Blinking, she tears her eyes from her husband and looks at me.“Every time I tell him I’m close, he finishes without fail.And every time I tell him to keep doing what he’s doing, he attacks me like a kid trying to hit one of those whack-an-Alzans.”
“Does he manage to hit it at least?”
“Not even close.”
Jace snickers.
“And you wonder why I tried to get another woman.You are impossible to please,” Kyle mumbles.
“Have you tried learning what your wife likes?”Richard asks, making my cheeks heat in memory of our time in the shower.Of him watching me.Of him stroking himself while I showed him –
Pressing my thighs together, I try to stay focused.Not tomention, these thrones would be the worstthings to fuck on.I’d probably lose the ability to stand and not because he so thoroughly destroyed me again.But because I broke my back on thebloodything.Wriggling in my seat, I try once more to get comfortable.
Richard’s hand pushes mine higher, dragging my fingers across my thigh.I freeze, my breath catching in my throat.Jace’s eyes flickerto mine; the humour on his face bleeds into something darker.Hotter.
My lips parting, I try to breathenormally.
He smirks from his position at the door.
“Of courseI have,” the man says.His eyes heating, he glances at his wife.Thetent in his trousers is unmistakable.“But she’s so fucking hot when she gives me commands, I can’t last long.”
She rolls her eyes.“You wouldn’t have to last long if you just stoppedjabbingme like you’re trying to stuff a bird atYuletide.”
“That is not what I do.”
“That’s what it fucking feelslike.”She raisesher hand and jabs sharply at the air in various spots.Wild and rapid and so not pleasant.
My eyes crinkling, I laugh.“If he learned to be better at sex, would you still want to divorce him?”
“I don’t want to divorce him because he’s bad at sex.I’m pissed he tried to, as you said, ‘outsource his duties’.”
“In that case,” my king says, “your request is denied.I do not need to tell you the benefits of your arranged marriage as I’m sure that was explained to you before your ceremony.Marriages take work.”He pins the man with a dry look.“Which includes not being lazy and learning how to please your wife.”He glances at me, his violet eyes heating, his voice lowering.“I’d suggest watching her please herself.”
He drags my hand farther up my thigh.I nearly bolt off my throne.Jace’s eyes haven’t once left me.I can feel the heat of them on my skin, making me feel as if I’ll combust at any moment.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Kyle says, bowing low.He sneaks a peak at his wife.“We shall try that.”
Turning from him, Kait crosses her arms.But there’s a lightness to her that wasn’t there before.My smile returns as I realise they’re going to be okay.
My king and I are going to be okay too.
I will learn this role for him.I will be the queen he and Raza needs.Turning to my lifemate, I smile even wider.He squeezes my hand, leans in close, and with aquick, cocky,possessivelook at Jace, hebrings my hand all the way up to my pussy.
My breath catching, Inearly come undone at the tension that fills the room.But when the next person steps inside, all of that suddenly disappears.
Fifty-Two
Every citizen has the right to challenge another to a fight in a fairy ring.
Give him Hel, Fabia.-KingRichard
“‘Sup,”thecommonersays,and I hate him instantly.I hate him even more when my wife grinswidely andlurches off her throne, looking as if she wants to hug him.
Whatis itwith her shitty taste in men?
Before me, obviously.
Tightening my hold on her hand, Itug her to a stop.My blood chillsas my eyes narrow on the man.He’s abrownie,which makes him one of the criminals Iwasasked to bring back.
