"My king," she began, her voice carrying that blend of defiance and submission that had haunted my thoughts since our first encounter.
But I couldn't bear to hear whatever careful lies she had prepared.
Taste her.
In two measured steps, I had her pressed against the cold stone wall, my arms braced on either side of her head, creating an inescapable cage around her slender form. My mouth crashed down on hers with desperate hunger, swallowing her startled gasp and the protest that died on her lips.
Her hands flew up to my chest; whether to push me away or pull me closer, I couldn't tell. The dragon roared its approval, flooding my veins with liquid fire that demanded I take more, claim more, possess everything she was.
Beautiful little offering.
When I finally pulled back, we were both panting. Her lips were swollen, her eyes wide with something that might have been desire or might have been fear—or perhaps both.
"I don't understand," she started, her voice barely above a whisper as she shook her head, trying to pull away from me evenas her body remained pliant. The movement sent her hair over one shoulder, revealing the elegant curve of her neck.
"What is there to understand?"
"I thought you wanted me dead?"
I chuckled without humor. "You stupid girl."
I didn't want her dead. My body betrayed me with an unwelcome memory—the feel of her at the lake, the way she'd surrendered to me in one heartbeat and challenged me in the next.
"Get on your knees."
She dropped to her knees without hesitation, the movement graceful despite the heavy cloak pooling around her. Those eyes—Gods, those fucking eyes—never left mine as she settled on the cold stone floor.
Yes. Kneel for us.
I unlaced my braies with hands that trembled from restraint rather than uncertainty, freeing my cock. It jutted toward her, already hard and aching from hours, days, weeks of wanting her. Her gaze dropped immediately, fixing on my length with the absolute expression of desire, of need. Her expression sent heat scorching through me, making my prick even harder.
The hunger in her expression wasn't feigned. I'd seen enough courtly seduction to recognize artifice, and this wasn't it. Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming faster as she stared at what I offered.
"Open your mouth."
She obeyed, tongue flattening behind her bottom teeth, creating the perfect cradle for me to claim. I guided the swollen head between her lips, groaning at the first touch of wet heat against my flesh.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth." The words emerged as a growl, my free hand tangling in her hair, gripping hard enoughto make her gasp around me. "And you're going to take every inch like the good little prisoner you are."
I pulled her forward, driving my cock deep until she gagged, then withdrew only to thrust in again. Her throat constricted around me, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as I used her mouth.
"Cry for me," I groaned, holding her hair even harder. "Show me your fucking tears."
The wet sounds of her struggles only fueled my need.
Mate her cunt! Fill her with our seed!
But I wasn't going to give in to the dragon's demands. What I needed right now was the ability to think straight. And this was going to give it to me.
"Do you like tasting the king's cock?" I demanded, pulling back enough to allow her words passage through those swollen, abused lips. The sight of her mouth stretched around me, slick with saliva and submission, sent fire through me.
"Yes." The word emerged broken, desperate, barely more than a whispered confession that made my grip in her hair tighten reflexively.
"You'll suffer with your own desire," I growled, watching the tears spill down her flushed cheeks. "Your own need. I don't care how wet you are, how much you ache for my cock inside you." I thrust particularly deep, holding her there until she choked. "The only thing I care about right now is slamming into this pretty mouth."
Her nails dug into my thighs through the fabric, but she didn't pull away. She didn't try to escape.
She took it.
