AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I arch up as his sucking kisses move across my collarbones and chest, grind my pelvis against him in desperation. My panties are soaked, my pussy aching with need that only intensifies when his mouth closes over my nipple. He grazes me with his teeth and I shout, long past moaning. I don’t care if every thrall in the mansion hears me. All I want is for Nathan to know how he affects me, how much I want him, how totally I’ll surrender my will, my dignity, everything I have if he’ll just take me right here and now.
Sparks of sensation race through my blood at every sweep of his tongue over my tightly drawn up flesh, and when he turns his attention to my other breast, I swear my cunt flutters the way it does when I come from touching myself. It’s not enough to satisfy my craving for him.
“I smelled you,” he groans against me. “The night of the full moon. I hunted for you. I knew you wouldn’t be there, but I searched for you. Your scent was inescapable. Maddening. What were you doing?”
“Making myself come.” The words are out before I can even consider how filthy they are. Might as well double-down. “Thinking of you.”
He bites the underside of my breast, hard enough to hurt, not hard enough for me to object to it. “Tell me.”
“I was in my car. I couldn’t even make it home. I pulled over on the road and I didn’t care who saw,” I gasp as his kisses move down my belly. He grips the waistband of my jeans and opens the button and zipper, tugs the denim down my thighs and I moan, “I wanted you to find me. I wanted you to fuck me right there.”
I help him maneuver my legs so he can pull my jeans completely off. My panties, however, get the same treatment as my bra. He lifts the sopping white cotton to his nose and inhales deeply and I almost sob under the onslaught of a desire so keen, it’s painful.
“Your Majesty?”
With two words, everything comes crashing down.
“What?” Nathan snarls at the thrall who’s entered the room.
I shriek and scrabble backward, but Nathan keeps me tucked out of view; I only hear the thrall’s deep, calm voice. He’s not afraid to have interrupted the king at such a crucial moment. “A call for you.”
“Didn’t I say to hold my fucking calls?” Nathan is furious, reaching down to retrieve my sweatshirt from the floor so I can cover myself. “Get out!”
“You instructed us to hold all but one call, Your Majesty.” The thrall isn’t afraid. I would be trembling if Nathan used that tone with me. But the servant merely adds, “This is that call,” before leaving the room.
Nathan swears, and my hopes plummet. He sits back and scrubs a hand over his face. His cock is an intimidating ridge straining against the silk lounge pants and I can’t help but stare at the length of it exposed above his waistband, deep, dusky red and visibly dripping pre-cum.
He laughs and I realize I’ve licked my lips unconsciously. Taking my hand, he kisses my knuckles and says, “I hope you understand how important this interruption must be, if it takes me away from you right now. I would much rather be inside you.”
Would it be too pathetic to cry? Despite the interruption, I’m still desperate for him. But I nod and force a smile, taking another obvious glance at his erection. “I can tell.”
He kisses me, but it’s restrained. He must have iron self-control. I’m not insecure enough to imagine that he doesn’t want me. In confirmation, he whispers against my mouth, “Right now, I hate being the king.”
“I hate it, too.” But I sit back and reach for my jeans, my hands shaking. We were so damn close. It’s a shame I’m going to die of horniness before I get a chance to fuck him.
“You’ll be fine on the drive home?” He doesn’t mean because of the small amount of alcohol I’ve imbibed.
I can’t believe that after what we were just doing, I can blush at anything he has to say. But here I am, red-faced and giggly. “I can show myself out, okay?”
I stand and go to the door before I can beg him to let me stay. My hand is on the knob when he says my name.
When I turn, he has my ruined panties in his hand. “Think of me tonight. I’ll be thinking of you.”
He takes one last, appreciative sniff of my wetness and tucks the scrap of cotton into his pocket.
CHAPTER 16
It’s one dinner. Just one, I tell myself as I approach the restaurant doors.
But I don’t actually know if it’s the last time I’m going to have to sit across from Ashton and pretend that I’m going to be his willing little wifey. I have no doubt that Nathan is going to make good on his promise to nullify Ashton’s claim to me. I just don’t know when. Lupercalia is still two weeks away. Plus, I haven’t heard from the king since the night we almost…
