against the faint light in the corridor.
“Caliane?”
“I’m here.” My heart wrenches when I realize Magnar woke up and went to look for me when he didn’t find me in bed.
He closes the door behind him and comes closer. Khay never stops moving, and my husband releases a shaky breath. His voice is soft, a little sad.
“You’re fucking.”
“Come in bed with us,” Khay says, sounding completely unconcerned about Magnar’s mood. “There’s room enough.”
He tugs me closer into him, and Magnar climbs in, facing me. His hands roam, finding my face, my shoulder, then Khay behind me. I reach out to embrace him, and he shifts around until we’re face to face, his lips seeking mine in the dark.
We kiss as I rock from Khay’s lazy movements, and Magnar thrusts his tongue deep into my mouth, always hungry, always greedy. My slowly humming arousal kicks up a notch, and I arch my back, inviting Khay deeper.
“She likes it,” my knight whispers. “Maybe there’s enough room inside you, too, my lady.”
I freeze, exhaling in a rush, and Magnar’s back shivers under my palm. He swallows audibly. There’s just enough light to see his glistening eyes, his white hair like a halo.
“Is there room, Caliane?”
