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It was lust.
With a rough growl that evoked a shiver, he withdrew from my body and lowered between my legs, fingers tipping my thighs wide apart when I attempted to close them. I tried to rise onto my elbows, wanting to clean myself up and rid the desire that’d fogged my brain.
“No,” he warned, and I fell back at the power behind the word. “It’s your turn.”
“I’ve had my turn, and I wasn’t aware that was how this works.”
“It works however we want it to, mate.” He drove that last word home with knife-sharp brutality. “You’ve gifted me your i
I tried to stop my eyes from widening. “As you said, there’s blood.” I waved a hand at my lower body. “Down there.”
His grin was nauseating in the way it so quickly flattened my resolve and drove this never-ending hunger higher. Wild. This male turned me into something too curious, too insatiably wild.
I hated myself for finding that I loved it, but I knew it would never be enough to stop.
I smirked when he dragged his thumb through me, parting me, then brought it to his nose and inhaled. “Savage indeed.”
He gri
He didn’t stop until I was writhing. Until my head thrashed in the pillows, and my thighs held him prisoner once again.
“Swan,” he said, groggy as morning breached the windows in the form of lighter shadows.
I’d fallen asleep upon his chest as soon as my thighs had unclamped from his head. With a wicked, arrogant smile, he’d dragged himself up the bed and gathered my limp body into his arms.
I didn’t like how well I fit inside them, next to him, atop him—it was all too perfect, too unbearable in the way I already hated the idea of his absence. “Mmm?”
“Marry me.”
Ice rained over me in a wave strong enough to evoke a shocked laugh. I searched my addled brain for something, anything useful, and mumbled, “That wasn’t a question and no.” I peered up at him, wondering if I was dreaming, if he’d lost his stars-damned mind.
He just smiled, eyes remaining closed, and whispered, “Will you please marry me, swan?”
My stomach fluttered. “Much better,” I said through a laugh, and then I killed the flutters. “But the answer is still no.”
He grumbled, shifting and turning his face into my chest and releasing a dramatic sigh. His mouth opened, pressing gently into my breast. His kiss grew hotter, wetter, as he continued to torture me from the brink of sleep. I’d had a few hours, maybe. I had no idea. But I felt both deliriously exhausted and more alive than ever before.
I made the mistake of moaning, of pushing into him when the hand at my backside drifted down behind me and felt between my legs. “Just knowing you lay here with my seed all over you is enough to make me starved anew.”
I caught fire in an instant, and he gri
Horror threatened to steal me and rip me from this deadly yet safe space I’d found.
He noticed, brows furrowing. “Where’d you go just now?”
“Nowhere, just… no talk of babes,” I said, and realization dawned, his features falling lax.
Pretty little broodmare.
He nodded, about to open his mouth, but I released him and shoved at his chest.
He chuckled, rolling to his back and tucking his hands behind his head as I mounted his upper thighs and rewrapped my hand around him. “What makes you think there will be a next time?”
He wisely said nothing, but I relented. Deciding I’d tease him, I gazed down at his manhood. “Fine,” I said. “I suppose it is somewhat impressive.” I loosened my hold to swipe my thumb over the engorged head. “So thick, long, and angry-looking…”
He paused mid-groan. “My cock looks angry?”
“Needy?” I offered, to which he shrugged a little.
“You’re not wrong.” His teeth took his lip, then those lips spread into a disarming smile. “In fact, you could even say it’s desperate.”
“Oh?” I played along. “Desperate for what?”
The king hummed, throaty and stomach flipping. “To visit his new home.”
I laughed, slapping at his chest, and he pulled me down to his side to steal my lips. “Show me,” I said, still holding him. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
With his hand at the back of my head, his arm molding my body to his, his fingers sank into my hair, massaging gently. “Sunshine.” Beneath hooded eyes, smiling, glazed eyes that I knew I’d see whenever I closed my own, he studied me, then murmured, “I’ll take anything you give me and still combust within seconds. You can do no wrong.”
Gri
He cursed. Thick lashes bobbed low, then reopened over blue pools of fire.
Shit.
As though he’d read my thoughts, he smirked, then kissed me until my every breath burned as badly as my body.