Page 26 of Brighter Than Gold

“No, Reyah.”

I huffed. Fine. If he was going to be stubborn, so was I. “General, I am giving you an order.”

Callan was silent and I could tell he was grinding his teeth. I waited, seeing if those few simple words really held that much power over him.

“So you want to drop pretenses unless it suites you?” he asked, irritated.

“Exactly. You’re going to sleep like absolute shit on the floor and if I’m supposed to depend on you to keep me alive, then it would be nice if you were at least well rested.”

Callan tapped his heel into the floor. “Fine,” he said pushing himself up. “Whatever the Princess wishes.”

I bit down on my tongue at his use of that word, the old Callan I knew and despised was back with a vengeance.

He dropped himself onto the bed facing away from me and stayed so near the edge he was likely to fall out at any moment.

I rolled my eyes at his obstinance and got cozy, tugging the covers up to my ears. “Goodnight, general,” I huffed.

“Goodnight. Princess.”

Chapter6

Reyah

Tiny moans escaped my lips as consciousness crept back in. I felt so warm, so…wet. Shards of indecent thoughts danced through my head, Kaspian on his knees devouring me, a memory of being bent over the edge of his bed, a silk gag in my mouth as a leather whip came down on my naked backside, somehow both painful and yet completely erotic. I thought of how that sensation made my arousal dampen my thighs, how the King would trace his fingers through it before licking them clean with a satisfied groan. He would be holding himself back, so hard but taking his sweet time.

I wanted more. I felt the tension deepening inside of me, my need taking charge of my mind and sending more filthy thoughts barreling through.

My knees ached; I’d been on them for a half hour as Kaspian teased himself with my mouth. Bringing himself to the cusp of erupting and then holding out, over and over again. I knew I would never have the self-control he did, I knew I would give in, time and time again, to whatever my body demanded. When the King would finally allow himself that final ecstasy, the noises that were drawn out of him were something I could never forget. All encompassing, visceral, and divine. His taste was particularly gratifying those times, and I felt like a Goddess to bring him such pleasure.

My breasts were full and ached deliciously. I wanted Kas to take each nipple in his mouth, and suck, and lick them to fine points, before raking his teeth over them.

I wanted him inside of me, to feel his hardness pushing in as far as I thought I could handle, and then pushing even deeper. The feeling of my very core singing with pleasure when he was buried to the hilt. Nothing drew out my pleasure faster than being brutally fucked by him. My cunt had complete power over my brain when the King was inside of me, Gods, he owned me so wholly. Whatever violent, depraved thing he wanted, my pulsing womanhood always eagerly agreed. Harder, faster, stronger. More and more and more until my body seized and shuddered as I came, unleashing my own caged animal that clawed and bit and showed no mercy.

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Callan

She was trembling in my arms, panting. Whatever nightmare she was having seemed terrifying and I wondered if I should wake her from it. But then she would wake to find herself like this; rucked up into me in a rather compromising way. I pressed my eyes firmly closed. The last thing I wanted to do was embarrass her. If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t hate the warmth and closeness…Fuck Briggs, just push her off already!

Reyah jolted suddenly, her head lifted, and I knew she was awake. I lay there pretending to sleep, hoping she would simply peel herself away from me quickly.

But of course, she didn’t.

It seemed to take her a solid few minutes to get her bearings and remember where we were. I heard her groan uncomfortably when she realized how she’d draped herself over me while she slept. Slow as ice melts, she picked her arm up off my chest and tucked it under herself trying not to wake me. Then she pulled back her leg, her knee crushing my balls on the way, and I bit down on the inside of my cheek to avoid groaning in pain.Gods woman, just get on with it…

When her errant leg was free, she picked her head up off my shoulder so slowly, I could hear the season changing outside.

“Just roll over, Reyah.”

“Fuck!” she screeched, startled. “You scared the shit out of me.”

I didn’t move, hadn’t even opened my eyes yet.

Reyah rolled over promptly, taking most of the bedding with her, and stewed. She huffed, tried to get comfortable, and huffed again.

“I don’t think I can sleep anymore either,” I said. She didn’t respond. “Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” she spat.

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