My eyes narrow on Jace.
But a deal is a deal.
Gnox, the bastard, has left.
And if I ever see him again, I’m feeding him to the fucking birds.
Five
Some people need to be stabbed.
Others need to be castrated.
- King Richard
My queen surges forwards, but I grab her hips to keep her seated. The irony of that isn’t fucking lost on me. She sat down on my lap to stop me from stabbing someone I wasn’t even planning to, but if she gets up right now, I’m damn well going to stab Jace. In his ballsack.
Then I’ll cut off his cock and pin it to his face.
I scowl at him for having played dirty.
He grins with pure delight as he sucks on that godsdamn berry. I’m going to ban the damn things just to piss him off. And cake. From now on, no more cake.
“What are your limits?” Arienna breathes, and I can hear all her fantasies in that single sentence. Having us in two holes at once. Or fuck, even in one hole at once, our cocks sliding against each other.
My jaw locks as she turns on my lap to face me. I try to breathe out slowly. A deal is a deal, and although I didn’t make afairy promise, which would be magically binding, I will not go on back on my word.
The heat in her eyes turns mischievous. Leaning in until our cheeks are touching, she whispers in my ear, “Can I get him to give me a pedicure?”
I pull back, my eyes flying to hers. She grins wide as a little giggle escapes. Ducking my head, I lower her bra, then pull her jumpsuit back up, covering her breasts. “I made a deal,” I say slowly but firmly. “I won’t go back on one with a member of the Court. I sure as hel won’t go back on one with my wife.” I lift my head, holding her pale-pink gaze with my own. “But there will be limits. No touching below the waist, for either of you. No coming from his touch. And if he comes on you, I’m skinning his fucking dick – with a hammer and spoon.” That last part, I say a lot louder.
“Starting the dirty talk already?” Jace teases as he walks over to the bottom of the dais.
Ignoring him, I grab my queen’s hips and rock her pussy against my erection. Her eyes flutter closed on a little gasp. I lean forwards to kiss her. Then I nudge her off me so I can stand. I start to walk towards the stairs with her, but she grabs my hand and tugs me to a stop. Lowering her voice to a mere whisper, she asks, “Have you ever shared a woman with him before?”
“No.”
“A man?” Arienna teases, her eyes shining.
I shake my head, and her humour dies a little.
“Have you shared with anyone?”
“No.”
“Did you at least like watching Jace and Deirdre?” she presses.
I glance over at my head of security, remembering all the times I stood watch for them. His taste runs darker than Inormally get to indulge in, so watching them rarely fails to get me hard. Looking back at my queen, I give the slightest of nods.
Her grin blossoms wide. She looks at me hungrily. Then she leans up on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Tell me, ‘Peace treaty,’ at any time.” Placing her hands on her hips, Arienna growls, “And none of that fairy shit where you keep silent because youmade a deal.”
The tension inside me disappears in an instant. I press a kiss to her forehead. “I promise,” I murmur. “And thank you for checking in.”
She tilts her head back, beaming up at me. She looks so proud for having eased a bit of the weight on my shoulders. My breath catches. Those three words she said to me last night bounce around my throat.
Swallowing them down, I turn away and lead her down the stairs.
“Your Majesty,” Jace says, having finished his berry. He licks his two fingers from the base to the tips, his eyes never leaving my wife. Then he turns to me. Moaning, he sucks them all the way into his mouth.
