Page 22 of Wolf Duke

Alaric chuckled, but there was a certain tension in the sound that made her lift her head. Oh. Her mate’s golden eyes glowed, his mouth and chin were slick with her honey…but there were lines of strain on his rugged face, and a brief glance downward explained why. Once again, his cock bobbed against his belly, huge and dark pink, the swollen head dripping with seed.

Evaine tilted her head as she studied the thick shaft, smiling to herself as it seemed to grow even larger. Watching him handle it as he thought of her, of feeling him spend on her lower back had been fascinating enough. But now her mouth watered to taste that seed. To know what his smooth, heavy length felt like in her hand. Between her lips. “You pleasured me. I think it is only fair that I do the same.”

An expression of pure yearning flashed across his face. “You don’t have to.”

A tart reply sprang to her lips, then Evaine hesitated. The imposter queen. If Theda had rejected or avoided Alaric’s touch…it was highly unlikely she’d ever sank to her knees in front of him and kissed his cock. Made him roar.

But Evaine de Wynter, his true fated mate, would pleasure him senseless.

Excitement sizzled through her. Sitting up, Evaine carefully slid off the desk. Her legs were a little unsteady, but she remained standing. “Lean against the desk please, Alaric. I’ll just fetch a cushion. Stone floors aren’t good for knees.”

Alaric inhaled unsteadily, and she could practically feel his hungry stare burning her back as she crossed the library to fetch a velvet cushion from the chaise by the window. Unable to stop herself, Evaine wiggled her arse again, somehow swallowing a giggle at his helpless growl. He might be a lofty king with the most magical tongue in Wolfdom, but she still held a great deal of power. After so many years of having none whatsoever, it felt wonderful.

With her hips swaying and breasts bobbing, Evaine returned to the desk, dropped the cushion onto the floor, then gracefully knelt upon it.

Alaric cleared his throat. “As I said…you don’t have to do this.”

Leaning forward, Evaine inhaled the delicious scent of him, all hot and raw and carnal. “Oh, but I want to kiss your cock, my king. Kiss and suck it until you spend in my mouth.”

He groaned, taking her hand and wrapping it around his engorged length, before placing both his palms on the edge of the desk. “Touch me, Evie. However you want.”

Well. Cocks were indeed fascinating.

Examining it closely, Evaine glided her palm along his length, marveling at the contrast of soft, smooth skin over stone-hard core. And his cock was hot. Scorching hot! Even more curious now, she tightened her grip.

Alaric cursed, his knuckles near-white, but his hands remained on the desk.

Mischievously, she met his gaze, then stuck out her tongue and licked the wet head. Hmmm. The pearly fluid tasted salty and a little earthy. Fascinating! “Like that?”

Her powerful alpha mate actually trembled. “Just like that.”

Heady excitement surged through Evaine, and she traced the delicate lines on his shaft with just the tip of her tongue until the sound of creaking wood startled her out of her cock-trance. Oh dear. If she kept teasing him, Alaric might actually crush his oak desk to powder.

Taking pity on her mate—and the desk—Evaine peered up at Alaric. “Guide my head.”

Then she closed her lips around his cock and drew upon it.

“Goddess, yes,” breathed Alaric as he cupped the back of her head, gently directing her. “Can you take me a little deeper? Ah, that’s it, my clever sweetheart. You feel so good. So. Damned. Good.”

Warmed by the praise, wanting to please her mate, Evaine dared to suck him further into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to increase the suction, her tongue flicking against the underside. His hips jerked, his hand gripped her hair tightly, and a feral snarl tore from his throat. Her Alaric was unraveling.

Greedily, she sucked harder, then lifted her hand to caress his heavy balls. While she was nearly choking on the huge length, her eyes actually watering, it was so very intoxicating to hear his unabashed pleasure, to watch him surrender to her ministrations. Then his head fell back and his roar of release nearly lifted the castle roof as seed gushed into her mouth.

After swallowing it all, Evaine neatly licked him clean, then sat back on her heels. “My king.”

Alaric cupped her cheek, then tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “One week, not a heartbeat longer. Then everyone will know my queen. My mate. Forever.”

Chapter

Five

With all the preparation required for a royal mating ceremony and queen-crowning, Alaric had been certain that a week would pass faster than a tail twitch.

Ha. How utterly wrong.

Scowling darkly, Alaric stared into the flickering flames warming his library. It seemed like a thousand years since he and Evaine had pleasured each other in this very room, but it had only been three days. Three endless days of making lists, sending invitations, approving menus and cloth and other expenditure, and being measured for the traditional and exceedingly elaborate crowning ceremony garments. Oliver had also hired more wolves to sew and cook and hunt so Blackstone Castle would be ready for an onslaught of honored guests, including his brother kings Ranulf and Darius.

Apart from the birth of an heir, nothing was more important in wolf society than a royal mating ceremony. It announced the beginning of a new cycle, at times, the rise of a new pack, and set the stage for future stability and peace in the land—or disorder and strife. It was an occasion where significant diplomacy took place; bargains were struck, disputes resolved, the state of the realm discussed in libraries, solars, and great halls alike. Of course, some wished to attend only because such a large gathering offered a stronger chance of meeting a fated mate. Others merely wanted to enjoy the entertainment and indulge in endless food and drink.