Page 21 of Surrender

“But I can’t! I won’t be able to for another three weeks!”

He nearly laughed, but she sounded so serious he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “What if I show you that’s not true? What if I can make you desperately desire gratification again, as you call it? Right now.”

“Maybe you could make me want it. But it won’t happen.”

“Would you be willing to bet on that?”

“A wager? I’ve never wagered on anything in my life. Well, I did make a bet with Nelson once about the outcome ofCyborg Wars.He won,” she added, shaking her head sadly. “What kind of bet did you have in mind?”

“If I’m right, and you achieve gratification, you spend one more night with me, camping out under the stars, whenever I say. If I’m wrong, I’ll kneel at your feet in front of my entire league of warriors and proclaim that we had a competition and you bested me, fair and square. The details of the competition will be our secret.”

“You promise not to tell?”

He gave a solemn nod. “I promise.”

She cocked her head, considering, then nodded. “Agreed.”

“There are a few rules to this wager. First, you need to lie back and close your eyes. Then put both arms over your head and clasp your hands together. If you move from that position before I finish, our bet is off.”

She nodded again.

He decided to push his luck. “And if you do, I get to spank your bottom again, for breaking the rules.”

She hesitated.

He pushed harder. Probed for her weak spot. “Surely you’re not afraid you might be wrong?”

“Of course not,” she declared.

“Then do it.”

He caught the spark of fire in her eyes before she closed them.This woman is a gift from the gods.Awed by his position as future king, the damsels in Trondheim were always demure and proper. Never disagreeing, never showing the slightest bit of spunk. But the Earther acted like she considered herself his equal in every way. Conquering her would be a worthy feat, one that roused his competitive nature as well as his ardor.

Talia lay back, her body stiff and unyielding. He grinned. All the better. His conquest would be even sweeter when he transformed her from aloof maiden to wanton wench, begging him for her release.

Following an old Viking adage, Kylar yanked up the hem of the shirt and wrapped his hands around the backs of her upper thighs, spreading them apart.When an adversary already anticipates the attack, there is no need for subtlety.

She gasped then let out a tiny moan when his tongue flicked her still-swollen pleasure pearl.He moved lower, lapped at the sweet nectar of her pussy.She bucked and fisted her hands in his hair.

He lifted his head and captured both her wrists in one huge hand. “I’ll excuse you this time. But if you move again, you’ll have to drape yourself over my lap, pull up your skirt, and bare your bottom for that spanking. Shall I continue…or do you admit defeat?”

“You haven’t won – yet.”

She gave him a naughty grin. Kylar’s heart soared. There was a real woman behind that oh-so-proper façade after all.

Chapter Fifteen

Talia’s hands trembled as she clasped them together on the ground above her head. She could have blamed the spirits. But their effect had dissipated. She’d never believed in witchcraft, but the prince must have used some kind of sorcery on her. There was no other explanation for why she lay willingly, allowing him to put his mouth on her most intimate parts.

Kylar bent his head and flicked his tongue over her swollen bud then licked it up and down, ever so slowly. Shocked, Talia realized that sorcery or not, she could feel the need building again. No, it was more than need. Hunger. She cried out, wordless little cries.

He spread her apart with both hands and sucked on the tiny bud. Not need. Not hunger.Fever.Burning inside her. Building until the agony of desire became unbearable. She grabbed his head again, this time holding it in place.

“Yes, oh yes, do it don’t stop, please don’t stop, yes yesyes.”

The world disappeared into a black hole. All that remained were wild thrills coursing through her body, giant bursts of sensation so intense she thought she’d die.

Kylar kept on as she shuddered in his arms. When she’d stopped trembling, he pillowed his head on the inside of her thigh. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroking it gently. Her breathing gradually slowed. Her heart quit trying to pound its way out of her ribs. Talia opened her eyes to Kylar’s cocky grin.

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