My eyes narrow on the bastard. Although he’s standing at the other end of the Throne Room and she whispered her question, he has the ears of a fucking bat. They’ve saved my life more than once, but they’ve been a pain in my ass even more.
Running my hand up her thigh, I think about bending my queen over my knees and spanking her. Then I think of a better punishment; she responds so well to edging. My lips curling, I lean in to whisper against her ear. “No. I never lose at throwing knives. They fuck while I stand guard.”
Jace won’t continue otherwise. Although the head of my security jokes he can’t come without me watching, the truth is, he wants to make sure I’m guarding us if he can’t. Then again, he’s managed to save my life twice now while balls deep in someone.
As the next person enters, I trail my fingers between my queen’s thighs. I play with her as I talk to the woman below our thrones. Nudging Arienna’s head to the side with mine, I run my lips across her neck. She shivers. Her breathing turns shallow.
“Do you want to watch Jace fuck someone, my queen?” I ask as the woman leaves.
She nods as a small noise emits from her. Trailing my hand down her leg, I reverse its path once I get to her knee.
“Would you rather see him with a man or a woman?”
My hand feathers up her thigh. I want to push inside her to see if she’s wet. I want to tie her up to the same beam I had her under last night and test how much she trusts me.
Is she afraid of me after what I did to Lief?
She says she isn’t, but brownies hide so much shit under their smiles. She hid her desire to kill me under hers. When she thought I was a monster, she still let me touch her. Fuck her. She still laughed with me. Still looked at me like I was her fucking world.
My chest tightens, and that pressure bleeds out through the touch of my fingers. She sucks in a breath, and I know I’ve hurt her. But she doesn’t tense in fear, and that eases some of the terror inside of me. At least for now, her heart is still mine.
My eyes on the man who’s come to see us, I watch him stop at the bottom of the stairs.
Cupping her pussy, I press two fingers between her lips. The fabric of her jumpsuit rubs against her. She sags against my chest. Another one of her delicious whimpers meets my ears. I wrap my other hand around her throat. “I asked you a question, my queen.”
Her head falls against my shoulder as she peers over at me.
“Don’t make me ask again.” My palm applies pressure to her throat.
“Your Majesty,” Gnox says as he bows at my queen. His voice comes out slightly strained. Coughing, he bows at me and repeats the greeting, but my attention is on my wife.
Her gaze full of arousal, she wets her lips. “A woman.”
My eyes narrow even as a smile pulls at my lips. She’s earned herself another punishment. “So you can imagine yourself in her place? I think not, my queen. The only one touching you will be me.”
Now and forever.
Even if Raza tears her from me and makes her hate me, if she ever wants to come again, it will be withme.
No one fucking else. I’ll order every male to be castrated, their hands cut off, and their tongues pulled out if I have to.
I’ll order all the toys to be destroyed.
All the vaguely phallic items too.
Fuck.
I’ll have to figure out a way to get rid of all the bi people and lesbians as well.
Squeezing her throat tighter, locking her to me, I rub my palm over her pussy with my other hand. She jerks her hips, her eyes fluttering shut. “Or have you forgotten who this pussy belongs to, my queen?”
She shakes her head. My hand on her throat relaxes. I kiss the side of her neck.
“Jace with a man then,” she breathes as she arches her head to the side.
My lips flatten. “So you can imagine me in his place?” I apply more pressure to her pussy. “As a top or bottom?”
“Top,” she breathes.
