“Naughty Prince.” She smirks. “It’s my turn.”
It’s complete torture. My restraint is tested to the max as she slowly undoes the buttons. I let out a small breath when the pressure eases. Her fingers dip into the waistband, and she pulls them down in one quick movement.
My cock springs free and I hiss as her hand grasps it at the base, warm and tight. She runs it up agonizingly slowly. Whenit reaches the tip, her thumb swirls over it, using the slickness there.
Her hand slides back down, twists slightly, and comes back up. I jerk as the sensation sends my emotions wild. I luxuriate in the feel of her hand wrapped around me, the friction and tightness of her grip so perfect I groan deeply with pleasure. As she reaches just below the head, she hits my sweet spot, and the ache in my balls intensifies.
Then her wet mouth envelops me, so slowly, her tongue swirling the tip. I look down. I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite so breathtaking as those violet eyes looking back up at me with my cock in her mouth.
“Fuck, don’t stop, Alaya. That’s a good Princess.” My hands sink into her purple curls. She slides her mouth down further, the head hitting the back of her throat, her hand still clasped around me. Then she starts moving rhythmically, mouth and hand, squeezing the length of me. Her mouth on that sweet spot is agony, each pass bringing me closer to release.
As I feel it rising, I need her here with me so I can look into her eyes. I pull her up and thrust my hand down between her legs again, crushing my mouth to hers.
My tongue dips deep, and she meets me as I slide my finger inside her, curling it slightly. I must hit a nerve because she buckles against me, moaning deeply into my mouth. I slip in another and gently slide them out, then back in. She grinds down against me, riding my fingers, seeking her pleasure. I pull away from the kiss to look at her. Her eyes are closed, the long lashes fluttering.
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch as we come together,” I whisper.
As her eyes open, I feel her clench around my fingers, and her body shudders. My own release breaks free, and we come in perfect, blissful union. The desire swirling deep inher fathomless eyes is nothing short of spectacular. That low, breathy gasp she makes when she orgasms might be my most cherished sound.
I don’t want to remove my fingers from inside her, that warm cocoon that feels like home. But I do. She shakily steps away and sits back on the edge of the desk.
“That was definitely inappropriate,” she breathes out.
I grin, warmth spreading through my chest as I get dressed. I join her, leaning on the desk beside her, laying my hand over hers where it rests palm down on the surface.
I rummage in the inside pocket of my robe. My fingers clasp around the small box I hid there earlier. I draw it out and, without a word, place it on her lap. She looks down at it, then at me.
“What’s this?” She picks it up.
“I almost forgot about it, with everything that happened out there, and then my cock hijacking my mind. Every Princess deserves a gift on her birthday.”
Her eyes glitter with moisture as she opens the box.
I’m not good with gifts. I’ve never once celebrated a birthday of my own, nor had reason to give anything to anyone. I was taught that giving anything was giving a part of yourself away, showing them your weakness.
Alaya could have every part of me if she wanted it. My weakness for her is the only thing that makes me feel alive. I don’t just admit it; I crave the submission.
She gasps as she lifts up the small golden scabbard, holding it like it might break in her fingers. It’s inlaid with twisting vines and roses, black onyx glinting like flint in the Faelight as she turns it. She pulls on the hilt, and with a rasp, the small, razor-sharp golden blade unsheathes. She turns it, then notices the writing etched into the blade and squints to read it.
“For My Warrior Queen – Kiernan”
“I researched your name—Morigan. To the Ancient Fae, it meant ‘Strong Queen.’ I wanted you to have something to protect yourself with. For the impossible moment I’m not standing between you and anyone that wants to hurt you.” I let out a sharp, dismissive bark of laughter. The idea of anyone getting past me was a fantasy I didn’t care to entertain.
Silence. She simply leans over and brushes her lips gently to mine, her hand stroking my cheek.
“Thank you,” she murmurs against my lips.
We both jump as a sharp rap bangs on the door. When we don’t answer, there’s a louder bang. I get up and stand by the door, straining to hear the muffled voice. A voice I know.
I pull the bolt back and throw it open.
“Why is it that whenever something happens, I always find you together?” The General laughs gruffly. “The King has called for you both—now.”
Chapter Fourteen
Alaya
The castle is deathly silent now as Kiernan and I follow the General down the halls. His stride is long and quick, forcing me to jog to keep up.
