How could someone so kind talk so dirty?
I moaned as a new orgasm began to build, swift and blinding.
“Let him hear it,” Tadhg whispered in my ear.
I didn’t need a pronoun clarification to know who he meant. The High King. The one who might be watching.
“Tell him how good it feels to rub that clittie up and down my cock.”
It did.It did.
“Oh—I’m coming. I’m coming again. Too fast. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me. Ever.” Tadhg’s voice darkened, unexpectedly harsh. “This cock belongs to you, Strawberry. You use it however you want.”
I’d never imagined wanting a piece of someone’s body as a gift. But the way he said it—my ownership of him—sent the waves rushing higher, cresting fast.
Suddenly, I was drowning. Shamelessly rubbing my drenched slit against his thick length, lost in the pleasure.
He didn’t move. Just held me—one hand cradling my bottom, firm enough to guide me, loose enough to let me grind.
The orgasm burst through me. This was for me.Allfor me— Until Tadhg’s whole body shuddered beneath mine and something hot spurted between our stomachs.
“Well, I’m the one saying sorry now, aren’t I?” There was a rueful note in his voice as we both came down from our releases. “I tried to wait until I could swap with the Shadow King in the loo. But you’re too much, Strawberry. Just too much.”
Too much. I’d felt that way about myself all my life. But the way he said it made me grin into his neck.
“GoodToo Muchor BadToo Much?”
He took my face in his large hands and lifted it.
“GoodToo Much.If ye don’t already know that, you will by the time ye earn the High King’s yes.”
The High King.The thought of the still-unseen male behind the wall who could bring this all to a screeching halt at any moment sobered my playful mood.
“But what if he?—”
Tadhg kissed me before I could finish the question.
And by the time he was done, the Shadow King was standing next to the bed with a wet towel mitt in his hand and a dry bath towel slung over his shoulder.
I suspected, but didn’t ask if he’d watched me hump Tadhg to a second release.
Either way, the survey still wasn’t done.
Several more erogenous responses were recorded for what I could only hope was strictly a mental record.
Wet washcloths between my legs? Check.
Squeezing and licking over my round belly? X.
“Aw, that’s too bad, Strawberry,” Tadhg lamented. “That’s the Shadow King’s favorite bit on your body.”
How he knew that, I had no idea.
But the Shadow King himself confirmed that kisses to the side of my neck made me shiver.
I also liked what Tadhg called theLotus Snog n’ Grab, which was basically the Shadow King and me “slogging” with my legs wrapped around his waist while he kneaded my bottom with those long, strong fingers—and Tadhg warned him with the sharpness of a schoolmarm to keep his cock trapped against my stomach.
