Her nipples hardened into tight peaks, rubbing the silky fabric of her dress. It was all she could do to not fall into his arms. Damn, her stupid body was betraying her in the worst possible way. If she’d known Rylo would go all domineering asshole like this, she would have avoided the lust potion.
“I’m not your anything!” Morgan seethed, her breath came out in a pant as images of Rylo’s hard and naked body over hers came into her mind.
Rylo turned to Kai, and Morgan couldn’t see what look he gave the sea fae, or what he might have murmured. But whatever it was, Kai momentarily cowered. Oh fuck, he was going to leave her with Rylo, wasn’t he?
“I apologize for intruding, King Rylo. Morgan, thank you for sharing a drink with me,” Kai said as he turned and walked into the crowd of onlookers.
“Wait! You don’t have to leave. I wanted to share this night with you, Kai!” But Kai didn’t even bother to look back at her.
Rylo leaned in closer. His spicy scent filled her senses. “It seems all you will be sharing with the sea fae is the wine.”
“Thanks for cock blocking me, asshole!” Morgan shouted over the throng of onlookers talking as the music that continued its evocative beat.
“I’m not having my pet embarrass me at my own feast. Now, come on.” Rylo reached his arms around Morgan before she could protest, picking her up like she weighed nothing at all. His long, lean arms pressed her close to his chest and he lifted them both into the air, flying over the guests.
Morgan had no intention of leaving the party, especially forcibly in Rylo’s arms. She hit his chest, making her small hands into fists. She kicked at his grasp around her legs and wriggled.
“Put me down! Let me go!” she shouted, but Rylo looked at her with pure smugness as he beat his powerful wings toward the balcony. Servants pulled the gauzy curtains back, exposing the room to the night air and the couples seeking privacy on the balcony.
The chilled breeze hit Morgan and she sucked in a deep breath. Her skin was still so heated from that lust potion that the coolness of the night came as a shock. She continued to wriggle in Rylo’s arms, but the reason behind her struggle began to shift. She couldn’t help it. The friction between their bodies felt so good against her touch-starved skin.
Rylo tightened his grip on Morgan’s thigh as he flew higher into the dark sky. The moan she let out should have embarrassed her, but she couldn’t think about that. She couldn’t evenremember why she’d been mad at him for interfering with Kai.Why would she choose Kai when Rylo wanted her and she wanted him?
His hand stroked her thigh, slow and methodically. Her blood was going to heat to a boiling point if he kept touching her that way.
“Ah, damn Rylo, your touch feelssogood.”
Rylo smiled down at her, landing in a familiar space that Morgan quickly realized was his private rooms. His bedroom.
“That’s the wine talking, pet. You shouldn’t have drank that Bayberry concoction,” Rylo said, walking past her as he slid the golden jacket off, leaving him in only a thin white linen shirt.
She could see every outline of his sculpted chest and abs through the dim light; his skin giving off a faint glow that accentuated every crest and ridge of his body.
No, there wasn’t anyone she wanted to be with tonight but the Sun King. Denying that had been a lie.
She moved close enough to grasp the hem of his soft shirt between the tips of her fingers, pulling him toward her. Standing in heels, she was almost tall enough to line her face to his chin.
Heat intensified through Morgan, and she thought she couldn’t survive another minute without Rylo’s hands on her. Touching her inflamed skin, pressing his lips to hers, stroking and exploring every inch of her over sensitive body.
She pressed herself against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through the thick layers of her dress.
“You want me. You want me and you haven’t even had a drop of that sex wine.” Morgan’s voice was laced with desire. So much desire that she should feel embarrassed by her blatant lust for Rylo.
She wrapped her arms around Rylo’s neck, crashing her lips against his in a searing kiss. She kissed him like her life depended on his mouth against hers, and to her delight, hekissed her back eagerly. Her core was throbbing and needy. If she didn’t get some relief soon she might just implode.
Rylo tore his mouth from hers, tugging his shirt from her hands as he backed away. She watched as he poured himself a glass of wine and sat down in a chair. The same chair he’d been in when she woke and saw him watching her sleep.
“Sorry, pet. I can’t do this.”
Morgan’s aching, burning body seemed to throb more with the challenge.
“What do you mean? You took me away, made that huge gesture in front of everyone, and now you’re not going to fuck me?”
The slightest dimple popped on his cheek as he smirked at her. “I don’t fuck women who are under the influence of that wine.”
“So now you’re an altruistic asshole? You literally kidnapped my sister.”
Rylo shrugged, stroking his chin with his long fingers. How she wanted those fingers inside her. “But I never harmed her, and look how it worked out for her. She’s queen now, according to my spies.”
