With a shove I push him back and sit up.
When I reach for his pants, his eyes widen. “Nightling,” he growls. “I can’t promise to be gentle.”
“Don’t be.” I want him wild. I want to feel him shatter the same way I do when we’re together like this.
“You don’t know what you’re—” He grips my hair as I pull him free of his pants. And when I lick the head of his stiff cock, the growl that rips from him is utterly feral.
“Emma.” His hips jerk forward as I take him fully in my mouth. It’s uncomfortable at first, the thickness of him filling me. But I adjust and use my tongue to stroke him as I wrap my hand around his base.
His grip tightens in my hair as he looks down at me, his golden eyes colored with a hint of deeper bronze. I bob my head, my body going up in flames as I taste and suck and lick, all the while wanting him between my thighs. Just the thought has me moaning around him, and he pulls my hair, tingles racing along my scalp as he thrusts forward, using my mouth the way I want him to use all of me.
“My perfect nightling,” he grits out.
I squeeze with my hand and work my mouth along his slick shaft, each stroke of his hips growing rougher as he holds me tight. I gag, but he doesn’t stop, his grip possessive, his gaze stoking even more heat between my thighs. His entire body quakes when I try to swallow his head, and he pushes deep into my mouth. I want him to empty inside me, and he does, his thick cock kicking and spurting as I swallow him down, tasting him and devouring everything he gives me. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt, having a king fall to pieces because of me. But I lap it up, cleaning him with my tongue as he groans and thrusts a few more times.
When he pulls me up his body, pressing me to him, I wrap my legs around his waist, and my robe falls all the way off. He runs his hand up my back, and I wince when he touches my scars.
“Emma.” His voice is so gentle as he traces the violence etched into my skin. “Will you ever tell me what happened to you, precious nightling?”
“No.” I shake my head against the memories. “I don’t want to talk about that now. I want this.” I move my hips. He’s pressed against my core. Still hard, still ready.
I work my hips, sliding up and down, coating him with my slickness. With a growl, he throws me onto the bed, strips his shirt away, then pins me. I whimper and try to work his cock inside me, my hips thrusting against him.
He groans as magic swirls around us, forever reminding us of the vow he made that can’t be broken. We have to stop. Wehaveto. But my hips still move, my heart still aches for him, and I can’t think when he kisses me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and for only a moment, fur sprouts beneath my fingertips. I open my eyes, but the golden hair is gone as soon as it came.
His head presses against my entrance, and the magic begins to sizzle and crackle.
“Stop.” I gulp in air and try to think clearly. “You have to stop. The magic will kill you.”
He gnashes his teeth, his fangs long and deadly. I want his bite. The thought hits me so hard I jolt—Iwanthim to claim me. He eyes my mouth, then with a roar that sends plumes of plaster falling from the high ceiling, he backs away.
“Leave.” He fists his hands.
“The vow.” I sit up. “Maybe we can go back on it, and—”
“Nightling.” He clenches his eyes shut as one hand goes to his cock, slowly stroking and making my mouth water. “If you don’t leave this room, I will master your sweet body, pin your knees to your ears, and fuck you like the feral beast that lives inside me. Please, go.”
I want everything he just said. But I can’t have it.Spires! Grabbing my robe from the floor, I cast one more long look at his chiseled body and the erotic way he pumps himself, as if he can’t help it.
“Nightling,” his voice grates. It’s not a word. Just an animal growl.
I push through the secret door on my first try and throw my robe on. As soon as the door clicks shut, he roars again, sending more heat between my thighs, and I sink into the nearest chair to try and catch my breath.
“You’ve got his balls in a right twist.”
I jump and turn to the door. Bladin—one of the king’s warriors—leans against the jamb, a smirk on his mouth and a bloody gash on his forehead.
26
Solano
Igrunt out my release, my seed splashing down the drain as the cold shower pours over me. Emma has a hold on all of me, and I can’t seem to escape my desire for her. I want to know everything there is to know, to learn her secrets and keep them safe in my heart, locked away and cherished.
Leaning against the tile, I let the water splash down, cooling my sizzling blood as I come back to solid ground. She moves in the consort’s quarters, and then I hear a low voice. Amalevoice.
I’m out of the shower in a moment, barely grabbing a towel before pushing through to her room.
“—the time Solano thought he could catch a wild unicorn and tame it to be his.” Bladin grins.
