Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
ELIAS WINTERTON
I sent a displeased Sophia Bruta away from my quarters for the last time.
Ever since Fera stumbled upon me during a threesome, I’d become dissatisfied in the bedroom. The women I invited to my bed had always been aware of my boundaries. Simple fucking, with no attachment and no promises, all ending prior to the queen’s arrival.
But Sophia wanted more now that the queen was dead, and I’d had enough of her irritating presence.
It was Fera I couldn’t get out of my head. And that dress .
After she walked off the Reverie dance floor with her head held high, strong hips swaying, I’d retreated to the far wall beyond the sea of bodies and poured myself a few glasses of wine.
I didn’t understand why this spirited young woman from Brinnea crept into my mind again.
I was obsessed with the memory of her beneath me on the sparring mat and pressed against me while dancing.
Infatuated by the absurdly sensual curve of her breasts.
The way those lips, full and pink, formed that little smirk that made me feel fire .
She was enthralling. Strong but soft. Almost too much to handle, even for me. She made me hard as a rock and desperate for relief.
But my intuition told me she was hiding something.
She told me that she wouldn’t act against me or my people.
She had this genuine, self-sacrificing sense of honor about her.
She’d reported Isaiah Cross’s dead body directly to me and kept it secret.
When I realized she’d been out in the forest alone that night, I felt unexpected fear.
For her. When I told her about my sister’s death, she was compassionate.
She played tough, but she felt warm, raw, and real.
She could be threatening when she wanted to be, but something about her was inherently good . I shouldn’t trust her, but I did.
And fuck , she was beautiful.
I now stood in my private shower connected to the fortress’s aqueduct system.
The water ran down my back, through my hair, and across my face, where it collected on the tip of my nose.
I stared down and sighed, irritated that I was rock hard and throbbing.
I didn’t feel like summoning someone else to take care of it.
And the thought of summoning her ? I groaned at the image of her soaked to the bone on her knees, sucking me off.
What would she even say if I made the proposition?
Would she laugh? Imagining her beautiful lips curving into that little smirk before wrapping around my cock made my knees weak. I wanted to know what she felt like.
I needed her in my lap, riding me. Tits bouncing, thighs soaked, lips parted and panting.
Moaning, begging, screaming. I knew she could take me.
I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t have her.
Just once was all it would take. One night with that explosive, smart-assed Brinnean and I’d be satiated.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I wrapped my hand around my length.
I hadn’t done this in a while. Someone had always been there to assist. It was normal and familiar to crave the comforting warmth of a woman’s body and need the bliss of a wet, tight pussy, but this pull to her was something else entirely.
Pathetic. I needed more Fera , so I chased her and the high she gave me.
Big blue eyes, sleek black hair. The sweetest ass I’d ever seen.
What would she feel like under my hands? Tight and soft? Hot and pliable? Would she scream as I pounded into her? Would she finally comply ?
Then again, that wasn’t how I wanted her, not at first. I wanted her on her knees, looking up at me, whimpering and begging.
“ Fuck ,” I groaned, the fantasy taking me higher. “ Yes. ”
Her voice echoed in my mind like a warm mist that you only had a second to breathe in before it disappeared altogether.
If you were lucky enough not to miss the chance, one inhale would crack your lungs wide open.
She was so smooth and somehow, despite the bite of her words, sweeter than pure honey.
You wish I was jealous, and you hate it, don’t you?
I pumped my fist up and down my rigid length, thinking of how her body curved beneath that tight, sheer gown. How often had I prayed those straps of fabric over her chest would slip? Her tits were full for her smaller frame. And I bet her nipples were the most flawless shade of pink, too.
I could only hear the rush of water, the slide of my wet palm on skin, my ragged breathing and intensifying moans. How would it feel to bend her over and slide it across the seam of her delectable ass? I would mold her to my hands, grip her hair, fuck her, and demand she submit and say my name.
She would never think of another man ever again.
I told myself once would be enough, but the image of her on her knees, hair a mess from my grip, ready to suck me off the morning after a long night of ravenous fucking nearly bowled me over.
No. Once wouldn’t be enough.
You’d be surprised how well I play with fire, Commander.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned again, pumping faster, hating how weak she made me. Unacceptable. “Fera, Fera, Fera,” I panted, and the sound of her name alone ended me. My eyes shot open in shock as warmth barreled into my cock.
I gritted my teeth, held my breath, and clenched every muscle in my body to keep from climaxing too soon. But remembering how her body pressed into mine when I touched the silky skin of her lower back made me lose control.
“What the fuck ,” I groaned, overwhelmed with incomparable bliss, body juddering as my release sprayed all over the wall of the shower.
I shuddered, forehead pressed against the wall, unable to form words until the stars in my vision cleared enough for me to slam my fist against the wall. “What the fuck!”
My mind spun with dread and irritation. Because I had just come harder than I had in months, and I wasn’t even inside of her yet.
I wanted her too much for my own good. Trusting her was acceptable. Anything more than the mindless fucking I allowed myself was not.
I wished I hated her. I was meant to be mourning. Fera wasn’t my queen.
No, that Brinnean was a gods-damned witch.