She swallows, and I almost lose control as her throat constricts around the tip and drags me deeper. I slide in a few times, ensuring I’m covered in her saliva before I pull out, glide down her body, and thrust inside her body. Her legs curl around my hips, drawing me deeper.
“Please, Hart,” she begs as I slow down when she starts fluttering around my cock once more.
I pin her knees to the bed so I can control the friction against her clit. “Not yet,” I growl. “You still have more chores. You missed a few spots.”
By some miracle, I keep my cool and swap to her mouth again. Watching her taste a mix of herself and my brother frommy cock has got to be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done—to date. I have many more ideas, and I’ll ensure we play all of them out.
I repeat the swapping until she’s squirming on the bed and whimpering with the edge I’m walking her on. I see the appeal Nash has for denying her orgasms until she’s feral. Poor Calamity.
This time, I encourage her legs to wrap around my waist and hook at the base of my spine. I press my mouth to hers, our tongues tangling. The shared taste makes me groan low. I yank on the belt and release her hands, and she instantly pulls me closer, wrapping me tight in her needs, wants, and desires.
“Come with me,” I command before covering her mouth with my own, grinding my hips just right to make the friction too much to bear.
Her back arches beneath me, and the ripple running through her body is fucking amazing. I’m addicted to how she squirms and screams into my mouth.
I follow her over, shouting her name for all the realm to hear that Daphne Stone-Stirling is mine.
Woman, partner, friend, lover, queen.
Wife.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Daphne
I’m no longer a maiden. I’m a married woman with a brood of knights, and collectively with my sister, we’re embarking on a quest to turn this world inside out and upside down. It will be remade as it was always meant to be. The future is looking uncertain, and that’s a beautiful thing.
Luckily, I was allowed to ditch my crown because that thing is a recipe for Daphne disaster, and the gang has made it clear they’d rather I saved my personal and unique brand of chaos for after the rebellion and redistribution of power. I have vowed to do my best, but it doesn’t adhere to a schedule or obey commands, least of all mine.
Given the demand for us to appear at this temple, no one challenged us as we left the Hallows, but a fair few folk did offer their support in wanting the reign of Idol control to end.
“Stop squirming, pretty mouse,” Theo grumbles.
“My floof is sore from riding,” I point out.
“We’ve been riding a turn.”
I shrug. “Didn’t say it was from riding a horse.”
“Too much information,” Genie grumbles while floating beside us.
“Do you have sausages and floofs?” I wonder.
“Both, when the occasion calls for it.”
I try to imagine genies getting naked and spicy. Where do their wispy bits go?
“How does that work?” I ask. Maybe it’s like Nash and his shadows that obey his commands. My gaze lands on the dark knight leading the charge.
“There are many ways,” Genie mutters. “Several I’m sure you are already aware of.”
“If we’re talking about sexual positions,” Charming says in a voice far too loud. Why is he here again?
“I’ve seen enough of your sexual positions to warrant a lifetime of therapy,” I growl with a glare in his direction. He has my precious sister positioned on the front of his saddle with his possessive hands securing her to him like she belongs there. I will feed him to the horses as snacks if he hurts her. Then again, she is fierce enough without me. There probably wouldn’t be anything left but bones after she flayed him alive. That makes me smile.
“Your mind is a dark and delicious place,” Theo murmurs, thumbs rubbing circles against my hip bones.
“You have no idea,” I answer with a smirk over my shoulder as I let a few fantasies play out across my mind involving all fourof my knights. It’s been a long time coming, and I need it to happen.
