Page 106 of Prize for the King
“Everyone is so helpful these days,” I grumble, my face growing hot.
Memories from last night warm my thighs: Raduna plowing within me with lustful confidence, Khay’s honeyed length in my mouth, and the endless tumble of half-sleeping debauchery, cocks and seed pushed inside me time after time.
“We always want to help you,” the older knight says with amusement. “Especially if it involves spending time between your lovely legs.”
I release a shaky breath, hesitating. Khay steps closer and buries his fingers in my hair, angling my face up.
“We’ll make you come and let you sleep, and you won’t be disturbed. No one’s going to take you if you don’t agree, my diamond. And we won’t expect reciprocation tonight. Though you should know I’ll keep score and remind you when you feel better.”
“He always keeps score,” Raduna confirms with a nod. “When he ropes you into stupid bets, run for the hills.”
I groan, because my headache chooses this moment to return, but it’s too late to refuse. I’m wet between my legs, and I need relief.
“Fine. Just—be gentle with me,” I sigh.
Raduna picks me up, cradling me in his arms, and lays me carefully in the center of the bed. Khay follows, wearing a pleased smirk. Gentle hands push up my nightshirt until the silk gathers around my belly. Khay lowers the straps, baring my breasts. I don’t even know how it’s possible, but being undressed like this, with my clothes hastily pushed away from my private areas, feels even more indecent than being naked.
“Fuck, isn’t she beautiful?” Khay whispers hotly, pressing his mouth to my throat, where he kisses a tingling path down to my collarbones.
“She is,” Raduna confirms, lifting my hips in one hand like it’s no chore.
He puts a pillow underneath and settles between my legs, kissing my inner thighs while his calm, brown eyes lock with mine. I have to remind myself to breathe. This is so scandalously pleasant, and all they’ve done so far is kiss me.
“Such soft, pretty skin,” Raduna murmurs, trailing kisses up my thigh, but not quite high enough. “Such a beautiful body, and don’t get me started on her face.”
“Oh, she has a gorgeous face,” Khay chimes in, kissing along my jaw. He’s reversed course before even touching my breasts. “Such full, plush lips. They are every man’s wet dream. Do you know I fantasized about kissing them, and having them wrapped around my cock, from the very first moment I saw her? Yeah, I was naughty, but come on. It’s impossible not to have dirty thoughts about lips so fine.”
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask as my legs begin to shake, skin growing unbearably sensitive from the insistent heat of Raduna’s kisses.
“We’re having a conversation while we worship you, my lady. Don’t interrupt now. The men are talking,” Khay says, wagging his finger in warning.
I groan. The lucid, sane part of me is outraged to be dismissed like so, but another Caliane, one who’s starved for praise, is relieved. If I’m not allowed to interrupt, then I can listen shamelessly to all the compliments they pay me.
It should bother me that they speak as if I’m not here, but if anything, it makes me wetter. When I try to squirm from need, Raduna presses my hips into the mattress while licking my thigh almost up to where I need him most.
“I love her eyes, too,” he rumbles, and I squeak when he suddenly blows on me, the cool air stinging pleasantly on my overheated flesh.
“Such beautiful eyes, with lashes so long and thick,” Khay agrees, pulling away to gaze into them. “I love how expressive they are. You can really see her beautiful soul through her eyes, and it’s so perfect. She just lets you in, the stunning creature. Did you ever expect we’d have such a beautiful queen, Raduna?”
My throat tightens, but I can’t force myself to pull away from Khay’s soft, admiring gaze. He smiles, winks, and kisses me softly on the lips. I let him in with a broken moan, and Raduna kisses my lower belly, right above where the worst heat brews inside. His voice is low and lustful.
“She’s more beautiful than my wildest dreams. Maybe it’s depraved, but I love how short she is, how easy to hold. We carry her around a lot, don’t we? It’s such a pleasure. She’s just perfect for us. And here, have you seen the beauty marks on her hip? I noticed them last night. So sweet.”
He licks my hip, where I know three brown dots form a lopsided triangle. I kiss Khay with despair, trying to release the hot tension choking my throat, my shaking growing impossible to control.
Gods, oh gods, how can they be so profane and so loving at the same time?
“Do you feel how she’s trembling?” Khay askswhen he pulls away, his lips dark and swollen, eyes bright. “She likes it so much, our perfect girl. Oh, I see the beauty marks. Let me, too.”
He crawls over me and kisses the same spot on my hip Raduna just did. When he’s done, he doesn’t pull away, leaning in to kiss my navel instead.
“I fucking love her navel,” he says, dipping his tongue inside. “Look how perfectly shaped it is. Such a nice little part of her, and do you know what makes me crazy? Thinking how it will push out when she’s pregnant.”
“Oh, yes,” Raduna grunts, kissing my navel, too, after Khay goes back to my throat and face. “She’ll be so gorgeous carrying Magnar’s babe. Like a goddess. Mmm, I love her hands. So dainty. I couldn’t help thinking how those small human fingers would look wrapped around our cocks. I got a glimpse last night, but she didn’t really try to grip you tight, did she? Still, it looked really damn good.”
Khay hums, flexing his hips into the mattress while he finally kisses down my sternum, getting closer to my breasts. I crush the sheets in my fists, trapping whimpers and sobs behind clenched teeth, because I don’t want to miss even a word they say.
“Fuck, her skin next to mine,” Khay murmurs in awe. “Just… She has such a nice warm color that looks fucking exquisite next to ours. The contrast alone makes me want to spend days writhing with her in bed, just looking at it. We need mirrors, by the way. Fuck, a mirror up there. What do you think?”
