Page 95 of Prize for the King
“C-cock.”
“Lovely,” Magnar purrs, kissing my mouth. “Again, pet. Until you lose the stutter.”
I try again, but each time I gather enough strength to speak surely, something distracts me. Khay adds another finger, Raduna squeezes my breasts, and then Arvi lies by my side with a half-dazed smile and pushes his face into the crook of my neck to smell me. After four attempts, I finally manage to scream.
“Cock! Cock! Cock! Happy?”
Magnar grabs my hand and lays it on his hard, throbbing length. “Delighted. Khay, she’s ready. Mind the piercings, eh? I’m not above knocking some sense into your head if you forget yourself.”
But Khay is determined. His brow glistens with sweat, and his eyes are huge and dark with lust.
“I’ll be careful. I’ll never hurt you, my lady. Ready? Can I have you?”
His voice breaks on the last question, and I nod quickly, affection bursting in my chest. It’s Khay, the knight who took my hand on that horrid day of the invasion and made me feel a semblance of safety amongst the chaos. Khay, who first answered my questions, never doubting my ability to handle the truth. Khay, who washed me with love, touched me first, and called me his lady and his diamond.
Of course I want him.
He releases a shaky breath and kisses my mouth, gently at first, but as soon as I kiss him back, he moans deep in his throat and devours me with violent, greedy kisses. When he pulls back, he’s shaking.
“I love you so much,” he says in a breaking voice.
I gasp when he thrusts in, both of us moaning loudly. I’m lubricated and relaxed, and yet, I feel every silver ball as it pushes inside until Khay is deep in me, shaking on his forearms as he presses his mouth to the top of my head.
“I can’t… It will be quick.”
He flexes his hips, dragging the textured length through my insides. All I see is his body, his chest not even an inch above my face. He keeps his weight off me, though barely.
This is so different from the way Raduna had me. Khay keeps me to himself, covering me completely, and I wrap my arms around him when the weight of his cock presses down on my spine, and I melt from pleasure.
“You make me feel good, Khay,” I whisper, bold as ever after speaking depravitiesrepeatedly for Magnar.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans, shaking harder even as his thrusts remain agonizingly slow. “Yeah? Tell me. You like the piercings? I got them for my queen, long ago. You’re the first to feel them, and I… Oh, fuck. Iknew this would happen.”
He stops completely, breathing hard, and he shakes so much, I fear he’ll lose his balance and crush me.
“What’s wrong?” I caress his back soothingly, and Khay sobs once into my hair.
“It’s too good,” he moans. “I never… I thought it was only pleasure… But this… Why does thisfeel like I’m breaking apart?”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, completely at a loss.
“No, don’t be, I love it!” he says. “I don’t even know.I’msorry!”
Raduna clears his throat somewhere to the left, then a warm, heavy palm settles on top of mine on Khay’s back.
“You were never in love before, Khay,” he says in a low, soothing voice. “And now you are, and you’re inside your girl for the first time, so of course you feel like this. It’s okay. It won’t always be so emotional.”
Khay sniffs, shifting his hips until we both jostle. “I’m so sorry, Caliane. I’ll do better next time. Forgive me.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, tears gathering in my own eyes now that I understand what’s happening. My chest squeezes tightly until my heart is ready to burst. I speak without thinking, and it’s the truth, one I failed to see before.
“I love you, too, Khay! I love you inside me. Please don’t apologize!”
There’s a hush, and Khay freezes, the muscles under my hands bunching tighter. The palm on top of mine pulls back, and I don’t know whose it is. A pit opens in my stomach, a horrible, gaping precipice of guilt when I realize what I said.
Yes, I love Khay. Andonlyhim. I can’t look into Magnar’s eyes, or Raduna’s, or Arvi’s, and say it, too. My tongue would lock. I’d stutter and cringe, and they’d know I was lying, and it would be even worse, and why, oh why, did I have to…
When someone gently caresses my shaking palms, I realize I’mdigging my nails into Khay’s back, and my throat is making tight, panicked noises. It’s getting hard to breathe.
