Page 117 of Claimed By a King

“If she’ll have me.”

I grin. “Well, she won’t have anyone else, so have at it.”

Beth gasps, and Alana giggles as Titch rounds the table and offers Beth his hand. She takes it and he lifts her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as they start kissing.

Naturally, my eyes fall to Zoe, and this time her glare is gone and her cheeks are flushed as she grins at me.

“We have a shortage of available Cunts.” I point at her. “I think Mama Z needs to do some recruiting.”

Once again, her grin falls and her mouth drops open in exasperation, and I chuckle as I stand, striding off to study the files Baz left me.

I need to start planning.

As laughter and even some sounds of fucking fill the air, I zone everything out and jot down a few different ideas to discuss with Slasher.

Zoe comes to join me a little later, asking questions about the intel I have and I tell her everything.

No secrets.

Slasher and Munroe join us after they’ve had their fix, and we toss around some ideas, strategizing long into the night.

By the time we go up to bed, I’m exhausted, but my brain is too fucking preoccupied with our different options to end this war.

I lay in bed with Zoe until she falls asleep, and then retreat to the chair in the corner, not wanting to disturb her with my tossing and turning.

It’s not until Zoe rolls over in bed some time later, the sheet getting kicked off like the thin layer is annoying her, that I finally get distracted.

Her legs part revealing the triangle of fabric that covers her mound, and I’m instantly drawn to the idea of crawling on the bed and kissing the fabric until she comes in her sleep.

It’s something we’ve both enjoyed in the past, but everything is different now. I have no doubt that I could make her slick with need, so much so that if she did wake up, all she’d want to do is sate the thirst. It’s exactly how I used to make her pliable for me.

Now though, not asking her permission seems wrong. Fuck, it was probably wrong in the first place, and if she didn’t love it so much, I wouldn’t have continued doing it, but now, I need to know it’s what she wants before I touch her that way.

My dick is throbbing from just the thoughts running through my head, and instinctively, I lean to the side where there is a pile of her dirty clothes bundled, and rifle through the items until I find a pair of her panties.

I have my cock out of my sweatpants and in my fist so fucking fast as I press the fabric to my nose and take in her scent.

Biting back a moan, I pump my hard length, slow at first to really play with the pleasure coursing through me, and then faster as I chase the high. I don’t let myself go though, stopping before my climax hits, and releasing my cock, teasing myself.

Fuck, I want to bury myself inside her. I just want to reclaim her. Replace all the bad things done to her with new memories. I want to be all over her.

Wrapping my hand around my cock again, I start pumping it slowly, restarting the process.

Zoe shifts on the bed and it’s too dark for me to see her face in the shadow of her body, but I imagine her blue gaze on me, watching everything I do.

The thought sends a rush of blood to my dick, so I stop again, not yet ready to reach my release, desperate for this to last longer.

Pressing her panties to my nose again, I inhale deeply before darting my tongue out to swipe over the crotch. I moan and tip my head back, my fist gripping my cock again, as I start thrusting up into my own palm.

“Fuck yes, Zoe. You smell so fucking good,” I whisper, but then a whimper meets my ears, and my eyes snap open and I still my hand, my gaze darting to the bed.

“Are you awake, Princess?”

She doesn’t move or make a sound, and even though I should be embarrassed about nearly getting busted wanking in the fucking corner as I sniff and taste her panties, all I feel is disappointed.

I miss sharing my depravity with her.

With my eyes still on her, I jerk my dick again, not taking my eyes off her.

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