My knees threaten to buckle from the heat of his hands wrapped around me, but I lock them just in time as he runs his tongue up my shaft before circling the tip, catching the bead of precum leaking from it.
“Fuck, Gem,” I rasp, tangling my hands in his unruly curls while thrusting. He chuckles and lashes my length with his tongue, teasing me while rolling my balls with his other hand.
“Suck it,” I beg. “Please.”
“I should make you suffer for making me wait so long for what I’ve been craving. I spent so many lonely nights fisting my dick, imagining I was sinking my cock into you, but I can’t wait any longer. Maybe after this, you won’t deny what we have anymore.” His voice is low and cruel, and I know he’s still mad at me, and that will be my cross to bear. If he needs to punish me to get over his anger, then I will happily accept it.
My cock throbs with need, and I’m just about to plead again when he takes me deep into his hot, wet mouth. My head drops against the wall as I squeeze my eyes shut and resist the urge to fuck his mouth. I want to give him control, knowing he needs this after I denied him for so long.
The suction of his mouth is exquisite as he hollows his cheeks and draws back along my length before taking it even deeper. My tip touches the back of his throat, and he swallows around me. My spine tingles, and I grip his hair harder. He moans, and the vibrations caress my dick, drawing another deep rumble from my chest.
“Fuck, Gem, it feels so good. Such a good boy taking me deep,” I praise, and I feel his whole body shudder beneath my hands. I tighten my grip in his hair and flex my hips forward, watching as my cock thrusts in and out of his wet heat. His nostrils flare, and tears well in his eyes as he gazes up at me with so much desire, it sends heat coursing through my body. I take control, thrusting in and out harder, fucking his mouth with abandon.
“Fucking look at you on your knees at my feet, taking me like the cock slut you are. My cock slut… So pretty with tears streaming down your face.” I grit my teeth, holding back my release, and fuck his mouth harder than I would a woman’s, knowing he can take my punishing pace. “I’ve waited so long to feel your lips around me, I can’t wait to know what it feels like when I breach your ass and fill you with my cum.”
He groans and slides his hands away from my balls, thrusting a finger deep into my ass and hitting that spot that sends me hurtling over the edge with a roar that brings my tiger to the surface. My fingers lengthen into claws, biting into Gem’s scalp as I bury my cock deep in his throat, holding him in place as his finger continues to pound against my prostate as I fill his throat with my cum. The scent of blood tinges the air, but he doesn’t fight me, drinking me down like a well-aged wine. He gazes up at me, his eyes burning with desire, but I can’t help imagining what it would look like if a set of amethyst colored eyes were also looking up at me.
Annoyed at myself, I release him and pull my cock from his mouth before bending down and hauling him up, crushing my lips to his. I taste myself on his lips, and my spent cock throbs again.
A noise in the hallway has us both freezing and turning our attention to whoever is out there.
“I saw them come this way. If I hurry, I might catch up to them and convince them to make me the meat in their sandwich,” I hear Gianna tell someone.
“You better hope you can. I’m not happy you got yourself kicked out of the watch. I had to beg that useless king to allow you to even come tonight, but I’m going to try to get you a position with the new queen, so instead of making snide comments about her dress, you should be kissing her ass so we can cement our position for the next forty years,” the voice hisses, and I recognize it—Councilor Sophia Gardiner, Gianna and Liana’s mother, and a pain in my father’s ass.
“Ugh, she’s such an ugly troll. Why did the goddess pick her? Why do we have to continue to have humans as our royals? If her mates don’t show up, why can’t the council push for the role to become hereditary? Then Gryffin would be king, and I can be his queen.”
Gianna’s voice is petulant, and Gem stiffens in my arms. What she’s suggesting isn’t something that hasn’t been proposed by the council before, but it is considered slightly treasonous to question the goddess’s decisions. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes into our secluded little nook, and I hear Gianna’s cry of pain.
“Shut your mouth, you stupid girl. You don’t know who could be listening, and Gryffin wouldn’t be king. Gretchin would be queen because she is the oldest. Unless you plan on seducing her—which I’m sure she would be open to—we would have no control over her. Moreover, we need to focus on manipulating the new queen, which is why I need you to befriend her. Tomorrow, we are going to join them for breakfast, and I want you and your sister there working your charm on her. Now go seduce those two men. If you distract them with your pussy, maybe they won’t have their attention on the queen.”
The voices fade away, and Gem relaxes against me, resting his head on my chest. “I didn’t like the sound of that,” he murmurs, snuggling his face against my shirt-covered chest. I smile and hold him tighter against my body, knowing this interlude is done.
“No, we should talk to Dad and the moms and let them know what we overheard so they aren’t blindsided at breakfast tomorrow.”
“We should warn Colbie too,” Gem suggests as he pulls away from me, allowing me to straighten my clothes.
I shake my head. “Leave her be for now. She has enough to worry about without having to add the scheming of two manipulative females. My parents will put barriers in the council’s way that will be insurmountable. They have had to deal with the majority of the schemes their whole term, so they won’t allow it to continue during Colbie’s.” I give him a gentle kiss, resting my forehead against his. “To be continued,” I promise him, and he smiles and nods.
“But promise me you won’t retreat behind walls again,” he requests, looking unsure.
“I promise, Gem. I was an idiot for denying you for so long. You know I love you, right?” I say, and his eyes blaze with shock, but then he smirks at me.
“Of course, how could you not?” He smacks a kiss on my lips before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the cozy nook, heading back into the gritty realm of palace intrigue.
ChapterTwo
Colbie
“Isaid that mark is Watch Team One’s. You are my brother’s bond’s mate.”
“Oh my god!” Violet squeals with excitement as Gretchin’s answer reverberates in my ears, and I sway a little, grabbing hold of the counter to steady myself.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” I stammer as my grip tightens on the vanity like it can keep me from losing my shit.
“Your tattoo matches the one on my brother and the rest of his bond,” Gretchin repeats slowly, and Gracelin peers at me through the mirror with concern.
A whirlwind of emotions batters against my chest. Shock is the main one, but excitement and lust also swirl like a swarm of butterflies. “I thought royals weren’t matched with a bond group.”
