“Yes.”
“That’s okay. You can hold my thighs instead.”
I lower my arms, the pain in my shoulder immediately disappearing. Rexton continues running the tip of his finger over my slit as I curl my fingers around his muscular thighs.
His breath hits my neck. My unmarked neck.
“Bite me,” I order.
“There isn’t time. Later.” Rexton eases a finger inside me. “Fuck. You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
He adds another finger, then curls them. The pressure feels amazing, and Rexton has the audacity to chuckle as I rock against him.
“I liked feeling your teeth in my neck,” he whispers. “Are you going to bite me again?”
“Yes.”
I’m going to bite Rexton every time he acts up, every time he needs to be reminded that it’s me he’s bonded to. I’ll do it whenI’m pleased with him, too, when I want him to know I’m happy we share a connection.
Rexton moans, rocking his fingers into me. “Good. I want everybody to know I’m mated to the future Queen of Wrath.”
The sound of my arousal is obscene. I’m audibly wet. There’s no hiding just how much I’m enjoying Rexton’s touch, and I’d consider being embarrassed if he weren’t panting so heavily onto the back of my neck. He likes this just as much as I do.
His other hand continues playing with my nipples, alternating between them before finally shifting his attention to my clit. I grunt when he finds it, and my hips begin rocking on their own accord.
Every rumor I’ve heard is true. Rexton knows exactly how and where to touch me, and he’s confident. He has my thighs shaking within minutes.
“I want you to cum on my fingers,” Rexton says. “Can you do that, Cassia? Show me how tight this cunt clenches when you orgasm. I’ll think about it later when I’m stroking my cock.”
Fuck.I squeeze my eyes shut, trembling. The shower spray is loud as it hits the tile, and the drying water on my skin is cold. It’s a sharp contrast to Rexton’s warm touch, and it’s beyond overwhelming.
“It’s okay, Cassia. I’m right here. You can let go.”
My orgasm comes quickly, and I arch against Rexton as it hits. He works me through it, continuing to ease his fingers in and out. He pulls away the second I’m finished, moving his hands to my hips before I grow too sensitive.
I release his thighs, then slump against his shoulder.
“You’ve got this,” he whispers. “You know how to lead. It’s your birthright, and you’ve spent your life preparing for it. Don’t let the generals intimidate you."
I nod, still terrified. I do feel better, though. I’m less tense—no longer on the verge of losing my composure. I can do this.
Chapter Forty-Two
CASSIA
I CAN’T BE angry with Rexton for doing his job—especially while we’re meeting with the generals. It’s counterproductive, and he’s annoyed by my constant outbursts. I understand why, but I can’t figure out how to stop my fears.
It’s one thing to tell myself not to be angry. I try my best to prepare mentally, but I still worry about what’s going to happen in the moment. Even if Rexton doesn’tcurrentlywant Wrath, I have no way of knowing he won’t change his mind someday. Wrath is enticing. Power is enticing. He’ll grow to love it, to crave it.
Wraths always do.
Rexton digs through his closet, picking out clean clothing for me to change into. Mine are soaked in blood from the ambush, and I refuse to put them back on. I refuse to clean them, either. They belong in the garbage.
The clothing Rexton eventually hands me reeks of him, his scent penetrating every inch of the fabric. It’s not uncommon for clothing to smell like its owner, but it usually fades between washings. This clothing isn’t clean. It’s lightly worn.
“Why?” I ask.
Rexton shrugs. “Humor me.”
