“Keep your eyes open, kitten. All these people are here for you,” Sin whispers, releasing my nipple to grip my thigh, keeping me still.
My eyes flutter open, and he starts working my clit faster. When I stay still, he slowly releases my leg, his fingers coming to tease at my soaked slit.
“This throne is yours. I know it terrifies you, but you aren’t alone. I’m behind you. I always will be,” he whispers fervently.
“Sin, please,” I whimper, his words barely registering as my muscles seize, begging for release.
“You are my fucking queen,” he growls, and his fingers push inside of me.
I moan, arching into his touch, as his fingers fuck me harder. I’m completely at his mercy, my body lost to the pleasure.
“Listen to how fucking wet you are. You’re taking me so well, I want this throne fucking soaked.”
I whimper, my nails digging into his thighs, and Sin slips a third finger inside of me.
“Come for me, kitten. Take your pleasure. Take your crown. Take back every Fates-damned piece they tried to steal,” he growls.
The pressure he’s been building detonates.
I try to bury my face in his neck, no longer capable of holding back my screams, only for Sin’s mouth to claim mine.
He kisses me with wild abandon as each wave of my orgasm causes me to almost come off the throne. Every time, he keeps me in place, refusing to let me go as he continues to fuck me with his fingers.
His hold only loosens once the aftershocks have faded, and I fall back against him.
One of his hands splays possessively across my stomach, and his gray eyes rage like tempests as he gazes down at me. “You are a fucking goddess, kitten. You deserve this throne, and the whole fucking universe. Not because you’re powerful enough to claim it, but because you unite us. You’re the thread that binds us all, and we will gladly bow to you.”
Chapter 55
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule fifty-five:Try to avoid reliving tentacle porn at a work party.
The party is still going strong when we finally rejoin the crowd. I’m pretty sure I look sunburned from how much I’m blushing.
Sin, on the other hand, seems completely satisfied. There’s a grin plastered to his face as he walks beside me, his hand resting at the small of my back.
I scan the crowd, looking for Ragna, in hopes that we can talk to her now and then slip away from the party. Unfortunately, she’s still using the rebel leaders as armor. As if sensing my stare, she glances our way, only to throw us an exasperated look.
She definitely knows what we just did.
Again.
Mortification might not be a strong enough word for what I’m feeling right now, but Sin only chuckles and leads us to a circle of friendly faces. Rosie, Arianna, Conner, Isaac, and Sarah are laughing and joking together, and the sight has me smiling.
They’ve claimed a corner of the room and pulled up a small table for Rosie to perch on. Her legs dangle as she surveys the chaos.
They erupt into cheers when they see us, and Sin’s hand leaves my back, giving me space for hugs and congratulations.
“So, does this mean you aren’t coming back to school?” Isaac asks once they’ve all settled down.
His tone is a little too casual, like he’s trying to hide the real emotion beneath.
I open my mouth to answer, only to shut it again when I realize it’s no longer an impossible dream.
If we win this war, I could go back. Sin and I could probably share an apartment while I finish my degree, and I could stay in a familiar place.
The mental picture sends warmth and nostalgia flooding through me, until my thoughts drift over to my life now. Even if we win the war, there will still be a multitude of issues left to tackle: soul slavery, the demigod children, prejudice against interspecies breeding, and so much more.
