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Rush shrugged. “You wounded his poor little pride. He isn’t going to let you go so easily.”
Says the king who won’t let me outside his royal gardens… “Hmm, sometimes I want to show you a mirror when you’re discussing someone. What about my family? Are they safe?”
“They are. Astor is making certain of it.”
But if they found Aura, that could change… “How do you know what Pax is like anyway?”
Rush inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. “Our fathers held meetings since our courts are so close to one another. I thought Pax was a friend once, yet he proved I was a fool.”
Aura wanted to dig more, but she had to switch to something else before he closed himself off. “Why did you come into my dream the other day? You can do that anytime you want?”
“If Astor makes a potion I can.” A grin spread his lips. “Why? Do you want me to come again?”
“If you play nice, then we’ll see.”
“Oh, I can play however you want me to play, kitten,” he purred.
Aura’s heart thudded in her chest as her gaze fell to his full lips, the way his index finger slowly skimmed the lower one. She needed to continue fishing about the dream while she had him in this moment. “There’s something I noticed in my dream that I wanted to ask you about,” she prodded. “A painting was there. Of your family. You don’t have a single one hanging in the palace that I’ve seen though.”
Rush pursed his lips into a tight line, his hands balling into fists. “I still have them. They just aren’t hung up.”
“Your sister looked like you. She was very pretty.”
“Stop talking,” Rush whispered, his nostrils flaring.
“If something happened to one of my sisters—”
“Sisters.” Rush slammed his fist against the piano keys, the dramatic sound echoing, adding to the current mood between them. “You have four. I hadone. She’s dead. Sorcha was the most caring person in all of Grimm. But that was all taken away because of...” He stood from the bench. “This was a mistake. All of this is a mistake.”
Aura had to keep going, not wilt into herself from his anger. She pushed up from the seat and took a deep breath as she looked up at him. “It’s all right, Rush. I may have four, but even if I lost one of them, a piece of me would be forever gone. My sisters may still be breathing, yet I understand the pain, the grief. You haven’t only lost Princess Constance but both your parents. And I understand why you lose yourself in so many women to forget.”
“Is that what I do, kitten?” he snapped. “Fuck any woman who wants to ride my cock so I can forget? Even before that I’ve always enjoyed a good fuck. I’m the King of Sin, am I not?”
Aura swallowed, believing he was hiding his emotions behind his words. “Have you touched anyone since the night of the party?” she finally asked. “Have you had your daily orgies? Has anyone stroked or tasted your cock?”
“No,” he rasped, his chest heaving. His pupils dilated as he continued to watch her.
She tilted her head to the side. “And why is that, Your Majesty?”
Rush moved swiftly, backing her into the piano before setting her atop it. He spread her legs, his strong body nestling between them until they were in the same position they’d been in last, his mouth oh-so close to touching hers. “Perhaps there is only one person I have my sights set on tasting, touching,fucking.”
“I suppose there is only one foolish man I want to kiss,” she said, her voice breathy.
And before she could utter another word, his mouth was on hers, the kisses hard, wild, and frantic. His tongue slipped inside her mouth as his hands cupped her buttocks and brought her nearer.
Aura prayed the pleasure would bring him closer, so she could find a way to help both the princess and herself. But she couldn’t deny she relished the smoky taste of his kisses, the feel of him. She’d told herself she hadn’t wanted him, but that was all a lie. However, this would only be temporary—it had to be. As the kisses grew even more heated, her fingers digging into his lower back, she wrapped her legs around his waist, letting his hard length press into her softness. A euphoric thrill coursed through her at the contact, and she wanted the layers gone, wanted to know how that large cock of his would feel sliding inside her.
Rush’s mouth left hers to trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, to speak in her ear, his voice lowered, “Did the prince ever lick your sweet cunt until you quaked beneath him?”
“I never came from his tongue,” she breathed.
He smirked as he drew back. “You will from mine.”
And she wanted to, desperately. She nodded and Rush hiked up her dress, then drew her undergarments down her legs. “Lay down,” he demanded.
Heart pounding in anticipation, she did as told and he brought her legs over his shoulders. With one swift sweep of the tongue, he slowly licked up her center and she gasped in pleasure. Not once had Pax done something like this to her first. It had always been his needs met, then barely any time for her. Not once had there been attention given to her in this manner.
Rush’s tongue continued to work her, stroked and glided before plunging into her depths to drink her nectar. And then his fingers replaced his tongue so he could use it to circle her pearl. She craved this moment, craved for him to never cease.
