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“Duane is a business associate.”
“We’re all just that to you.” Nottuza tsks, but it’s more at himself than at me, as if he said something he shouldn’t have.
“You made me promise to hold my pleasure for you, and then you displayed possessive gestures toward me in public. Those things don’t go unnoticed, especially not by the lycan gossip mill. There was a fae female there.”
“Winter,” he says. “I saw her.”
“How come you know her?” I flush with jealousy, and Nottuza notices, smirks.
“I know everything that’s happening in the court.”
“Because you’re running the fae court?”
He’s at me before I can blink. He grabs my knees and spreads my legs. He stands between them, his scent of dominance unmistakable.
I grab the lapels of his uniform and tug, popping the buttons.
He traps my wrists behind my back. “Take care with your assumptions,” he says. “The Unseelie king kills for power.”
“Except when he knows things we don’t. Like the future?”
I hit a nerve. I can tell. I grew up with powerful males, and when there’s talk of kings and kingdoms and crowns and thrones and empty courts begging for leaders to take them, it turns them on. Nottuza’s scent is practically clogging my nose, he’s so turned on.
“Let me give you release,” I whisper and tug my hands, but he won’t release them.
“I’m not the one who needs it.”
“Sure you are. Everyone needs to get off.”
“None more than a siren.”
I giggle. “With the siren again.” But I stop giggling when he moves my hands around his neck and forces my fingers to intertwine behind his head.
“Keep your hands there, Princess.”
He’s going to play with me! I spread my legs so wide, two of him could fit between my legs. I move to the edge of the table, our bodies touching now. He kisses my cheek, down my jaw as his cold hands find their way under my robe to hold my breast.
A thumb moves back and forth over my nipple.
“Have you been a good little princess for me?”
“I have, General.”
“How good?” A finger enters my pussy, and I shudder, thrusting my hands into his hair. He tsks, and I intertwine my fingers. He’s so frustrating, yet I find that so hot that when his thumb brushes over my clit, I think I might combust.
“I think I’m going to come,” I say. Nobody arouses me like this male does.Why him?This is why. He turns me into a mindless puddle of lust and promises me nights of pleasure and even some pain. Why not him?
“You won’t,” he says. My magic accepts his command as if it’s her law.
“What are you doing to me?” He’s stroking my clit in the most arousing ways.
“Controlling your magic.”
“How?”
“Easily.”
I don’t know how he’s doing it, and in the moment, I don’t care. I just want to come. Wait, no, I don’t. I don’t, but I should want it, because he’s moving his finger inside me fast and flicking my clitoris. A growl rises at the back of my throat, but there’s something else, a kind of a purring noise I’ve never heard myself make that startles me.
