The moment I was coherent enough for thought, I leaned down and kissed him, reveled in the naughty taste of my arousal on his tongue. He stroked me with his fingers, but that wasn’t enough. Not anymore. “I want you. Take your shorts off.”
His grin was wicked temptation as I dropped to my knees. He pulled his cock free above the waistband of his shorts.
Good enough. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his huge cock. Aligned my body to sink down, take him deep.
With a groan he lifted one hand to my head, tilted my face to his for a thorough kiss and then pulled away.
“What are you?—?“
Without bothering to respond, he lifted me off his lap, turned me to face away from him, and lowered me onto his cock. My back to his chest. My knees spread wide, legs hooked around his. His hard length slowly filled me, inch by inch, each time my muscles relaxed to accommodate his size I slipped down a bit more and we both groaned.
When he couldn’t go any deeper, when the top of his cock pressed against my womb, he leaned me back and lifted my arms above my head. He pressed my palms flat to either side of his neck. “Don’t move, mate.”
Like I wanted to be anywhere else.
His command became far more difficult to obey when one hand began caressing my breasts, flicking and playing with my nipples while the other ventured lower, stroked my inner thighs and clit.
“Kai.”
“Shhh. Let me play. I want to feel your pussy move when you come.”
Back arched, arms stretched over my head, legs held open by his massive thighs, there was nothing I could do. I had no leverage with which to lift or lower myself, nothing I could do except…
“Behave, mate.”
I did it again, squeezed my inner muscles around his cock. His soft moan—and the increased pace of his fingers over my clit—were the only encouragement I needed.
Tension built. The tighter I squeezed him, the more intense the sensations were that flooded my pussy when I relaxed, again, and again, as if I had a giant fuse inside me that had already been lit and burned closer and closer to an explosion.
“Come for me. Now.” Kai smacked my clit with a light slap, the jolt of new sensation all I needed to lose control. My inner walls exploded into spasms that milked his cock like a greedy little wench as he filled me with his seed.
Chest heaving, I jerked in shock at the loud pounding on the door.
“Larkspur! Are you in there?”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Damn it, Lark. Are you alive or what?” Muffled voices followed as my sister and a male—her mate?—whisper-shouted in the corridor. “I know she’s alive. You already told me that. I need to see for myself. Those Hive things were after her.”
More mumbling.
“I don’t care what they’re doing. No, I’m not going to be polite.” Knock. Knock. Knock. “Damn it, Lark! Put some clothes on and open this door before I kick it down.”
Low chuckling laughter from her mate.
“I can, too.”
Behind me, Kai’s chuckling joined that of the other warrior. “It would seem your sister is a handful.”
“That’s an understatement.” I snorted as I climbed off Kai’s lap and pulled the blanket off the floor. I wrapped it around myself and walked toward the door. I paused, giving Kai a chance to move into the privacy of our bedroom.
“Tell your sister we will meet them in the dining hall, mate. You said you were hungry.”
“Okay.” I opened the door, peeked at Lavender and her very big, very handsome warlord, and tugged the blanket a bit tighter around my breasts. “Kai says we’ll meet you in the dining hall in ten minutes. Okay?”
Lavender looked me over, head to toe. “You okay?”
“Yeah. You?” I inspected her as well, from the soft brown boots on her feet to the flowing, ankle length, burgundy gown. The material looked heavy and warm and the sleeves ended just below the elbow, the perfect length to make sure her mating cuffs were clearly on display.
