“I do not wish to have a teaching lesson right now.” I wriggled underneath him and used his crudeness from earlier. “I’d like to get on with you sticking your cock in my pussy.”
The King of Shifter growled, “As would I. But first, give me your word that you will educate yourself on the Caster Kingdom.”
The damned man was serious about this.
It may be true that I hadn’t studied quite so hard during my pieces of training on the Caster Kingdom… It had been a rebellious phase in my youth. Every child had those. I was no different, nothing to be ashamed about.
I griped, “Fine. You have my word.”
Fae help me, my reading list was getting longer.
The next few days would be rough.
Abruptly, King Athon’s nose wrinkled, and his mouth formed into a horrible sneer. He growled quietly, “Tell him to go away.”
“What?” My brows edged together.
Knock. Knock.
From outside the door, Caspian called loudly, “Trix? Are you all right in there?”
My gaze flew to the locked door.Shit.
I hollered swiftly, “Yes. I’m almost done resting. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
King Athon snorted softly.
I quickly placed my hand over his mouth for fear that he would object further to our dwindling timeframe. I glared up into his eyes in an added warning. Besides, he was the one who wished to scold me about my knowledge of spells, taking up our time together.
“Butcher’s block?” Caspian prompted.
Code for:Where is your current location?
I smiled, answering, “King Traevon’s castle.”
Code for:Everything’s all right.
“Don’t take too much longer,” Caspian grumbled. “Our king will keep you locked in your castle if you miss the last half of their celebration.”
“I know. I know.”
After that, I held still and quiet—until King Athon moved.
His teeth bit into my palm—roughly. “He’s positioned back at the end of the hallway.”
“Ow!” I shook out my hand. “Not nice.”
“I don’t playnice. You know that by now.” The King of Shifters smirked as he lifted onto his hands and knees, his solid black eyes heating as they roamed down my body. With his attention caught on my breasts, hegrowledsoftly. “Theyarefucking pretty.”
I jiggled my shoulders, my breasts swaying softly back and forth. “I would very much like your mouth on them.”
King Athon’s lips curved up at the edges, his head lowering to my breasts. “I believe it is in my best interest to grant your request.” His pink tongue peeked out, laving over my right nipple in leisurely circles.
“Ugh.” I threw my head back and grasped his hair at the root, pulling his head closer. My grip had to Fae damned hurt, but I didn’t care, not wanting him to stop. His sucking and nipping mouth sent fire spiraling down to my nether region, my legs widening underneath him of their own accord. I lifted my hips upward toward his body, needing pressure between my legs. “Fucking Fairy, Idolike your tongue.”
King Athon quietly laughed, alternating between each of my breasts, his large hands squeezing them firmly…and then gently. His mouth traveled down my stomach, licking random places on my skin that particularly interested him. His nose touched my stomach, inhaling my scent every few moments—like a tiger.
I squirmed in pleasure under his ministrations, fascinated by his behavior. “What are you doing?”
