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My tongue flicked his thumb, the coiled band of heat inside me tightening.
Hearing his rumbling groan, it snapped. I gripped his face, those smooth and rough cheeks, and I kissed him.
Gone was the guilt-heavy exploration that had kept me from taking what I wanted before. There was only want, pure and scorching, and tongues and teeth. I tilted his head. He tilted mine. My body leaned and pushed—needing that hardness in his pants to rub against me just a little more, a little higher… I moaned when Dade pulled back.
With his fingers floating down my cheek to my chin, he tilted it up, whispering, “Open your eyes.”
I didn’t want to, knowing what he’d see inside them—all the permission he did not need to give me everything I burned for.
“Open them,” he said again, firmer, a dark order I could not ignore.
I surrendered, lashes hovering low, my lids heavy but not as heavy as the weighted need inside me that awaited attention.
Dade’s lips parted, a small bead of blood bubbling near the center of his bottom lip. “You’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen.” His words were hushed as though they weren’t words he’d pla
My fingers crawled, thumbs brushing his thick, soft brows until his lips wriggled. A hand at my waist tightened over my hip, then lifted the thin material of my gown to inch up my thigh. “Want to know why I could never throw you in the dungeon like your prince? No matter what vitriol you spew at me.”
“No,” I breathed, but he knew that was a lie.
He smirked, and I fought the intense urge to lick those dimples. His fingers neared the apex of my thighs, and I leaned back a little, making room for them to brush over my undergarments.
“Because,” he said to my chin, teeth nipping. His other hand pulled my head to his, his nose skimming mine. “Because your eyes, your heartbeat, and your body tell me the truth.” My eyes fluttered closed, his lips whispering over my cheek, fingers reaching where I needed him and rubbing. “You want me. You might loathe it, but you ca
My breath quickened, thighs clenching.
“Feel good?” He asked what he already knew, then expelled a rough breath over my mouth before kissing it ever so gently and murmuring, “You’re so damp for me, sunshine, so warm and needy.” Then a sharpness pressed into me, and I stilled as he hushed me, a claw dragging down the material to slice it open. “I have to feel you.”
The carriage bounced over a boulder, but the king didn’t lose his hold. His mouth rejoined mine, hot, seeking, and I feared I could die with his lips on mine and not even notice. Not even care.
He was smoke and heat, and I was panting, mewling, as he stroked me to dizzying heights, his free hand roaming my back, fingers sinking into my hair and his palm gripping my face. I rocked over him, against him, unable to breathe yet uncaring if it meant I’d lose his lips on mine.
“Melt for me, swan,” he rumbled against my tongue, then sucked my upper lip. “Let go.”
His finger pressed, flicked, and sparks ignited, my eyes opening wide, hair everywhere as I rasped, “Stars, I’m…”
The king growled, and I was tossed over the seat, my legs spread, skirts tearing and bunched at my waist, and then his mouth returned as his length ground against me.
Heated eyes gazed down at me, his hand twisting in my hair, and I clasped his cheek, whispering to his mouth, “Harder, wrap my leg around you.”
The command caused him to still. Then with a flare of his nostrils, he did as I said and cursed violently, his giant body folded over me, desperately seeking his own pleasure as I flew toward mine.
Some failed breaths later, his eyes flashed as a silent roar parted his mouth. My spine arched, tilting my head toward the sky watching through the oval window.
He twitched over me, my skirts soiled and ruined. I didn’t care. I wanted more.
I didn’t feel the wood of the carriage against the back of my skull. All I could feel was the king’s teeth scraping down the curve of my neck, his tongue lapping, lips sucking.
For all his inexperience and my own, never had I thought I’d become this. This wanton, insatiable creature who would throw more than caution to the wind.
I’d sacrifice almost anything for more of this male. To keep his hands roaming my sides, his mouth at my pulse, lowering to the peaks of my breasts, his approval a throaty hum as my fingers explored the thick strands of his hair, sinking to his scalp.
Yes, I’d sacrifice my soul for the king of wolves. That was why in moments of clarity, I would rebel against the desire to give all of myself to him.
I would use this inferno intent on destroying me to my advantage—however few those may be.
We hit another bump. The king snarled, rising when the carriage quit shaking, then returning to me. But I rubbed my head, laughing even as I winced, and after a moment, he did the same.
Dade helped me sit up, catching my face and bringing my forehead to his lips while his fingers roamed my hair.
“I’m fine,” I laughed out.
He huffed and kissed my forehead again, then sighed and tucked me over his lap while he tried to make me presentable. “We’ll need a bigger carriage.”
Something cracked inside my chest, but I ignored it. Easy to do when I remembered what those fussing hands had done—the lives he’d destroyed.
Back inside the Keep, he left another lingering kiss on my forehead, and I laughed when he scowled at the shake of my head. “Good night, savage.” Like me, my beast was not sated, not in the least.
But he was thoroughly distracted.
He grumbled out a, “Good night, swan.” His petulant expression evoked a small laugh from me as I closed the door on his face and waited.