“Keep it up with that tongue, and I’m going to come too soon,” Dax groans.
“She looks so pretty, swallowing your cock,” Wren tells him.
That only makes Dax mutter a curse and thrust faster, bringing tears to my eyes as I fight to breathe between the pump of his hips. “Fuck, Wren, why’d you say that? Goddamnit.”
Thick ropes of cum erupt inside my mouth. I swallow it all. Dax shuffles backward, cupping his still-hard cock.
Wren nuzzles my neck and withdraws after the next punch of his hips until he pulls almost out of me. He pushes back in, whispering how scared he was when I cut my hair. How he can’t lose me. And when his body tenses, every thick cord of muscle is wonderfully taut under my touch as he showers my face with kisses.
Then he promises to love me until the last star falls from the sky.
The ribbon unravels, and when the tide come, we ride it together.
ChapterTwenty-Five
“Are you done being their good girl?”
Rapunzel lowers her head to regard me through the thick fringe of her lashes. “Are you ready to tell me your plans for us?”
“No, Rapunzel.” I leave the support of the wall and stalk toward the bed. “By now, you know I’m a man of action.”
Dax, who’s busy tucking his cock back in breeches, snickers. “Sounds more like a threat to me. I’d run away screaming if I were you, Little Captive.”
Her sweet laughter punches me in the chest. I’ve missed this lovely sound more than I’m willing to admit aloud. “ShouldI be afraid, Quinn?ShouldI run away screaming?”
I bury my hand in her soft hair, marveling at her strength and courage. “Your Highness, I doubt there is a fucking thing in all the world that will make you cower.”
“Now that, Quinn Redgrave, is the nicest compliment you’ve ever given me.”
Beauty fades. People can fake kindness. But courage? True fortitude comes from the heart and lasts a lifetime.
Her smile is radiant, her curls lovely. Her appearance may be different now, yet it’s as if this is how she issupposedto look. As if the blonde was a hat meant to be shed. One I’m glad is gone despite my sheer terror at her fragile mortality.
Also, I reluctantly admit, I’ll miss my indestructible sparring partner.
With a dark grin, I ask, “Do you trust me to make you feel good, Rapunzel?”
“Always.”
The room crackles with energy as I climb onto the bed. Wren, naked, grabs the crown and leaves the bed. I’d fuck her while she wears it, but I’m going to give her a rough ride.
I’ll knock the damn thing right off her pretty head.
Wren places the crown on the hearth’s mantle. He pulls on his breeches and stays where he is, backlit by the fire, his eyes locked on Rapunzel. Dax falls into the chair, a predatory grin on his face as he watches us.
“Up, Your Majesty.” I tug at her arm. “Turn around. I want to see your pretty ass in the air. Time to be my whore.”
“Oh, God,” she breathes.
I squeeze her neck, her pulse racing against my palm. “Not God.”
“Quinn.”
“Better,” I praise her as she drops into position.
She’s on full display for my hungry gaze. Without that golden hair getting in the way, I have an unobstructed view of the planes and valleys of her perfect body. Truly, Rapunzel is glorious to behold. A filthy, damned creature such as myself doesn’t deserve this treasure. But Iama filthy, damn creature, and so I arrogantly take what I don’t deserve.
I pull a vial of oil from my breeches’ pocket and toss it on the bed before shucking my clothes. I planned ahead for this. Fuck, I’ve been thinking about doing this to her for so long. And then I’m on the bed behind her, admiring the smooth flesh of her ass. Appreciating the indent of her spine. Even now, on all fours, with her back slightly arched and her head bowed as she waits to find out how I mean to use her, she’s the most elegant creature I’ve ever seen.
