Page 56 of Wanted By a King

A gasp escapes her as I slide two fingers through her damp folds and sink them into her heat. I claim her lips with mine, and she widens her stance, giving me better access to go deeper in this awkward position.

Using my thumb, I flick it over her needy bud, keeping in time with the press of my fingers as her g-spot swells with desire.

“This body,” I rasp into her mouth, “this mouth is mine.”

When I sink my tongue into her mouth, she starts sucking on it, like she’s famished. Her hips gyrate, her fingers dig into my shoulders as she holds on, and I fuck her slick cunt with my fingers until she’s vibrating with the undeniable need for release.

Part of me wants to stop, to punish her for talking so intimately with my best friend, but the other part of me wants to remind her how fucking good it is with me. How I’m the only one that knows her body like a map I’ve spent my life studying.

Besides, she had my back at the cemetery earlier, so I think she deserves a reward, and I seem to have better luck at coaxing answers from her when she’s like this.

“Gray.” She cries out after releasing my tongue, her eyes wide and almost black from how dilated her pupils are.

She’s so high right now. So desperate for the hit that I know she’d do just about anything to get it.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask, working my fingers faster inside her, but stopping my assault on her clit with my thumb.

She tries to fight it, shaking her head from side to side like that will stop the words from falling from her lips, but even she can’t lie.

“You,” she cries, and I reward her instantly, pressing my thumb back to her clit to give her what she needs.

“That’s right, Princess. So why did I find you sitting so fucking close to another man?”

When she doesn’t answer, I draw my fingers out, and a whimper escapes her.

“I needed answers, goddammit!”

Her scold is loud in the small space, as too is her moan when I ease my fingers back inside her.

“What answers did you need?” I ask, running my nose up the column of her neck before nibbling on her ear.

“I needed… to know…” she pants, gyrating her hips to get more friction. “I needed to know if it was the Reapers who attacked my family.”

I frown at her words, but keep my assault on her cunt going, since this is the best fucking way for me to get to the bottom of things with her.

“You could have asked me,” I snap, and she shoves at my chest, forcing me back to see the fury on her face as I become completely still.

“And you could have fucking told me instead of keeping secrets!”

“I…” Shaking my head, my words fall short, but my princess isn’t giving up.

Gripping my hand between her legs, she forces it to move, determined to get her release even if I’m not trying.

“You what? Forgot? That’s pretty fucking important information, Grayson!”

“No.” Shaking my head, I grit my teeth and slip another finger inside her, giving her a better stretch. “I didn’t forget, Princess. I didn’t tell you because I was trying to fucking protect you.”

“Protect me?” She scoffs, but it’s breathy, and I can tell she’s close to coming.

“Yes, Zo. Protect you. From the Reapers. From the truth about what your dad was wrapped up in. From the fact you lost everything because of a fucking turf war.”

With her chest heaving, her eyes turn glassy, but no tears fall. She holds them back and juts up her chin, showing me the strong woman within her.

“Secrets are what started all of this. They are toxic. I deserve the truth, if nothing else.”

She’s right. She does. And fuck do I have some secrets to tell her, but now isn’t the right time.

“You do deserve the truth, Princess. But right now, you deserve this.”

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