Arthur’s growl vibrated through his hands as he gripped the dress on either side and the sound of ripping filled the room as he tore through the material as easily as if it were paper.
“The maids will be sad about all of their work being shredded,” I told him, but my lips pulled up into a self-satisfied smile as I ran a finger along the chemise I still wore. “You missed one.”
The chemise was pulled from my body in a flash, so quickly that I barely felt the material being slid out from under me, leaving me completely naked on top of the furs I’d so meticulously arranged.
It was done with such finesse that the image of a magician pulling a tablecloth out from underneath a table full of dishes rose unprompted into my mind and I couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled out of my mouth.
Arthur’s brows drew together. “Is something funny, little queen?”
I shook my head, knowing there was no way I would ever be able to describe what had made me laugh to the alpha in front of me. “It’s nothing.”
I watched his expression shift as his lips pulled down into a frown at being left out of the joke.
It made me want to laugh again but I held myself back this time. “I didn’t know that King Arthur, the king of kings and alpha of alphas was capable of pouting.”
“This is not a pout,” Arthur growled and I saw the tanned skin of his face flush darker. “I do not pout.”
With that, he gently pulled me up from where I reclined back on the furs and pressed his mouth to mine again with more force than before.
His skin was hot against mine as I molded myself to his chest, all of my earlier shyness and worries forgotten completely as I finally gave into the instincts that had been trying to force their way to the forefront of my mind ever since Arthur started taking off his clothes.
Fine, the last rational part of me finally said, raising its metaphorical hands in surrender as reason snapped and I was lifting my hands up to cup the sides of Arthur’s neck as his tongue slipped hungrily into my mouth. I writhed against him, seeking more of the delicious friction from the slide of his skin against mine.
One of his large hands pressed into the curve of my back, holding me closer than I ever thought possible as I finally let myself blindly explore each ridge and plane of whatever I could reach.
The muscles in Arthur’s back rippled under my fingertips as I was softly dropped back down into the nest, my eyes flying open in time to see Arthur nudge my thighs apart to peruse the part of me that hadn’t been seen by an alpha’s eyes in years.
I watched his expression for any hint of displeasure about my body, a sudden stray hint of self-consciousness threading its way through me, but all I saw was desire as he lifted a hand and ran it through his carefully coiffed hair.
Then surprise filled me as he dropped his face in between my thighs.
“Wait!” I gasped as the tip of his nose pressed into my clit.
I didn’t know much about the historical sexual practices of men but I did know that I wasn’t used to any man just jumping right in.
The stiff swipe of his tongue made me suddenly glad for the ritual cleansing that the maids had woken me up with this morning which amounted to dunking me in a bucket of cold, blessed water.
I made a mental note to make regular bathing the first priority of everyone in Camelot as I let out a gasp as the sensation of tingling pleasure nearly made my toes curl.
A sturdy finger prodded at the entrance of my pussy before slipping inside, eased by the suddenly overwhelming presence of my slick.
That was another thing I never had to worry about thanks to the suppressants, but now it seemed to be leaking from my body in droves as the alpha tested a second finger, his tongue continuing to lavish my clit as I gripped the furs tightly in my fists.
“You will be tight,” Arthur’s voice vibrated against me as he stretched both fingers. “So very tight.”
He leaned back and I nearly had to cover my face with embarrassment when I realized his lips were still shiny with slick. Never before had I thought about it so deeply when I was in the throes of my heat but now my sober mind watched with a mix of fascination and horror as he grinned at me and licked the moisture right off of his lips.
Seeing my embarrassment, Arthur huffed a laugh as he used his free hand to wipe his lips almost reverently.
“It will be covering far more than my face before we are done, little queen,” he told me, a note of teasing in his voice as he gently twisted his fingers inside of me until the butt of his palm rested against my clit, pressing down until he drew what could only be described as a mewl from my lips.
Arthur’s smile grew even wider and I had half a mind to clamp my thighs around his hand to stop him from moving completely, but the sensation was too good to pass up. Instead, I reached up and absentmindedly tweaked one of my stiff nipples.
Blue eyes burned into my skin, watching me with interest as I continued to touch myself.
“You are a brazen little omega,” Arthur said, his voice soft as the fingers inside of me stilled.
When I stopped my own touching, Arthur quickly shook his head and withdrew from my clenching entrance. “Continue on, my queen.”
