I reached for the wine on the nightstand. “I fuck whoever I want to fuck.”
He watched me drink. Then he pushed himself up against the headboard and wrapped one large, muscular arm around my waist from behind. He was warm. Solid. Unapologetically male in a way that was occasionally useful and occasionally exhausting.
“My proposal,” he said, his voice dropping into the tone he used for war rooms, “is sending three of Merlin’s magically elite through the old tunnels beneath the castle. They are passages he helped design during Uther’s reign. It could be a surgical insertion, and we could extract the girl before dawn.”
“And Corvin?”
“We don’t know if he’s dead or alive,” he whispered as he kissed my neck.
“He’s alive.” I stood up and then bent over in front of him, spreading my legs slightly. “Fuck me with your finger while you talk.”
He did and continued explaining the situation, which I appreciated. Competent multitasking was an underrated quality in a man.
“Three operatives,” he continued. “In and out.”
I listened for a few seconds before I began to take the plan apart.
“Go harder and give me another finger.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, doing as I said. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“First problem,” I said. “Can Merlin’s elite suppress their magical signatures completely while inside Camelot’s wards?”
Carlisle’s fingers stilled.
“Mordred’s detection net,” I continued, answering for him, “is designed specifically to catch magical intruders. Merlin’s mages are powerful, but that power is the problem. They carry magic the way other people carry scent. Suppression is possible, yes, but it’s imperfect. A flicker, a surge, one moment of stress-triggered instinct, and Mordred knows they’re there.”
“True,” Carlisle said quietly as he pulled his thick fingers out of me and then pushed them back in once more. His cock was still fully engorged. Good, that was how I liked them. “Gods, let me lick you. I need to taste your cunt.”
“Go ahead.”
He pulled his hand away and lowered his head, and I let him, bending further forward to give him full access. He licked into me slowly and with genuine attention. He wasn’t half bad at it either.
“Second problem. Can they operate effectively without magic? Because suppression isn’t a switch; it’s a sustained effort. Strip them of magic inside Camelot, and they becomethree people with no weapons, no reliable escape route, and no knowledge of how the castle’s interior has changed since Merlin last walked those tunnels.” I paused. “Corvin is the only person alive who knows the current layout. And Corvin is in a cell and... not doing well.”
Carlisle pulled back. His chin was wet. He looked up at me with those hawk eyes and said, “You’re right.”
“Yes, I know.” I was always right.
“Merlin is also against this plan.”
“I’m not surprised.” Merlin was against any plan. It seemed he had his own reasons for not wanting his daughter freed, and I intended to find out what those reasons were.
Carlisle looked at me for a long moment. Then he said, “I want to fuck you again—”
“—I know.” I held his gaze as I lifted my leg and gave him a full view of my cunt. “So, fuck me.”
He moved over me and entered me without fanfare. Just shoved that thick cock as far as it would go. He wasn’t careful about it, and he also wasn’t tentative. Carlisle fucked the way he led, with blunt, unhesitating force and without excessive concern for elegance. He was hard, rough, and he didn’t apologize for either.
I approved.
“Don’t cum,” I said.
He made a sound low in his chest.
“I want more,” I said. “So don’t.”
His jaw went tight, and he fucked me even harder. But he didn’t cum, so there was that.
