“Stop,” he rumbled, but there was no bite in the word. “We spoke of another matter, but beyond my brothers, we think it best to keep it between us. So I will not speak of it. Not with anyone.”
“All right,” I said, trying not to be hurt when he was only being honest. “I understand.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“No,” I said, sighing, pressing closer. When my legs straightened along his, my breath hitched as I felt the stiffness of his cock, already hard and hot against my belly. I should’ve been used to it by now. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget who you really are.”
“And who is that?” he teased.
“Kythel of House Kaalium,” I answered. “Son of Thraan. High Lord of Erzos. Heir to the Kaalium.”
He sobered at his title, his jaw tightening, and I regretted bringing it up at all. To distract him, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. I liked when we were lying side by side because it made kissing him all the easier. And I liked kissing him very, very much.
Reaching between us, I caught hold of his cock. He sucked in a breath, holding it as I dragged my fist up the thick length, unable to wrap my hand fully around him. Gently at first.
“Sasiral,” he murmured. “I have a meeting with House Nyra this morning.”
It was strange—in my last two relationships, the sex had been nice. It’d felt good. It’d felt comforting. I’d liked feeling connected to my partners. But I’d neverneededit. I’d never been ravenous for it, never felt like climbing out of my skin to escape the pinching need of it.
With Kythel? I couldn’t get enough. Case in point, when I shifted, I felt a dull ache between my thighs. Kythel had woken me up in the night—perhaps when he’d returned from his call with Azur—and had been insatiable. Then again, so had I.
“It can wait,” I told him, squeezing the underside of the crown. “Can’t it?”
He said, “It can’t.”
Sighing, I released his cock. “All right.”
I knew his responsibilities weighed heavily on him. There was something driving him to be the bestKyzairehe could possibly be. At first, I’d wondered if it was competitiveness with his brothers. But Kythel wouldn’t care about that, so I’d struck it from my mind. He’d told me before that he hadn’t always wanted to inherit Erzos, that he’d studied to be an architect in Laras, a creator of cities.
So what had changed?
We lay in silence for a brief moment, Kythel’s chest heaving. The blanket was pushed down to his upper thighs, and I admired the lines of his body in the purple-toned morning light. I took in the way his cock dripped with the beginnings of his come, the way it pulsed from my brief touch.
He was watching me watch him.
Then he growled, and I smiled, though I tried to hide my smug triumph as best as I was able. I squealed before it turned into a husky laugh as he pulled me on top of him.
“Make it quick, my needy little female,” he rasped. “Vaan, I want you so much. All the fucking time. It’s madness.”
“You don’t want it quick,” I teased, though I gasped as I settled into place on top of him, straddling his hips, my legs spread wide. “You want it nice and slow so you can feel every part of me.”
And he did. Kythel liked tosavor. He liked to take his time with me, especially during the night, when he had no duties to attend, no meetings about the South Road to catch, no contracts to sign, no requests from the villages to deliberate over, nolorereports to analyze.
The searing heat of his cock head met my entrance when I lifted up, but I evaded the powerful thrust of his hips.
“Millie,” he bit out.
I grinned, watching the tendons in his throat tighten with his restraint. I was wet already, throbbing for him…and yet I liked to see him lose a fraction of that tightly held control. Nothing made me hotter.
I teased his cock between my thighs, sinking down an inch over his crown, watching his eyes close in relief, until I bucked my hips back up, sliding off.
The flickering fire in his eyes promised retribution.
“Enough,kyrana,” he said. And when he said that word…I knew he wouldn’t allow any more teasing. “Fuck me now, or I’ll bend you over the side of the bed and take what I want.”
That was intriguing, I’d admit, sending a pulsing flutter spiraling straight to my clit.
Who knew that Kythel of House Kaalium, with a gaze like ice and a hardened demeanor to match, had such a dirty, dirty mouth?
