29. Killian
Icame here to steal Briar and find out what’s happening to us, but the instant I’m near her, I lose my mind.
If I’m under a spell, it’s one I don’t want to break. Her lush mouth is hot and wet on my cock, exploratory and eager in a way that causes my balls to pull tight.
“You were a naughty little princess today.” I thread my fingers through her silky hair. “Letting me take what wasn’t meant to be mine.”
She can’t do more than whimper and flash her pretty blue eyes at me. I like the spark of anger that flashes there.
Outside, rain beats against the windows. I don’t know when it started, probably while I was down in the secret dungeon with the queen, but I do know that Briar sliding off my cock is profoundly disappointing.
“It was mine to give,” she says, stroking my shaft. “No part of me has ever belonged to anyone else. I chose you, Killian. I would choose you again, every time.”
No one chooses me.
I want to believe her, but I don’t.
I lose myself in the hot stroke of her tongue and the candlelight playing over her exquisite body. Slim shoulders and long throat, her tits soft and high with rosy tips beaded tightly in the cool night air.
We should leave. Now. I dismissed the guards standing watch and waited until they were long gone before letting myself into her room, but anyone passing by would instantly wonder why Briar’s chamber was unguarded.
No one should be passing by at this hour, but the castle is on high alert.
She returns to sucking my cock, and every other consideration than fucking her sweet mouth flies out of my head.
We’re taking a stupid risk. Not our first. I can’t seem to stop. Instead, I study the droplets gathering at the corners of her eyes. The sucking sound of her gorgeous mouth on my cock fills my ears and sends heat pulsing drunkenly through my veins. The scar pulses with it.
Gods, she looks so pretty with her red lips wrapped around my shaft. I could come like this, but I won’t. I tug her hair tight and hold her there, thrusting into her mouth. Her nails dig into my hips, squeezing rhythmically.
“You fucking loves this, don’t you, my dirty little princess?”
Briar’s blue eyes flutter closed with a throaty moan, accompanied by the sharp sting of her nails sinking into my flanks.
I have to force myself to stop before I lose control. Twin trails stream from her eyes. She brushes them away. I shove my pants off and roll her onto the bed.
Finally, we’re doing this the right way.
In that moment I glimpse a world where I wake up beside her each morning with Briar’s sweet body tucked against mine. It’s nothing more than a flicker of possibility, but I ache for it. I would crawl naked through those thorns to claim that future for us, and that’s why we’ll leave tonight.
So she can be mine forever.
“Like this.” I shift her to where I want her and shoulder between her thighs. Needing to taste her again, I bend my head to suck one pert nipple. Lower. Her scent nearly sends me over the edge but I resist. I’m not ready for this to be over yet.
I find her slick center and lap up her nectar. Her stomach rolls in fascinating reaction to each stroke of my tongue as I lick my fill, worrying the little nub at the apex of her sex with my teeth. I could drown in her tiny gasps and needy growls.
A fae beast roars in the distance.
I barely hear it, cocooned between Briar’s thighs.
I leave her on the precipice. I’m not going to last. I don’t want her to, either.
“Why are you stopping?—”
I cut off her complaint by slicking the head of my cock along her center and shove forward, sinking deep. Her exhalation skims past my cheek. Pulling her leg higher on my waist, I ease out and thrust again, feeling my eyes roll back with the sheer pleasure of it. Her tight, silky welcome, her nails lightly scoring my shoulders. I could die of this.
“Killian,” she pants. “Close.”
Hold on, I warn inside my mind, the only place where I can speak. More to myself than to her. Release is coiling at the base of my spine. I can hold out. I will.
She arches into me, her heels digging into my ass, and calls out my name through clenched teeth.
My name. The fae beast roars again as the orgasm kicks me in the spine, but this time it’s coming from within me. I bury myself to the hilt in her warm welcome and flood her with everything I have.
I feel drugged as I settle in, unwilling to withdraw just yet. Briar scrapes her nails along the base of my skull. Bliss.
Roaring in the distance. I ignore it. Briar’s lazy movements pause.
And that is how we’re discovered. Me balls-deep in my best friend’s bride.
Briar
When I was young, I had a recurring nightmare, but I was too innocent to understand what it meant. I only knew that someone important was being taken from me.
Suddenly, I’m living it.
Prince Alistair bursts into my room with two royal guards who drag Killian off me, and wrestle him to the ground. I don’t bother to snatch the sheet and cover my nakedness.
I drop to my knees, pleading for them to stop. Alistair cuts me a cold glare.
Killian’s dragged away, wild-eyed, strands of hair flying, fighting them every inch.
“No,” I shout as they haul him out, but no one listens. Belatedly, I snatch up my wrapper and knot it around my waist. Alistair grabs me and shoves me against the wall.
“You little whore.”
He makes a motion as if to backhand me.
I hold his gaze defiantly while Killian’s seed drips down my thigh. I’d do it all again.
“I don’t want to marry you,” I manage to get out despite the way he’s clutching my jaw. Killian was right. I do have a choice. But it’s going to be hell to claim it.
“You will, Rose. Whether you want to or not is irrelevant.” He shoves me aside. I fall to my knees, coughing. “I haven’t decided how yet, but you will pay for this for the rest of your miserable life.”
Alistair slams out—and locks me in.
A princess in a tower, once more.