“Yes,” I say, without looking away from Cage, and I swear, I see a shiver run through him, too. The next time his fingers touch me, they’re sliding slowly over my lips.
And then his hands move down to the robe I'm wearing. I’m not even fully positive where it came from. It might have even been made specially for me. All I know is that it was waiting for me when I got to Annaleigh’s room to prepare for the ceremony, a silky thing with a golden pattern across its black fabric. Cage slides his finger under one side and pulls it open. The two sides part, and he lets them fall, until the whole thing slides off my body and to the floor in one quick movement, and I’m left naked before him.
I don’t know what to do, other than stand here. I can’t really tell if his eyes are taking me in or not, but after a moment, his hand reaches out, and he slides his rough palm down my shoulder and then my chest and then along one of my breasts. I suck in a breath, and Cage’s eyes burn a little brighter. The flames are taking up the entirety of his eye holes now, and I can’t tell if that’s a good sign or not.
“Exquisite,” he says, and just before he pulls his hand away, the tip of his claw brushes the hardened end of my nipple. I bite back a moan. He offers me his hand, and I follow him over to the throne. This close, I can’t help but glance over at Kale, but his face is pointed forward, deliberately not looking at us. I wonder if everyone else in the room is doing the same thing, but I refuse to look and find out.
Cage sits on the throne and then subtly pats his thigh. Oh, God. This is it. We’re going to do it right here, on his throne. It’s time for me to find some courage.
The king doesn’t look away from me as I set one knee beside his leg on the throne and then the other beside his other leg. I’m completely exposed now. My boobs are in his face, my legs are spread for him, and I’m trembling. Why did I agree to this?
I feel something brush the inside of my thigh, and I look down to see Cage undoing the knot on the piece of fabric slung around his waist. Every time I’ve ever interacted with Cage, he’s always been wearing pants, just like all the other Isiriel males. But this must be some sort of tradition thing because there are intricate designs all over the clothing he has tied around his hips. And then the knot comes undone, and Cage is completely naked. He lets the fabric fall open onto the throne, and I let my eyes travel down to that part of him that I’m about to have inside me.
I gasp. Holy shit. It stands to reason that if Isiriel males are so much bigger than human males that their reproductive anatomy must be bigger, too, but someone should have drawn me a fucking diagram. Because not only is Cage much bigger than any guy I’ve ever had sex with, but his dick also has…ridges? It’s standing straight up, which is honestly pretty flattering.
“Don’t worry,” Cage says, clearly mistaking my surprise for worry. “I will make you ready for me. It will fit.”
And without waiting for me to respond, he reaches between my legs and settles his fingers right over my opening, already pretty wet, if I’m being honest. When I gasp again, Cage leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. I whimper, and the flames in Cage’s eyes spark high enough that I feel the heat of it on my skin.
This is supposed to be a transaction. It’s not like I thought I was going to hate it, but I thought it would be awkward and kindof stiff. But Cage is running his hot fingers back and forth across my pussy, and his hot tongue is lapping at my nipple, and this is definitelynotawkward. I’m so wet that in the silence of the throne room, I can hear the squelch of Cage’s fingers between my legs.
He slips across my clit, and I keen. Cage’s mouth tilts into a smile, and he finds the spot again, rubbing it and rubbing it until I have to grab onto his shoulders so I don’t fall over. My hands come away black with ash, and something about it is so sexy that I want to rub it all over my body.
Instead, I reach down and wrap my hand around Cage’s cock, feeling those ridges against my palm. He groans, and I watch my hand move up and down across the dark skin, interlaced with lava-colored veins.
Oh, fuck. I’m so turned on by King Cage.
“Now,” he growls, and I meet his eye again, questioning him silently, but he ignores the look. His hands latch onto my hips, and he lifts me, positioning me right over his cock and lowering me slowly. He sinks into me without effort, and all I can do is close my eyes at the pleasure of it. All those ridges feel incredible sliding along my insides until I’m settled entirely on top of him. My mouth hangs open, and I can feel the way Cage is watching me closely. He seems so interested in my reactions, which is another thing I wasn’t expecting. Why should he care if this feels good for me?
“Ride me, my queen,” he says, the words rumbling through his chest and mine. I didn’t really process the fact that we’re pressed together completely. It feels…so good.
Following his lead, I lift up until just the tip of him is inside me and then lower myself back down. I hold his gaze as his flames burn higher. Does that mean it feels good for him, too? Like he’s reading my mind, he lets out a sensual groan that pushes my pleasure higher.
I find myself moving faster, bouncing up and down on him. When his mouth closes around my breast again, I bite my lip and reach out to grab onto the back of his throne to anchor myself. Using it to pull myself up, my movements become rough. It’s like I can’t stop myself. Maybe I should be embarrassed to be so enthusiastic, but Cage’s cock feels so fucking good.
And then Cage tips his head back, and his mouth finds mine.
I gasp against his tongue, and he kisses me deeper, taking my face in his hands even as I clutch the back of his throne tighter and fuck myself on him harder.
Oh, God. I’m going to come.
I break my mouth away from his and cry out. The sound echoes off the stone walls of the throne room. My whole body goes hot and tight, and I don’t realize my hands have fallen from where I was clutching the throne until they find Cage’s shoulders. I dig my nails into his skin as I ride through the waves of my orgasm.
And then my whole body goes soft and pliant, and I slump against him. I set my cheek against his shoulder, letting him thrust beneath me as I hold on. My eyes meet Kale’s, still standing beside the throne, and this time, he’s looking back.
Cage thrusts up into me quick and hard, and then he wraps his arms around me to lift me off of him. His cock slips out of me, and he shouts loud in my ear as he comes. I have just enough energy to look over my shoulder at where his lava cum is splattered across the floor.
And that’s when I see all the eyes that are still on me. The entire time Cage was inside me, I could forget that all of them were there, but I can’t forget now. Especially not when, one-by-one, they begin to cheer and clap.
I turn and bury my face in Cage’s shoulder. I feel the rumble of a laugh go through him. I don’t suppose I blame him. Seemssilly to be bashful now, after everyone in this room just watched me come on his cock.
I hear the commotion of the crowd talking and then moving around, as if Cage and I aren't still naked in front of everyone, and then I feel the touch of something on my back. I sit up and find Cage’s eyes as he settles my silk robe around my shoulders. Kale must have retrieved it for us. Cage wraps it around me and then his fingers brush across my chin.
“Come, my queen,” he says. His hands maneuver me on his lap so that my legs are to one side, and then he stands, lifting me in his arms, still draped in the silk robe. He’s completely naked, but I don’t mention it. He carries me slowly out of the room, and once we’re in the hall, I set my head against his warm chest and listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
“That was really amazing,” I say, feeling warm and bubbly toward him. I slide my hand up the side of his neck, watching the way it turns my fingers gray. It’s amazing that there’s any part of me that’s still my own peachy skin color.
“It was,” Cage says, and his mouth pulls into a smirk that sends a shot of desire down into my stomach, as if my body isn’t still limp from just being completely railed.
