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“Touch me,” he said. “Be rough. I like it.”
“Gods above.” Arousal rocked me to my core. He liked it rough. Of course he did. I tangled my fingers in his soft brown hair and pulled slightly, and he growled with pleasure. My wolf thrilled at the power.
He worked me over with his tongue, slow and methodical, taking his time exploring the heat of my body and driving me mad with pleasure and desire. Then, finally, when I was about to wrench his face to where I really wanted it, he pressed the flat of his tongue to my sensitive clit. I cried out his name and rocked my hips down toward his face, seeking out more pressure, more sensation, more.
He pressed the flat of his tongue to my clit again, again, in a hard rhythm, and I felt my orgasm begin to build low and promising in my gut, rapidly coiling tighter and tighter; I tightened my grip in his hair and arched up, my core tensing, thighs tensing, and then—
He stopped.
“Elias!” I whined, slumping back.
He pulled back, just enough to gaze at me.
The sight of him nearly made me come right then and there. He was gorgeous, flushed, his lips reddened and shiny with my slick, his pupils dilated against his gold irises.
“You’re beautiful,” he rumbled, and his voice sounded almost awed. “You taste amazing.”
I was too aroused to be embarrassed. Instead need raced through me, an animal like a shift. I needed his mouth on me. I needed to come. I needed him. I pushed down on his head, guiding him back down to where I wanted him.
He loved that. He growled again, this time around a big, wolfish smile, before he dropped back down and pressed his mouth to my cunt. He focused his attention on my clit first with the flat of his tongue and then fitting his mouth around the sensitive bud and sucking, and I had to bite the palm of my hand to keep from crying out too loudly. The sensation was electric, overwhelming, and this time, he wasn’t teasing. He found a rhythm, the perfect pace, and gripped my thighs hard as he sucked me. My release began to build again, low in the cradle of my hips and then tightening, tightening, until my core was tight, my thighs, my heels pressing into the mattress as I quivered. My breath came in staccato gasps as pleasure built and built and built and finally—
I buried both hands in his hair, holding his face in place. I couldn’t help it—I bared my teeth and felt my eyes flash silver as I growled low, my wolf as overwhelmed as I was by the sensation. My thighs closed around his head, keeping him close as I came harder than I ever had. Pleasure rushed through me, molten hot, setting my nerves alight as I arched against his mouth. It rolled through me seemingly endless, wiping out all thought, all need, everything except the sensation of his mouth on my body and his hands on me. His touch. Him. Elias.
I slumped back onto the mattress and finally loosened my grip on his hair. Dazed, I let one hand fall to the mattress, but kept the other lightly wound in his hair. He kissed my pussy, almost teasingly, and I gasped and squirmed away.
“Sensitive,” he growled, then kissed my hip, my navel, then my ribs over the silk of my dress. Then he was above me, flushed and gorgeous. His mouth still messy with my slick. It made me feel equal parts embarrassed and aroused. Before I could think better of it, I pulled him down for another kiss. This one still hot, but languid, easy, dazed. Just like how I felt under him. We kissed for a few long moments, and with his body pressed to mine, the hard length of his arousal pressed into my hip.
“Elias,” I murmured, “what about…”
“Don’t worry about me,” he rumbled. “This was about you.”
I swallowed, but didn’t protest. I was exhausted already, and I wanted to touch him, explore his body, his muscles—but I was a little intimidated by the size of that burning hot curve pressed to my body. He kissed me again, then pulled back.
“Wait here,” he said. “I’ll be just a moment.”
Then he stepped away and into the ensuite. I sprawled out onto the mattress with a sigh, stretching out my limbs across his fine sheets. Even with my dress still rucked up around my waist, I felt comfortable, sated. My wolf did, too. I could easily fall asleep here, in the warmth of his quiet quarters, with the fire burning low in the hearth and the sound of water running and idle puttering coming from the bathroom. Sleep was already beginning to tug at the edges of my consciousness when Elias stepped back into the room. He’d removed his shirt, revealing all that muscle and dark hair and soft skin, and interest curled hot inside me even though I’d just had the most powerful orgasm of my life. He seemed to notice the effect he had and smiled as he approached the bed. He had a washcloth in hand, and the promising hard curve in his pants was gone as well.
I reached for the washcloth, but he just shook his head and crawled back onto the bed. Tenderly, he cleaned up the mess of my inner thighs, his touch heart-stoppingly gentle, but I was so sensitive it still made me hiss. And made me want more—again—his hands on me, his mouth on me. I pulled him down for another kiss as he cleaned me up, but this was slower, easier. Almost like it meant something.
Then there was a demanding knock on the door of the quarters, audible even in the bedroom itself. Elias pulled away with a sigh. “I should get that,” he said. “They only bother me in my quarters if it’s important.”
“Of course,” I said. I pressed my lips together. Being forcibly reminded of the outside world broke the spell. Right. For a moment I’d been swept up in the fantasy—a world where all that existed was him, and me, and the confines of this warm room. But of course that wasn’t reality. He was still the king. I was still a competitor.
Had he meant what he said? That I was to be the queen?
Surely that was just the heat of the moment. Surely the council wouldn’t allow that.
Elias stood up with a sigh. Again, there was another insistent knock on the door. “Your Highness!” a voice called from the hall. “It’s urgent!”
He grimaced and pulled a heavy, fur-lined robe from his armoire, then tugged it on as he strode out of the bedroom. I clambered out after him and tugged the silk of my dress back down, smoothing it over my thighs. My underwear was nowhere to be found, though, lost in the covers of the bed.
“Your Highness,” a man’s voice said.
I lingered in the doorway of the bedroom. At the threshold, Roth stood at attention in his guard’s uniform with a concerned wrinkle in his brow. He glanced up at me, and his eyes narrowed briefly, almost imperceptibly, before his gaze cut back to the king. “Terribly sorry to interrupt, but it’s urgent…”
I ducked back into the room, unnerved by the expression on Roth’s face. I stepped into the bathroom and rinsed my face in the basin of clean water. I dried off, then peered at myself in the mirror.
What had just happened? I’d gotten so swept up in the attraction. I’d lost control of myself. It was almost worse than shifting in the middle of the dining hall. No, it was definitely worse. I hadn’t been thinking. We hadn’t had sex exactly, but still—still.
