Page 84 of Prize for the King
I lean over him, my breaths unsteady and shallow, my skin pebbling with goosebumps as he strokes my naked back. Magnar lets go of his cock and leans back on his hands, and I grip his hard thighs, mesmerized by the dark, obscene length. It’s really slick now, more and more arousal dripping down the sides. I should be disgusted. He smells strong here, and it’s no food.
Holding my breath, I dip my head lower and seal my lips around the tip.
“Fuck!”
His hips flex, and suddenly, there’s too much cock in my mouth, my lips stretching uncomfortably over too much girth, the salty tip plunging into my throat. I pull back with a cough, saliva and his arousal dripping down my chin, and he wipes it away with a shaking thumb, his lips fluttering with each unsteady breath.
“I can’t take it after all. I need to… Fuck. Pet. You’re so hot inside.So hot.”
The knights murmur, Khay’s teeth flashing in a snorting laugh when I turn to them. Magnar releases a growl of warning.
“Laugh all you want, Khay. Let’s see you do better once she finally has you.Ifshe does.”
Khay’s smirk disappears, replaced by an almost comical expression of fear. I swallow with unease, trying to soothe my burning throat, and Magnar sighs with regret.
“I’m sorry. Here, let me make it up to you both. Lie down on your stomach, pet. Be good now.”
I do as he says, my insides fluttering with a thrill of uncertainty. I don’t know what he’ll do now, and not knowing sets my blood ablaze. When Magnar spreads my legs apart, I’m keenly aware of how vulnerable I am like this. All he needs to do is climb on top of me and take me, and I won’t be able to throw him off.
My pussy tightens at the thought, and Magnar’s breath hitches. “Fuck, I saw that. Such a nice cunt, love. Jumpy little thing.”
I bury my face in my arms, swallowing an urge to giggle. Because,jumpy?Never in a million years would I think to describe my private parts likethis.
“I need you a bit higher. Lift your hips. Beautiful.”
He slides a pillow under my belly, then parts my buttocks. I tense, understanding what he sees there. Theotheropening. The one the knights might use.
But when he buries his face between my legs, his tongue finds my proper entrance and my clit. Magnar urges my hips higher until my back is obscenely arched, and he has access to everything, licking and sucking. I writhe on his face, making noises I cannot stop, and the knights’ breaths grow heavier, wet, sliding sounds drifting closer. I turn my face to the side to see what makes them and gasp from shock.
All three of them have undone their belts and lowered their trousers. Clawed hands fist around their cocks, and they glisten just like Magnar’s, wet and hard. Something gleams on the underside of Khay’s shaft as he slides the circle of his fingers toward the root, andI remember what Arvi said.
Khay’s is pierced.
Then there’s Raduna, dark purple with pounding blood, obscenely wet.
And finally, Arvi. I hold my breath, staring. I don’t think it’s possible. Already, the size of Raduna’s and Magnar’s cocks makes me flutter with fear, and Arvi… Is even larger. His declawed fingers grip his length tightly, and he leans his outstretched arm on the wall, grunting deeply as his head lolls. He looks like he’s about to faint.
“You like what you see, love?”
This is the only warning I get. Magnar spreads my cheeks again, and something wet and warm lands on my exposed hole, followed immediately by his lips. I shake my head desperately, fisting the sheets.
“But… With your mouth… How can you… Magnar! You… There… You shouldn’t…”
“So adorable,” he says, pulling away. “What is it, pet?”
“That’s shameful and dirty,” I sob, wishing to turn, but his warm hand splays possessively on the small of my back, pushing me into the mattress.
“Not at all,” he purrs. “Not shameful. Not dirty. It’smine.That’s the only word you need. All of this is mine, and you’ll let me have it, won’t you?”
“Oh, gods,” I sob, shaking all over.
“No, pet. From now on, it’s ‘oh, Magnar’or nothing at all. Don’t call the gods into our bed. Repeat that for me so I know you understand.”
“Oh, Magnar,” I whisper, utterly mortified and so hot, I swear the sheets sizzle where they touch my skin.
“That was lovely, Caliane. I’m so pleased with you,” he murmurs.
I cry out when his lips returnthere, soft and warm. I don’t understand how he’s not disgusted—by me in general, too, but thispart in particular.
