Page 56 of Given to the Black King

“I am also here.”

“That is not enough.”

I turn.

His eyes are nearly black. His lips have parted, baring both fangs. Every claw is out.

“Then ask me.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

The answer is too broad. I shake my head. “Ask properly.”

His jaw tightens.

“What may I do?”

“My throat stays away from your fangs. The binding bite is not offered.” I put my palm on his chest. His heart strikes hard beneath it. “You may scent me. Mark me anywhere that cannot bind. Use your hands, your mouth, your body. I want your cock inside me.”

His breath leaves slowly.

“How rough?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Then I start slow.”

“And when I ask for more?”

“I give you more.”

“Good.”

“One more term,” I say. “I began seedward the morning after the map room. I have not missed a cup. There will be no child from tonight.”

His gaze sharpens. “Your choice?”

“Mine.”

“If that changes, you tell me.”

“I will.”

His thumb settles beneath my jaw, holding my face up.

“Last chance to leave.”

“No.”

He kisses me.

The careful man lasts one breath.

Then his mouth opens over mine and he lifts me against him. My feet leave the floor. I wrap my legs around his hips and feel the hard length of him through both our clothes.

He groans into my mouth.