I frown as my king steps up to take his turn. Knowing I need to even the field, I walk in front of him, then drop to my knees. With a sly grin, I kiss him through his trousers.
“This would feelsomuch better if these weren’t in the way,” I tease, my eyes lifting to his as I trail my lips across his cock. It’s trapped against his thigh, but it jerks as I move across it.
He hisses out a breath, and his free hand digs into my hair. Holding me to him, his eyes on mine, he tosses the knife. I lickthe outside of his trousers. Turning my head smugly, I look over my shoulder to see –
Another frickin’ bull’s eye? Really!
Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back around and then tugs down, forcing me to look up at him. He cups my cheek before pressing his fingers against my lips. “Suck me deep.”
“That’s a good little slut,” he groans as I take him in to his knuckles. He pumps his fingers in and out of my mouth, hot, deep growls rumbling from his chest. “Take off your shoes.”
As he holds my chin, I bring a knee up and reach down to untie my laces. On the second one, a knot forms, and when I glance down to look at it, his fingers tighten their grip. “Eyes on me,” he demands, and they fly back up in an instant.
I breathe heavily, my nipples hard and sensitive in the electrified space between us.
My fingers fumble with the knot, wishing they were tugging at the belt around his waist, pulling him free so I can lean forwards and suck on him. Panting, resisting the urge to tear my eyes off him, I yank at the knot until it slips free.
He pulls me to my feet and helps me balance as I tug off my boots. Then he spins me around, his hands on my hips. He lifts my ass, and as his cock nestles between my cheeks, my eyes snag on Jace and Deirdre.
He’s wrapped my bra around his naked cock. His knife trails across his right thigh, leaving a small trail of red. On her knees in front of him, Deirdre licks the blood clean.
A whimper passes my lips as I watch her head move to the left and –
My mouth falls open as I blink sharply, pretty certain I’m seeing things. But nope. There it is in bright neon colours.
The tattoo on his chest is black and masterful, but the two on his left thigh are…Oh my gods.
“Is that an ass taking a shit?” I giggle, looking at one of them.
Jace’s eyes meet mine, but instead of the grin I expected to see, pain lingers behind his teal gaze. Then it’s gone as he wraps his fingers in Deirdre’s hair and thrusts hard into her mouth. He cuts a line down his stomach as he fucks her hard, his eyes dropping from mine.
My nerves twist inside me as I stare at the tattoos on his thigh. Both done in rainbow colours, one is an ass taking a massive shit. The other is a cock either pissing or shooting cum everywhere. My smile falls as Richard’s hand clasps over my mouth.
Whatever those tattoos mean, Jace doesn’t want to talk about it.
And the only time I’ve ever seen him this haunted is when we talk about Aurelia.
My heart aches for him, for whatever love they clearly had between them.
“Deirdre,” Richard says. “Your turn.”
Grunting, Jace releases her. Multiple slashes of blood seep down his naked body. Only wearing his boots and socks, he pulls her to her feet by her hair and turns her around. A slap sounds on her ass, jiggling her breasts as she jumps. Smirking at us, she picks up her knife and comes over to stand by the bar.
As she lines up to throw, Jace moves behind her. His arm wraps around her and dips below her belly button. When he slides his hand through the waistband of her skirt, little pants leave both her mouth and mine. Her throwing arm shaking, Deirdre moans as she rocks against him.
I lick Richard’s hand, wanting his fingers back inside my mouth. Watching Jace finger her, I cup my pussy over my belt, only to cry in frustration.
Fucking belt.
Fucking Richard.
Fuckingugh!
With a nip to my neck, my king covers my hand with his. A chuckle leaves him.
I want to stab him.
“Six hours,” he whispers as he pulls my hand away and tugs it behind me. His presses into my hand, and I squeeze it tight.
