“Would you like me to ready your cunt like this before I mount you?” he growls low in my ear. “Would you trust me enough to ready you with my tongue?”
Nodding my head, I bite my lip, feeling my orgasm building. “Mm-hm.” I desperately want to grind myself down on his big, rough hand to speed myself along to that final, heady, delicious destination. But I need to stay still.
And I can be good.
Even as I think the words, my brow creases at my own thoughts as if even I don’t believe them.
“Good girl, that’s it,” Kiahn murmurs again, as if he can hear my aroused mind-babble. His hand movements start to pick up speed, and his palm starts rubbing against my clit in magnificent, firm circles, delivering such a divine pressure, I think I’m going to burst.
I can feel the tension inside me twist, and twist, like a wind-up toy ready to be let loose. I grip the ledge of the balcony so tight, it feels like I’ll never let go.
“If you come a step closer, I’ll break your horns off with my bare hands!” Kiahn barks all of a sudden, his head jerking to the side above me. But his hand never stops between my legs - he doesn’t even pause for a heartbeat.
My brows knit together, my mind clouded in a fog of near-orgasm pleasure.
Reality blows that cloud away rather abruptly when I hear more than one person answer, “yes, my prince.”
Oh shit! We’re not alone?!
I try to whip my head to the side to peer around Kiahn’s big body, but his reflexes are so fast, the way he grips my jaw in an instant to keep me in place makes me gasp. “No, little female,” he murmurs in a soft yet raspy voice just for me. “Just ignore them. I’ll make sure they can’t see you.”
“But-”
“I need you to come on my hand, Niska. I won’t be able to leave you alone until you do, so have mercy on me, woman, and let me finish.”
I swallow, my whole body alight with a fire that I don’t want to put out. “O-ok,” I nod my head.
Kiahn growls and pushes his hips into me, trapping my body and his own hand between his big frame and the balcony. “Fuck, the way you trust me is so fucking intoxicating to me, Niska. I’m going to put the best fucking bride collar on you, and provide you with everything you’ve ever desired.” I mewl as Kiahn’s movements become even more rough. “Will you tell me anything you want, so I can be sure you have it? Will you let me take care of you?”
I nod my head for Kiahn, but I’m feeling so gorgeously overwhelmed with all the sensations, I can barely stay standing.Not that I think that Kiahn would ever let me fall, but I can’t even be sure if his body is completely shielding me from the view of the others who are here. Where are they, even? Are they still there? Standing a few paces away, waiting until their prince finishes making me come?
Oh, God,the thought is enough to push me over the edge. “I’m gonna-” my words are smothered by a big, warm hand clamping down over my mouth as he continues fucking me with his fingers. My whole body is pulled taut like a harp string that he keeps plucking, playing me like a sheet of blissful music.
“Shh-shh,” Kiahn coos quietly as I’m still reeling from my high. Then, he removes his hand from between my thighs, and promptly shoves his fingers into his mouth. “Oh, fuck that’s good,” he groans around his fingers, before straightening like it was nothing at all.
I turn to face him just as he’s un-tucking his shirt and letting the soft, flowing material drape over his crotch, concealing a sizable bulge and a considerable wet patch.
Jesus.
“Well, what is it?” he barks, tilting his head only slightly to indicate that he’s using that abrupt tone with his men, and not me. But those intense eyes stay firmly fixed on mine as he speaks. “It had better be important to warrant interrupting your prince seeing to his bride’s needs.”
There’s silence behind him and I dare to sneak a peek around his bicep. There are three Xaviann guys dressed like they’re guards or something similar. They glance at each other anxiously before one decides to step up and speak. “Y-yes, Prince Kiahn. I-it’s just we have been sent to tell you that… uh-” the guard guy looks to his peers for help.
“For Goddesses sake, spit it out,” Kiahn sighs, but he already seems disinterested as his fingers start playing with the ends of my hair. “Did Aunt Zalora already demand a ball to present mybride to my people tonight?” One corner of his mouth lifts and the soft look in his eye makes it seem like he wouldn’t think that was a bad idea at all.
“No, Prince Kiahn,” a different guard from before says. “We came to report word that your father is coming.”
And with that, Kiahn freezes, his half-smile sliding clean off his face.
25
Chapter 25 - Kiahn
It takes maybe two brisk interrogations of servants to ascertain the whereabouts of Vel, my brothers and the other humans. I would say that Niska trails behind me, but in truth, I stupidly grip her hand tightly as I storm ahead, practically dragging her along in my wake. I slow after her first stumble, reminding myself that she is human, with human-length legs, and could not possibly keep up with my hurried Xaviann gait.
Just as she’s assuring me that she’s fine and didn’t actually fall, I hear the voices of my idiot brothers. They are just up ahead, in the portrait room, where I’ve no doubt that Vel is boring Lois and Jaya with the various historical figures of my principality.
Sure enough, when we halt at the threshold, I catch the tail-end of Vel regaling the women about the last of this regions princes to possess a very strong and dangerous Bloodline Venom - one with the power to bring instant death.
