“Are those possibilities?” Theo wonders.
“I hate that you have this with her,” Malachi says, crossing his arms and pouting.
I grab his shirt and yank him toward my face. “Stop this, Malachi Stirling. We all have something unique to bring to this group.”
He huffs. “Like what?”
“You are the sunshine in our souls.”
“Being happy is hardly unique.”
“You care deeply, feel deeply, and love fiercely. You see the best in everyone around you. That’s a gift.”
His face softens as Theo slips out of the chamber with a wink over his shoulder at us. The door clicks closed, leaving the two of us alone. Malachi’s eyes drop to my freshly stained lips. We have maybe fifteen tempos before they send the search party. I’m sure Theo will run a little interference as I remind this knight he is everything to me.
I tap the pommel of Excalibur dangling at his side. “You are also worthy. Not just in my eyes, but in the eyes of the realm and the forces around us.”
His gaze darkens. “That worthiness cost you your life.”
“I never said it was easily won. If it were, it wouldn’t be a test, would it?”
His fingers tuck under my chin and hold our gazes steady. “I am still unworthy,” he utters. “I always will be, because no one deserves you.” My mouth opens to argue. He shakes his head, cutting off my words. “I count each and every turn that we are together as precious. That will never change. I know that deepin my soul. I also know that we are perfect for you and you for us. But sometimes I just want you to myself. To steal another of your firsts, to have something that is just ours. I thought maybe it would be your hand in marriage.”
“Have you ever had sex with a maiden moments before her wedding? Knowing it’s you making her knees wobble and that what you did to her makes her squirm? I won’t have time for a shower, so I’d still be full of you, smell of you?—”
He spins me around and pushes my hands against the wall before putting his lips against my ear. “Don’t move.”
He shoves his foot between mine and nudges them wide open. I hitch in a breath as he nips my ear before kissing his way down my throat. There’s the sound of his belt being unbuckled and then the caress of hands under my white gown. Because, you know, all maidens need to wear white like we’re walking around like pretty little virgins waiting to discover if our chosen one can make our floofs faint from just one touch.
His fingers graze my center, and he sucks in a breath. “You’re already wet for me?”
My fists clench against the wall, and I nod. “I need you.” I moan as he flicks over my clit, already swollen and needy. “I didn’t take you for a tease.”
He chuckles and slides my panties to the side before thrusting deep inside me. Our kisses are messy,greedy, and oh so freaking delicious. My lips won’t need extra stain, because they’ll be swollen from his attention for at least the next seven turns.
“Malachi,” I murmur into his mouth with my hands still pressed against the wall like a good girl. Strange times. “I need to come.”
“When I say so.” He groans, picking up speed.
Damn knights are going to be the death of me.
Here lies Daphne Stone—perished in her wedding gown, unvowed, but not untouched. Her floof was permanently suspended in this shape as she took her last breath while being pounded by a knight.
But what a way to go.
He pinches my clit, and my legs tremble.
“Don’t drift,” he snaps.
“I’m trying to fall, and you won’t let me,” I whine.
He snorts and unleashes himself on me. It’s hard, unforgiving, and my body isn’t sure what to make of the fine line he’s dancing me along.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He pushes one finger inside my ass and uses his hand to strum my clit with the other. The assault on my senses is my undoing. I come with a scream, and he wraps a hand over my hip and pounds into me, making sure every single clench and vibration plays out along my nerve endings. I come again, and he shouts his release, holding me tight against him.
