Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“In two weeks.” He sighs deeply at the tragedy.
I shake my head. “I will hardly be a novelty. Surely, you’ll take me before then. Two weeks seems like such an agonizing wait.”
“I don’t know why I can’t simply have my celebration now.” His cock, still unencumbered by his breeches, begins to stiffen. “We could have the entire scenario arranged by this evening.”
“Cassan doesn’t understand the concept of patience,” Luthian says, and tips his forehead just slightly toward me.
Anticipation. A cornerstone of our lessons. I take the hint and run away with it. “That’s too bad. I find the waiting, the longing, is such an aphrodisiac.”
“You two are made for each other,” Cassan says, as if Luthian and I share the same infuriating flaw.
“Just think of it,” I say, trying to picture a scene that will flatter and entice the prince. “Me, laid out before you on a bed of silk, wild with desire.”
He groans low in his throat, though my words are but an echo of what he’s already imagined.
Emboldened, I reach out and dance my fingertips down his cock. Another groan. I take it as my permission to go further, and wrap my whole fist around him, stroking slowly. “Can you see it, Your Highness? My bare body writhing while I whimper and plead for release? My wet cunt clutching, aching to be filled by you?”
“Fuck…” He puts his hand over mine and guides me to go faster. “I’m going to have you right now.”
“You may,” Luthian says, sounding bored.
The prince has me pinned before I can take another breath. He forces his knee between my legs to spread them, and he’s in position, cock at the very entrance of my body before Luthian adds, “Or you could wait. Tantalize yourself with restraint until your birthday and have her for the first time there, in front of an adoring court.”
“Ooh, what a lovely idea,” I say, though I have no doubt that Cassan is only a heartbeat away from sheathing himself deep inside me. “I do so like being displayed. You could spend all day being denied, as well. Think of how incredible it would be, both of us reaching our ecstasy together in the same breath.”
He pushes forward, just a little. Just enough to feel the slickness at my opening.
With a curse, he rolls off me and lies back panting on the grass. “You both make an excellent point. Which is deeply upsetting. But who am I to refuse such a challenge?”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to hold out,” Luthian says, distracted by examining his fingernails.
“Shall we make a bet?” Cassan challenges.
“Certainly. For no stakes at all, I wager that Prince Cassan of the Court of Pleasure and Torment will not be able to withstand my mate’s charms.” Luthian chuckles. “In fact, I believe that by dinner tonight, you’ll throw her over something and breed her like a mare.”
Cassan groans and covers his face, muffling his words. “I need my cock and my face ridden, immediately.”
Luthian nods to me, and I get onto my knees, shuffling toward Cassan’s head.
“No, no,” he says, giving my ass a slap. “Get naked. And face your mate. I want you to watch him.”
My jaw drops, and I see Luthian’s knowing smirk. I expected quite a lot from our adventure at court, but I didn’t think I would see my guardian get fucked.
Luthian waves his hand and all three of us are naked, still in the grass. A jar of unguent appears in his palm, and he uses it to grease Cassan’s cock. The prince guides me into position and pulls me down, burying his face in my center. I do as he commands and watch Luthian straddle Cassan’s waist. He aligns the prince’s huge shaft with one hand and sinks back on it, a sharp exhale escaping him. I feel Cassan’s moan, more than hear it.
Luthian rolls his hips in a smooth rhythm, stroking himself with one hand. A few faeries stop to watch us, from a respectful distance, so I toss my head and slick my dripping cunt over Cassan’s face from chin to forehead and back.
They should know my worth before I am queen, so I have nothing to prove once I gain the crown.
Luthian’s strong thighs flex as he rocks back and forth, and his cock drips a stream of precum that pools on the prince’s stomach. I’ve seen the same with Firo, when Luthian taught me to find the spot inside that would intensify and elevate sensation. I catch his eye, drop my gaze to the growing puddle, then back up, wetting my bottom lip with a deliberately slow tongue. Luthian’s soft groan is a warning: he’s fighting for control, fighting to maintain his unflappable facade.
He takes such pride in his self-control. If I make him come undone here, if I make him mindless and senseless with lust in front of these courtiers, they’ll be even more curious about my skills than they already are. I’ll be in high demand. And with that popularity will come power. He has to know that.