Then she leaned down and took the tip of my cock into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it before releasing me with apop.
“Fuck…”
“That is a terrible name for a sword,” she said. “What is its name?”
“Elsedora...” My tone pleaded for more.
“Nowthat... that is a good name for a blade.”
I couldn’t disagree. “That’s already my new sword’s name,” I choked out as she took me in her mouth again, and I huffed in an indulgent groan.
Why not let her lay claim to the one in my pants too? She seemed to agree, because she moaned around me, and I fought bucking my hips.
“Sources.” My head fell back, and I relished seeing her lips wrapped around me as she took me to the base. Her eyes watered, and I risked losing all composure. When my hips thrust up of their own accord, she hummed, only adding to the pleasure.
“I need you... now,” I ground out.
She finally gave me some reprieve and released me from her divine mouth. In seconds, our clothes became a heap on thethrone room floor. I was unsure who took off what. Guards or maids could interrupt at any moment.
I moved to stand, and she pushed my shoulders down. “No. Here,” she commanded in that sultry tone I couldn’t deny.
Spinning her by the hips so that she faced the windows, I seated her on top of me, cupped a breast in one hand, and let my other trail to her core. “Is all of this just for me?” I breathed into her ear, finding her already slick and ready when I circled my fingers along her seam.
“Only you. We’ve established that,” she confirmed with finality. I ground against her and pushed at her opening.
“Good,” I groaned as I pulled her hips down onto me and thrust up, entering her welcoming heat. A tantalizing high-pitched cry made my cock twitch inside her. Her hands found their way to mine, keeping me in place—a wordless plea to keep touching her as she rocked against me.
I matched her rhythm, thrusting into her until we were breathless, until my vision blurred and there was nothing but auburn hair and the smell of plum blossoms, andher.
When she constricted around me with a satiated cry, I followed her into that sweet oblivion.
Lynx roared at the gates as we exited into the frostbitten garden. The pine trees poked up from the snow-capped mountains that the castle sat upon, offering a blanket of green against the otherwise colorless cliffs.
The Lynx chattered loudly and ran off to patrol the perimeter, seeming reluctant to let me out of their sight. Fiercely loyal animals—they were growing on me.
Elsedora, now redressed in her riding leathers and thick coat, looked reverently over the landscape. The city of Helos sprawled between the caps below us.
She gasped. “Sources. You were right. Thisview... it is better.”
The cold had reddened her nose. She leaned her elbows on the low wall that separated us from a dramatic drop off. I gazed down at her. “It’s quite something, that’s for sure.”
Maybe I could get used to this cold, gilded castle and the crown she insisted I continue to wear.
The Corridor that built her deserved to be protected, honored, loved.
She glanced up at me, and when she realized I wasn’t talking about being at the top of a peak, she smiled. Pink touched the rest of her face now.
The Lynx grew more adamant, yowling. A warning call.
“What is—”
Before I got the question out, footsteps crunched along the snowy cobblestone.
Guards circled the back of the castle. “King Mattock, there are visitors at the front gate—one looks in a bad way.”
“Who are they?” I asked, taken aback by the sudden interruption. It seemed our moments of peace were over for now.
“Says he’s the Prince of the West Corridor—Regon Bringham. It’s hard to tell. The other looks fraught and keeps trying to force his way into the castle. Didn’t get a name.”
