Page 160 of Prize for the King
My husband chuckles, picking up the pace until I claw at him, whining when his knob makes me tighten with a building orgasm.
“We’ve conquered her every night, Khay, and almost have it all.Ialmost have it all. Her cunt, her child, her loyalty, her marks on me. Just need the sweet girl’s heart, and I’ll be done with war.My prize.Fuck. Come for me, pet. Squeeze us so hard, I’ll only feel you and Khay, and nothing else.”
And of course, I do. I can’t tell him no. They moan and grunt when I come, my head thrown back against Khay’s chest, my nails drawing Magnar’s blood.
This time, they don’t follow me into bliss. Both men grow focused and harsh, their thrusts rough until I hold on for dear life, my breath knocked out of me when I shake between them like a ragdoll. Magnar snarls and grabs Khay’s hair, tugging him violently closer. Their kiss is ravaging and hungry, and that’s what pushes them both over the edge. They throb, filling me with their release, and I stroke my stomach, my skin tingling from being stretched too tight, the bulge enormous.
When Magnar pulls out with a hiss, his seed trickles out of me in a small gush. He slides lower and takes my lips in a long, loving kiss. I taste Khay on his tongue, and it makes it all the better.
We don’t have much time, though. With one last kiss, Magnar slips out of bed, and I stare at his muscular buttocks as he crosses theroom, not bothering with putting on clothes. When he’s at the door, he turns and winks.
“I’ll get Anke to come and examine you. Clean up, you both—or don’t. I don’t mind if she sees everything we’ve been up to.”
Khay groans, slowly pulling out, though he stops halfway, wrapping his arms around me with a whining complaint.
“Ugh, I don’t want to go yet! I want to stay inside you. You’re so warm, diamond. So fucking soft.”
Before I have time to speak, he groans with reluctance and pulls out completely. I gasp, feeling horribly empty and bereft. Khay is right. It was much better with him—with them both—inside me.
“No, come back,” I whisper.
“I want to because I don’t care either, just like Magnar. But you care how you’re seen. Come on. I’ll ring for a bath. Fucking human castles. Barbaric.”
I look back at that night very fondly in the following days. It’s my only escape from the reality of traveling through lands thatdon’tbelong to Magnar. It’s grisly and unpleasant, and daydreams come in handy.
As soon as we leave Farneer, we are attacked by a small troop of town militia in Trista, the soldiers convinced Magnar has come to invade them, too.
Our men manage to incapacitate most attackers without killing them, and Magnar has a terse conversation with the tied up militia leader, explaining to him with mounting frustration that Trista is not being invaded.
When it’s obvious he’s getting nowhere, and the man, who’s pissed himself from fear, keeps shaking and crying, I ask Raduna to help me get off. The grass crunches under my boots when I cross to Magnar’s side, smiling at the militia leader who gapes when he sees me.
“Good day, kind man,” I greet him. “My name is Caliane. I was the princess of Farneer—you must have heard my name. We are neighbors, aren’t we?”
He stares at me, slack jawed. “You’re alive? They haven’t slaughtered you? I heard they slayed everyone in your castle, displayed the royal family’s heads in the courtyard!”
Just one head.I keep my smile from shrinking while Magnar mutters an Agnidari curse under his breath.
“No, indeed, I am alive and well,” I say, turning in place to showcase my wellbeing. “We are actually riding to the Citadel since my husband is about to take his seat at the Table of Kings. It would be kind if you didn’t attack us or try to shoot us in the back when we untie you and ride away.”
The man stares at me, disgust and shock mixing on his face, and I realize with a sigh he didn’t pay much attention to my request.
“Husband? You married the monster Tyrant? Heavens, princess, I’ll gather more men and we’ll save you! The Diamond of Farneer in the clutches of the Agnidari, it can’t be!”
I roll my eyes while Magnar snorts, his expression growing cold. He seems unaffected, but his hands curl at his sides, and I know he cares.
My husband is hurting. Well then.
I walk over to the militia leader and poke him in the chest, glaring at him with all the anger I can muster.
“Listen here! I will not have you speak ill of my husband, his men, or his people! I don’t need saving, and you shouldn’t have shot at us. He is the king of Farneer, lawfully wed and crowned! We should have you tried for treason and breaking the peace!”
He blinks with confusion, and behind me, Magnar chuckles. Khay stands by my side, pushing the man back a few steps.
“No closer to the queen.”
That seems to penetrate the man’s stupor. “But… Queen? Hiswife? You… You married the Tyrant and let him become one ofus?How are we going to defeat him now? We can’t fight against the king of Farneer! Why…? Have they poisoned you, addled your brain?”
I groan in frustration, throwing my hands, and Khay shrugs and swings at the man. He’s knocked out with a single blow to the head. Magnar wears a huge grin when he leads me back to Raduna’s horse.
