The King’s Maiden (Camelot Court #1)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

QUINN

I was going to die. Death by orgasm denial. Put it on my tombstone and bury me—dead.

It was a slow, evil kind of torture, and I needed to be put out of my misery.

But Landon seemed to be enjoying himself far too much, holding my pleasure in his hands. Promising punishment if I came without permission.

The fucking sadist.

I was starting to think whatever punishment he could dream up couldn’t possibly be worse than orgasm denial. My body needed release. I needed to come. And I could take a few spankings if that was the consequence.

I almost let go.

The look in his eyes stopped me. He stared at me like he knew I could do this, even if I didn’t think I could take anymore. So, I gritted my teeth and held onto him. Clutching him like a fucking lifeline, I fought to calm my body down.

My nipples had hardened to the point of pain. Every time they rubbed against Landon’s chest, a zing of pleasure shot right to my clit. I put some distance between us once I steadied enough to stand up straight.

It was quickly stolen away when a second presence appeared at my back.

Kingston raised his voice over the music, nodding at Landon before smiling down at me. “I’ve been looking for you two.” His hand wrapped around my free hip. “Mind if I join you?”

Too tense to speak, I nodded. My eyes flashed to Landon’s, and I didn’t miss the dark look he aimed at Kingston before shaking his head. Whatever I’d seen faded away as his eyes fell on me. The possessiveness there, though, rang out clear as day, and his gaze flicked down to his pocket as if to remind me.

King or not, I was still his Maiden.

It surprised me, given the way he’d deferred to Kingston under the stairs on my first day.

Maybe things were changing for him…

The way they were changing for me.

Before I could get ahead of myself, Kingston pressed against my back, his long, lean body fitting against mine and sending a trill of electricity up my spine. I glanced at him over my shoulder, smiling at the carefree look on his face.

“Be careful, Kingston,” I teased as I swiveled my hips against him. “People might think you’re playing favorites.”

He stared down at me intently, no trace of humor in his voice when he said, “Let them.”

When my lips parted in surprise, his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He gripped my hips and moved my body in time with the music, dancing with me as if we were the only two people in the room. But I noticed that not once did he try to pull me away from Landon.

Whether that was for appearances, because he wasn’t worried about his best friend, or because he might be more open to sharing than I would’ve expected, I didn’t know. And in that moment, pressed between both of them, I couldn’t bring myself to care. As long as the moment didn’t end.

With Landon’s thigh wedged between mine and Kingston grinding his hips against my ass, it didn’t take long for the need inside me to build back up. Sweat beaded at my temples, rolling down the sides of my face and neck to disappear between the valley of my breasts. Landon’s eyes tracked the movement, filling with a hunger that matched mine.

I wanted him. That much had become painfully clear. And it was written on both their faces that they wanted me, too.

The trouble was…I wanted them both.

As the song built to a climax, Landon reached into his pocket. Using one hand to guide my upper body back toward Kingston, he signaled his friend with a look. Kingston wound my arms up around his neck at the same time Landon took hold of my hips, keeping me astride his thigh. While Kingston ran his fingers down from my wrists to the curve of my breasts, Landon took hold of my chin.

“Remember the rules, Maiden.”

I nodded, the pace of our movements increasing as Landon clicked the remote in his hand. My back arched, but he held me steady. Panting, writhing, and driving toward my own crescendo, I met Kingston’s eyes.

They were wide and as piercingly blue as ever underneath the lights, jumping between me and Landon until he caught sight of the small remote in Landon’s hand.

His eyes grew impossibly dark, like a lightning storm sweeping in over a clear blue sky. His thumb swept under the curve of my breasts as Landon’s fingers dug into my hips.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to fight off the orgasm building furiously inside me.

“Eyes on me, love.”

At Kingston’s command, I forced my eyes open, locking them on his.

“Good girl,” they said in unison, sharing a look right after that nearly broke me.

My body trembled between them, everything tightening and reaching a breaking point I wouldn’t be able to withstand.

“Please, Sir. May I come?”

I didn’t know who I was asking. Maybe both of them. But it surprised me when Kingston deferred to Landon.

Landon pressed in close, bringing his lips right to my ear.

“Come, Maiden,” he ordered. “Now.”

I shattered. A scream built in my throat as my body tore apart in the most devastating climax I’d ever experienced.

And Landon knew it.

He covered my mouth, burying my head in the crook of his neck and muffling my scream.

Kingston kept up our pace, hiding the way I convulsed and came apart between them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When the waves of climax finally relented, I collapsed back against his chest—completely and totally spent.

They rocked me slowly down to earth as the song changed. And together like that, it felt like I might be able to have them both. It felt like I’d been made to come apart between them.

But all too quickly, Kingston had to leave.

“You’re breathtaking, love.” He kissed my hand before sliding it into Landon’s. “Take good care of her for me tonight, mate.”

Then, I remembered my life didn’t work like that.

Even if I was living in a fantasy world for the time being. I wouldn’t be able to keep them both.

Eventually, I would have to choose.

And I didn’t know what the fallout would be when I finally did.