Finally, a right answer.
“How about we make a deal,” I say, running my fingers back up, then down her lips, really wishing her clothes were not in the fucking way. I can almost feel her wetness sliding against me, almost feel a damp patch beneath the pads of my fingers. My cock straining against her ass, I watch the flush on her skin spread from her cheeks down her pretty, little neck. “If you don’tcome by the time Gnox leaves, I’ll let Jace doonething to you tonight of your choosing – within limits.”
A soft moan escapes her, heating every part of me. Then her brows furrow, and she blinks. “Gnox?”
I nod at the man patiently waiting for us to greet him. His cock is straining against his clothes almost as much as mine is.
She lifts her head to follow my gaze. At the sight of him, she bolts upright. Or tries to. I hold her tight against me with the hand I have around her neck. Once she stills, I drop that hand to her breast and squeeze.
“Greet him, my queen. He’s being so good standing there.”
Her mouth opens and closes a couple times before she manages to get out, “Hello, Gnox. What… what uh, can we, uh –”
Gasping, she falls flush against me as my hand slips into the overlapping folds at the top of her jumpsuit and touches her bare flesh. I palm my queen’s breast beneath her bra. I stroke my thumb across her nipple, which is already erect and waiting for my teeth to claim it.
“Don’t leave him waiting, my queen.” Nudging her head to the side, I kiss the base of her neck. She’s so sensitive here, I’m certain I can make her come from teasing this spot alone.
Rocking herself shamelessly against my hand, she raises an arm and threads her fingers through my hair, holding me to her.
Jace slips outside. In another few seconds, he’s back in again, but the line behind him is dispersing. His teal eyes land first on me, then drift to my wife.
“… do for… you?” Arienna finally breathes.
Gnox stares at us, his eyes half-lidded. I trail my hand up from between my queen’s thighs to the front flap of her jumpsuit. With nothing tying the sides together, the design relying solely on the overlapping of two triangular pieces of fabric to keep her covered, there’s nothing to stop me from pulling the fabric all the way off to one side. I bare her left breast to the air, to Gnox’sgaze. To Jace’s, the bastard. But I’ll let him see what he’ll never have.
I brush my thumb under the RM I’ve etched into her flesh.
Mine. Now and forever.
She gasps, her heart beating wilder beneath my palm just like I knew it would. After freeing her right breast too, I push up her bra. Cupping both her tits, I hide her perfection again from view. Her nipples push against my palms as I massage her. She spreads her legs and rubs herself against my thigh. She isn’t going to last long at all. I smile.
“Gnox, why don’t you come back at another time,” Jace says smoothly, his voice husky and deep as he keeps his eyes on my bride, “when you can vocalise what it is that you want.”
My eyes narrow as Jace gestures at the door. I should’ve whispered our deal quieter. His hearing is fucking mental.
“Ah,” Arienna breathes, quickly catching on because of course she would when it comes to sex. Growling, I grab her chin and force her to look at me. Taking her lips before she can dismiss Gnox, I slide my tongue into her mouth.
She moans. Her tongue dances with mine. Releasing her chin, I slide my hand down to her stomach. Further still.
She whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow her every sound, not letting Jace hear a single one. I’ve already gifted him with the sight of her breasts; that’s all the fucker is ever going to get.
I slip my fingers along her pussy. Holy fuck is she wet. By the time we finish our kiss, she’ll be shaking all over my lap, and the deal I’ve made with her will be won.
Then later tonight, I will tease her with my victory – a fitting punishment for her looking at Jace like she wants to feel him above her. Moving inside her. Stroking her. Making her come.
Growling, I nip her bottom lip. I push my fingers inside her while rubbing my palm against her clit. She screams as her pussyclenches tight around me, claiming me as the winner just like I knew I would be. I never make deals unless I know I’ll win.
Shuddering against me, my beautiful queen tightens her fingers in my hair. My kiss turns soft, victorious, lazy. Her grip slowly relaxes as she sighs against my mouth.
Removing my fingers from her pussy, I stroke the outside of it. Lifting my head, robbing myself of her taste, I look over at Jace smugly.
But my smile quickly falls.
Leaning against the closed doors of the Throne Room, Jace digs another gosberry out of his tunic. Raising it to his lips, he licks it like he would a breast, his eyes shining.
“My king?” Arienna breathes, no doubt feeling me tense beneath her. Or perhaps she’s feeling my fingers digging into her soft skin. Sitting up, she looks at me in concern. And then her eyes slowly travel the distance to where I’m staring.
My fingers dig in harder.
