“N-no,” I rasped, but my head bobbed up and down in a jerky nod.
“Liar.” He let slip a short bark, and I jumped, my nipples going diamond hard. “When I am well, I will take you in every way it is possible for a man to take his woman,” he said, his eyes glittering with a dark, forbidden promise. “In every single place. I will fill you with my seed, so that it leaks from you for days. I will fuck you until you cry for me to stop.”
He growled into my ear. “And then I will keep going, fucking you until you are exhausted from coming, until your slick covers us both. I will push my knot into your tight, perfect cunt, and keep you in my bed until I am sated. Do you understand?”
I found myself nodding, swallowing hard. He let go of my throat, and let his hand curl behind my ear gently, then pressed up on the nape of my neck, controlling me. “Now, you got my cock dirty with your juices, Roya. I need you to clean it off.”
Before I could protest, he flipped us again so that I was on top, but this time I was very obviously not the one in control.
His hands moved to my head, and he pushed me down until his erection was pressed against my cheek. “Suck me, my sweet treasure. Take me in your mouth now.”
I opened my mouth, and tasted the wetness that leaked from him, almost a stream. It tasted of ginger and salt, a dark sweetness that made me want more. I let the swollen head fill my mouth, swallowing as I went. His hands on my hair urged me further until I nearly choked, then released. “Take as much as you can.”
It was a challenge, and I could never resist that. I let my lips suckle, my tongue stroke, moving my head around his length again and again.
“I’m coming, Roya,” Altair rasped out, his hands on my hair, not letting me move away. “Will you drink me down?”
In answer, my slick gushed out, soaking the clothing underneath us. His grip loose enough that I could still pull away if I needed to, he began to thrust into my mouth. His cock thickened, and the knot at the base swelled even further. I felt the wet, honeyed heat hit the back of my throat and swallowed. Goddess, there was so much. It tasted salty and sweet, like dark, melted caramels dipped in the ocean.
I wanted more. I let my hands go to his knot, and milked the engorged flesh, squeezing it, gulping down great mouthfuls of the hot, almost sweet fluid. Altair let out a great cry and another huge spurt filled my mouth. I drank it, and kept drinking, feeling the shocks and tremors of another, smaller orgasm coursing through my own belly.
“Roya,” Altair murmured when I finally collapsed on top of him. His hands moved in my hair, playing with golden strands as we both caught our breath. “I would do anything for you.”
I smiled, remembering the song. “Would you give up your throne and run away with me?”
His muscles stiffened, then relaxed. “If you asked me to forsake my people, Roya, I would. For you.”
“You know you can’t really do that.” I stood, ignoring my nudity. “You’re the only one who can save them. You have to go back, have to get them free of that—”
“Kralovna?” I whirled and froze in shock. Kavin stood only a few feet away, his face flaming, holding a split coconut in one hand. “I… I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You didn’t,” Altair said, huffing out a laugh as he reached over and pulled his trousers over his lap, obscuring his half-erect cock. “Roya was just telling me how I have to go back and save my people, rather than run away with her.”
“Well…” Kavin’s eyes moved up and down my body. “If you want someone to run away with, I’m available.” I couldn’t pull myself away from his gaze. For some reason, his eyes were challenging me to back down.
I was done being that girl, done hiding. I felt strong, and sensual, and like I had waited too long to be who I was.
I let my breasts jut out, feeling the cool sea breeze tighten my nipples. “I’m going to bathe in the sea. Want to join me?”
Both men gaped at me as I waded naked into the surf.
KAVIN
She waded into the calm ocean like a mythical sea goddess returning to her home. Her skin gleamed rosy-pale, almost iridescent, mother of pearl from her nape to her thighs. Even from where I stood, I could see the trails of slick gleaming on her thighs.
I glanced at Altair, feeling less than charitable for the first time since I had met him. This was my Omega, my woman, my mate. How dare this skinny, half-dead Alpha princeling touch what was… I exhaled, forcing the unwarranted rage down. I had practice doing that, had taught myself how to quell my aggressive impulses, rather than face my father’s wrath. Or worse, his disappointment.
“What are you waiting for?” Altair murmured. “Go!” He gestured subtly toward Roya, who was almost up to her waist in the water now. I snarled, angry that the sea was taking the slick away that was mine. I ran after her, only stopping to snort at how ridiculous I was being.
“What?” Roya turned, and her breasts, pink-tipped nipples still flushed from Altair’s attentions, entranced me. I strode toward her, forcing my mouth to form words, when all it wanted was to make her cry out my name. And only my name.
Not Altair, not Thorn, not fucking Icarus who was fucking dragonkin, not the ocean’s name. Mine. Only mine.
I laughed again, almost falling into the water as a more substantial wave slapped my legs.
“What?” Roya repeated, her brow creasing. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Goddess, do you know what that does to a man?” I growled, stalking her through the waves as she retreated toward the beach.
