He pulled back and laughed. “Careful, my queen, or you’ll attract some unwanted attention.”
I was burning, burning, burning. I couldn’t even form a clever response.
He brought his mouth to my core again and flicked his tongue between my legs. Oh gods, I would die right here. My thighs tightened around him, bringing his face closer. His tongue slid deeper into me. My hips rolled as I moaned. If not for his body pressing me to the wall, I would have collapsed. My fingers worked their way through his hair, scratching his scalp.
“I can’t—Ican’t—” I didn’t even know what I was trying to say.
“Can’t what?” he murmured against me.
“Can’t… breathe. Can’t…” I broke off with a curse, my eyes closing as he dragged his tongue up and down ever so slowly.
When his teeth nipped at me, a scream built up in my throat. Hastily, I shoved my knuckles in my mouth to block out the sound.
Theron laughed. He wasenjoyingthis.
“I’ve never felt more satisfied to weaken my prey,” he said, his tone smug.
“I swear to the gods, if you don’t take meright now, Theron,” I said, my voice ragged, “I will torment you for all eternity.”
“Hmm, I might still enjoy that.”
“Damn you.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Eira.”
I had to pause to take a breath. Stars ignited in my vision, and I feared I might pass out. “I?—”
“Yes?”
Gods, his arrogance was infuriating. There was no way I would let him win this. “I’ll say it if you take off my shirt.”
He chuckled. “So demanding.”
“Well, Iamyour queen.”
“Yes, you are.”
Slowly, he slid me back down until my legs were around his waist once more. His hands tugged at the laces of my corset until the loose fabric fell down my shoulders. I shrugged out of the corset and tunic, and he discarded both onto the floor. His hands went to my shoulders, then traveled down to my breasts. His thumbs circled my nipples, and a riot of pleasure coursed through me. My heels dug into his back. Moisture pooled between my legs, and I rubbed more persistently against him.
“Cot,” I moaned. “Now.”
“No, I like you right here, princess.”
“It’squeen.” I shoved against the wall until he stumbled backward, his hands on my ass. Together we staggered, and with a loudthump, we sank to the floor. He laughed as his head fell backward, his arms still around me, keeping me from sliding off him.
Now straddling him and fully in control, I wriggled my hips, feeling his arousal nudging closer to my core. His eyelids fluttered, and a low, husky sound emitted from his throat.
“What was that?” I teased, dragging my center against the length of him.
His moans grew louder, his head thrown back, his back arching. The muscles and veins stood out against his neck and shoulders. “Eira,” he panted.
“Hmm, I like the sound of that.” A smirk played on my lips. “It sounds like you want something from me.”
He laughed, but the sound was more of a wheeze. “Well played, princess.”
“Queen.” My hand gripped his cock firmly, and he cursed.
“Queen,” he said in a rasp.
