He was all wet from the shower, but my mouth went dry, remembering everything that had passed between us.
The things we’d said to each other.
The hateful, hateful sex.
Followed by begging.So muchbegging.
My entire face burned, remembering how many times I’d begged him to fill me up while I was in estrus.
I didn’t know whether to feel aroused, proud, or deeply, deeply embar?—
“The first two,” Declan said before I could finish the thought. With authority.
As if to prove his point, the staff between his legs rose to fully erect and pointed straight at me. Like an arrow.
I still couldn’t believe that monster had been inside me. Lots and lots of times. So many, I’d lost count around day two or three.
“Keep thinking thoughts like that, and it’ll be inside you again,” the High King warned, reminding me that he could now read my mind, thanks to the bear bite he’d given me. “And you’re supposed to be recovering from the most not-by-the-book First Claim in kingdom history. So, eyes up here,álainn.”
He pointed at his face. At least I think he did. My eyes stayed glueddown there.
What would it feel like in my mouth?Would I even be able to fit my mouth around?—
“Jayzus Christ, you remain a ruiner of well-laid plans,” he muttered.
Then he disappeared the distance between us and, before I could blink, snatched away my modesty sheet and tumbled me sideways on the bed.
“Little witch…” he said with a chastising shake of his head, yanking me to the edge of the mattress and burying his face between my legs.
It was his first time doing this to me. But from the way his mouth moved over my mound, he needed no lessons. His tongue licked up my seam, then beared out, extending long and rough and oh-so-deep into my tunnel.
I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his damp hair.
Then he added fingers. Two sank inside me, assisting his tongue, while the thumb of his other hand worked over my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Oh my goodness. He hadn’t lied about watching my training sessions. He hadn’t just studied for the test, it was obvious he was using the magical one-sided link created by the bear bite he’d given me to earn extra credit.
I became a moaning wreck beneath him. Squirming. Arching. Begging again. This time, not to stop.
“Ah, now, something’s getting well-laid, but it’s not our plan to let you rest until the new year,” another voice said.
I turned my face toward the digital wall. Tadhg was no longer asleep.
In fact, the Mountain King was sitting up andwatching—watching Declan tongue me down—with another mountain having risen between his legs.
I squirmed at the new, heady feeling of knowing explicitly that I was being watched—not just sensing it, but knowing.
“None of that close-your-eyes business. Remember your lessons, Strawberry,” Tadhg instructed from the screen, stroking his length up and down. “If another king is watching you, give him your pretty brown eyes. Keep them here right on me. And if you really want to make me hurt, rub those delicious tits while you do.”
I didn’t want to hurt him. I never wanted to hurt my wise teacher, not to mention the kindest man I’d ever known. But some feminine instinct made me hold his hazel gaze as I raised my hands to my heavy breasts, squeezing the nipples just as he would’ve. As hard as I could. Which escalated the pleasure zapping between my legs.
“Oh!” I whimpered.
And Tadhg groaned. “Feck, Strawberry…”
His hand moved faster up and down his thick shaft, his expression strained, pained. But he didn’t stop watching me.
Even when I started coming, clenching around the High King’s fingers as I creamed into his mouth.
