That part was afraid.
“It feels like something on the other side of the veil is pressing its hands against the membrane of the world and pushing.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as he dropped his head back and tried to buck his hips to get more of his cock into me, but I pulled away from him. “I wish you’d let me push against the membrane of your world.”
He opened one eye, and I couldn’t help my laugh. I took another inch of him into myself, and he groaned his approval.
“My ravens brought me another dead bird.”
Vaelen looked up at me then. “My dear, with all due respect—and you know how much respect I harbor for you—can we please discuss this at some other time? At the moment, my man brain can only register the need to shove my cock all the way inside that incredibly tight and wet cunt of yours until you beg me to stop.”
He didn’t allow me to answer but gripped me by the hips and flipped me over so I was now on my back. Then, grabbing onto the backs of both of my thighs, he pushed my legs forward so they were alongside my ears. Then he glanced down at my slit.
“Gods, that is the most perfect cunt I’ve ever seen.” Then he glanced back up at me. “And you know I’ve seen quite a few.”
I rolled my eyes. “Vaelen...”
“It’s just... well, it’s exquisite, really. That color—fuchsia, is that what you call it? Gods above, I just... bloody hell, I just need to taste it.” Then he started lowering himself until his nose was right outside my opening. “Just stick my tongue inside and taste that ambrosia.” I laughed as he did exactly that and started licking me from clit to opening before shoving his tongue inside and fucking me with it.
After I couldn’t take any more, I gripped his hair and thrust his head up. “Fuck me.”
“Yes, my lady, right away, my lady.”
Then he held my thighs in place like he’d had them before, so I was completely spread to him, and shoved his ample erection all the way inside me while I moaned out my pleasure. He fucked me in long, hard strokes just the way I liked it.
“I want to cum inside you, fill you up until you’re overflowing with my seed.”
“Don’t get any ideas about giving me your child.”
He looked me straight in the eyes. “Morgan, if I could, I’d father all your children. And keep you on your back for the rest of your life while I did just that.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
-KAY-
The thing about power was that most men grabbed for it.
I never grabbed. I waited.
Patience was the only virtue I’d ever cultivated with any sincerity, and it had served me better than Arthur’s sword, better than Lance’s pretty face, and better than Galahad’s insufferable righteousness. All those men reached, strained, and bled for what they wanted. And still they woke each morning with their hands empty of the thing that mattered most.
I simply watched. And waited. And when the moment came, I picked it up off the floor where they’d dropped it.
The corridor outside Arthur’s solar was cold at this hour. Stone walls, no torches yet: the servants hadn’t made their morning rounds. The light that filtered through the arrow slits was thin, barely enough to see by. I liked it that way. Darkness was useful. It made men honest, or at least careless, which amounted to the same thing.
I’d been standing here for two minutes.
I knew because I’d counted.
The guards at the door were Alexander and a young one whose name I hadn’t bothered to learn. New to the post, probably. His armor fit poorly across the shoulders, no doubt ahand-me-down from a larger man. His weight shifted every forty seconds or so, left foot to right, right foot to left. He was nervous or cold. Either way, he wasn’t paying attention.
Alexander was better. He kept his eyes forward and his face blank, which meant he was thinking about something else entirely. His wife, most likely. From what I’d heard, she’d had a difficult birth three weeks ago. This was their second child, and the infant had lived, though the question of the wife had been touch and go for several days, which I knew because I made it my business to know such things about men who guarded doors I occasionally needed opened.
It was then that I stepped from the shadows and into their line of sight.
“Sir Kay.” Alexander’s voice was neutral, professional.
“I need a moment with the king.”
