“But—”
His eyes flash with warning. “Do I need to spank you before it sinks in?”
My cheeks heat, and I’m not sure if it’s with anticipation or embarrassment. Probably both.
Hart grabs my hips, leans back, and lifts me so my core hovers above his face. I huff a laugh. “What are you doing?”
He bunches my dress up to my hips and nips my inner thigh. “Come lower.”
I shake my head. “No.”
His palm caresses my ass cheek, and he slaps the sensitive flesh, making my breathing stutter as I yelp. “Sit on my face, Calamity.”
His fingers knead the stinging heat spreading on my ass before swatting me twice more. The steady burn travels between my legs, and I gasp as I realize I’m getting wetter by the tempo under his rough touch.
“You don’t get to come unless you are writhing on my tongue,” he warns. It’s the flare of defiance in his gaze thatmakes me understand he would keep his promise. With a sigh, I sink lower, and then lower still. He groans as he devours me, kneading my ass to help that bite of pain increase the blistering need for him.
“Hart, I’m close,” I murmur. Something is holding me back. The position maybe? The knowledge he’s touched fake me? Most likely.
He growls words into my flesh. What, I don’t know, but his fingers swipe through my arousal from behind and toy with my other entrance. Not penetrating, but teasing touches which make my world spin out of control. It’s forbidden... but all the best things are.
He sucks my clit hard as he pushes a fingertip inside. I scream his name as my release barrels into me.
I’m still trembling when he flips me onto my back and buries his face between my legs. I squirm as he plays with my overly sensitive clit, but he’s relentless until my voice becomes hoarse and sweat coats my skin. Three... is apparently the magic number, and I have no complaints, but also zero energy to do anything but lie a panting mess on his rumpled sheets.
I’ll pay him back as soon as I can feel my legs again.
The door creaks open, and Malachi’s head appears, wearing a shit-eating grin. “Sorry to interrupt, but Charming and Gwyneth are back.”
“So?” Hart growls as his hand toys with the swollen, sensitive flesh between my legs. I won’t survive any more of his touches right now. I need a turn, perhaps two. Followed by a repeat, because practice makes perfect.
There’s a very loud clucking, which ruins the salacious thoughts in my head and makes me frown.
“You guys are going to want to see this,” Malachi declares before shutting the door with a chuckle.
I stare at Hart lying next to me. He arches a brow. “Your choice, Calamity. There’s nothing I want more than to stay right here with you, testing your limits until you can’t even crawl away from me.”
Oh Idols. Yup, I want that too.
A loud hammering makes the door quiver. “Daphne Stone, I will not be staying to listen to your sex noises,” Gwyneth snaps. “Isn’t three enough?”
Hart shakes his head with a grin as he slides his fingers through the utter chaos he’s created. “No,” he whispers. “It’s not.”
“I’m coming,” I call out before she sees more than any sister should.
“If you insist,” Hart mutters as he pushes two fingers inside my body, building the pressure once more. I’m so weak for these knights that I can’t find it in me to care. Four is the new magic number, and that significance isn’t lost on me.
Chapter
Eight
“Is he okay?” I ask as Charming makes a random clucking noise and jerks his head forward.
Gwyneth frowns. “He hasn’t said much, but I’m guessing there are some lingering issues.”
Charming squats and peers over his shoulder, frowning at the floor.
“What gave it away?” Theo says with a snort.
