The ceremony continued.More people stepped forward, their voices rising in prayer and gratitude, but Dalkhan’s focus never left me.
When the last offering was made, it was finally time to eat.
Theo sat beside Mira, telling her stories between bites of food.Tavrik was next to Jasila, tension crackling between them like lightning.
The night carried on, the air light with laughter and conversation.I let my guard down, focusing on my plate.It was laden with mouthwatering stew, the rich flavours warming me.
Then a whisper of a touch glided over my skin.
I almost choked on a piece of beef.
I snapped my head up.
Dalkhan was still reclined in his throne, but his chest was heaving a fraction too heavily—his fingers drumming restlessly against his knee in a rhythm that matched my own racing heart.
His power coiled around me again, those invisible hands pressing, stroking, teasing with increasing boldness.
His voice in my mind was a dark, velvet caress.
“I want to taste you again.”
A soft, helpless sound escaped me before I could stop it.
Theo and Tavrik’s gazes snapped to me.
I cleared my throat, forcing out an awkward laugh.“The food issogood.”
They exchanged a confused, suspicious glance before returning to their conversations.
But Dalkhan wasn’t finished with me.Not even close.
His unseen touch dragged up my inner thigh.I clenched my legs together to gain some form of friction, my hands tightening into fists beneath the table.It felt so good.A little too good.
His power pressed insistently against me, coaxing my legs apart.When I resisted, the force increased, until my thighs fell open beneath my dress.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood as his voice slithered back into my mind.
“I want to seat you on my throne…”
The sensation between my legs intensified, mimicking the feel of fingers.
“…and kneel before you.To worship between your thighs until you’re sobbing my name.Until your sweet cunt is gushing against my tongue.Until you’re leaking down my chin and begging for mercy I’ll never give.”
I gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood creaked.
A strangled whimper caught in my throat as the invisible pressure slid into me, curling against that spot that made my vision blur at the edges.
Across the hall, Dalkhan shifted, his posture still deceptively casual, but his skin was flushed with desire.One hand gripped the armrest with white-knuckled intensity.
His other hand… his other hand slid down his thigh to rest over the visible bulge straining against his pants.
He wanted me to watch.To see whatIwas doing tohim.
My body ached, the tension between us winding tighter and tighter.I couldn’t sit still any longer.I would shatter in front of everyone.
As if sensing my limit, Dalkhan stood.The hall fell into immediate silence as all rose to bow.
When he passed my chair, he paused, turning his head to fix me with a stare so hungry, it felt like physical consumption.A silent command.An invitation.
