“Don’t make a noise,” he purrs, though it sounds like a challenge. Like he wants me toscream.
And he must, because his other hand comes down to my achy clit and starts thrumming over it to match the pace of our fucking.
We’re loud.
Too loud.
His head knocks against the wall behind him. My moans start coming in earnest. The skin of my ass slapping against his thighs, and I don’t care.
I don’t care if they see—if they hear.
In fact, Ilikeit. The thrill. The what-if. The vulgarity of this wild fucking. Like it’s a wicked secret bound to come out.
“I can feel your pussy quivering,” he whispers. “You want to come, baby?”
My answer is mumbled against his clamped palm. “Yes...”
It’s an answer.
It’s a plea.
“I want your slick to coat my cock. I want your pussy to clamp down around me so hard that it demands me to come with you. I want to burst inside of you until my cum and your gold comes dripping from this hot”—thrust—“tight”—thrust—“cunt.”Thrust.
I explode.
With his hips thrust up so deep inside of me I can feel him in my stomach, I burst into flames and bliss. My orgasm is tremulous and quaking, a full-body shiver that makes me scream against his hand.
I feel his choppy thrust up into me, and then I hear the most erotic groan as he spills inside of me, delivering on his wet promise.
Perfection.
Pure perfection in his wicked seduction.
When my orgasm fades, I slump against his chest, and he holds me there in his lap, the bounce of our rushed breaths pairing together.
And I realize right then, that those men back at the market? They weren’t wrong.
I did jump from one king to another—from one male to another.
But the difference?
This time, I actually chose right.
CHAPTER 51
AUREN
After we get back toBrackhill, we find the others have already returned, since apparently, Slade had the driver take us the long way.
Not the first time he’s done that with me. He definitely took me the long way on our journey to Fifth Kingdom.
Bright side, I didn’t have to explain my current state of disarray. No amount of finger-combing or trying to act natural was going to fix my mussed hair or the burnished blush on my cheeks.
I washed up, taking the longest, warmest bath I could, and came out smelling like jasmine and honeycombs. After, Slade sat me in front of the seat by the window and brushed my hair in soft, languorous motions.
It made me want to curl up and purr.
Now, with a simple braid down my back and a few tendrils loose around my face, I choose one of the dresses we bought while we were out in the city. It might not be tailored directly to my size, but it fits, and the color reminds me of thunderclouds.
