Ty prowled up my body, his hungry gaze predatory as he captured my mouth in a kiss meant to destroy.
But the sound of Cami’s sweet voice trickled around us as she said, “Hello,” to the Minotaur waiting for her at the end of the tunnel.
I held my breath, the final test flickering across the screen. Ty moved his mouth to my neck, allowing me to watch over his broad shoulder.
The Minotaur was in human form yet said nothing as he offered his hand.
Camillia took it without hesitation.
Then he bent to run his tongue over her knuckles while she watched, her gaze curious. She didn’t flinch, just observed.
He released a low noise, one that had her cocking her head. Then ever so slowly, he released her and straightened once more, his bored expression causing my shoulders to fall in relief. “He doesn’t like the way she tastes.”
Ty wrapped his palm around my still-hard shaft, giving it a stroke. “I bet she’ll like the wayyoutaste,” he said, his teeth skimming my ear. “Maybe you should feed her later.”
“It’s technically within the rules,” I replied, my breath catching as he gave me a firm stroke. It didn’t matter that I’d just come down his throat; I would always be ready for more with Ty.
I nearly pulled him to me for a kiss, but Camillia’s scream had my gaze flying to the screen just in time to see her disappearing through another portal.
“She passed,” Ty whispered, his focus on me, not on the screen.
“She did,” I replied.
“How does that make you feel?” he asked.
“Pleased,” I admitted. “And irritated.” Because she’d done it without my help. Which was probably for the best, but I would have liked to hear her whisper more of my shared spells.
Ty chuckled, his hands going to my hips as he started to tug my pants downward. “Irritated because she denied your gifts?” The screen disappeared while he spoke, but the curtain of magic remained.
“Yes.”
He used his body to push the table back behind him a bit, clearly wishing for more room for whatever he intended to do to me next—an action he proceeded to demonstrate in the next breath as he whirled us around to bend me over the table.
“It’s for the best, little prince,” he informed me softly as he finished removing my pants. “You won’t be able to help her in the next trial.”
My brow furrowed. “With the Sirens?”
His palms ran over my ass, then the whisper of clothing followed as he unfastened his pants. He wouldn’t remove them. Not here. Not in the club.
No, he’d fuck me like this by just releasing his cock.
And given the way he was going, he intended to take me raw.
To make mebleed, just as he’d threatened last night.
My pulse picked up with excitement. I adored a little pain with my pleasure, something my king knew very well.
Others would see this as torture, maybe even gasp at the punishment.
Not me. Notus.
This was how we fucked.
And I loved every minute of it.
However, his comment confused me. “Why can’t I help with the Sirens?”
“Because the Sirens are no longer part of the next trial.” He palmed my ass again, spreading me as the head of his thick shaft touched my back entrance.
