Page 52 of Brutal Birthright

His darkened eyes roamed over every inch of her body. Drinking her in like an oasis in the desert. Then they stopped on the bunched material hitched around her thighs. From where he sat he’d have a perfect view of her soaked pussy the second she either shifted her dress or spread her legs.

“Show me.” His command had a straight line to her clit.

The whimpering noise she made came from somewhere near her ribcage.

Ri shifted her weight to free the material from under her ass, feeling the cool smooth surface of the table press against her skin. Reaching beneath the rucked-up hemline of her dress, she dragged the incredibly small strip of lace and silk down over the crease of her hips. Suddenly painfully aware of just how little the garment had covered and incredibly turned on knowing that Rowan was about to see what she had on beneath her dress today after all.

She’d worn it thinking of him while slipping on the fine material and relished the way it hugged her body.

Now, here she was. About to show him exactly what sucking his cock did to her.

As the pale fabric edged down her thighs and came into view, her fingers felt clumsy. Beneath the intensity of his stare, she fumbled to drag the underwear over her soft flesh.

“Stop.” Oh, fuck. He’d changed his mind? Didn’t like what he saw? Was about to humiliate her again and throw her out?

Every muscle froze. Her drenched underwear was stuck nearly at her knees. Heat erupted across her chest and raced up to her cheeks.

Rowan shifted forward in his seat. Eyes on the patch of wet silk initially before snapping up to meet her embarrassed stare. With one calloused hand, he reached out and hooked a forefinger around the material, then dragged it towards him. The sight of his tattooed hand hovering there between her legs sent sparks flying through her bloodstream and an ache blooming inside her pussy.

With nostrils flared and a lethal darkness in his eyes, he lowered his mouth and took a deep inhale. Right over the drenched material. That action alone would have left her melted into a puddle on the tabletop, even if he stopped there. But instead, he hooked the soft material even closer and brought it to his mouth. Running his flattened tongue over the surface before biting down with his teeth.

The noise he made was otherworldly.

Her heart threatened to leap out of her mouth.

Rowan dragged the underwear the rest of the way down her legs. His broad shoulders level with her knees, and his head so close to where she wanted him she might combust.

This fucker was a king, and she had somehow stumbled into his court unprepared for the games he liked to play.

Her eyes traced the outline of his mouth and she couldn’t help but drag her own bottom lip through her teeth. That brought her a growl and Rowan’s eyes drifted to the spot where she bit down on the soft swell and lingered there, feasting on the sight of her mouth.

“I’ve been starving for a taste.” He murmured.

A shudder—a thrill—ran through her body.

Wait, what? “Don’t you never—I thought you didn’t ever—” Her scrambled brain refused to form the word. Kiss.

Magic thrummed in the air around him and rippled across her skin, soft like a feather. His eyes narrowed. “Don’t believe everything you hear. Besides, there are plenty of other ways I can taste you, little faerie.”

Well, fuck.

Chapter 17

“Just this once.” Ri swallowed heavily. Aware with every shuddering breath that this was going against everything. Defying her own sister’s rules and wishes, regardless of her being queen or not, she would never hurt Ruby intentionally.

But this thing between them… it needed to be flushed from their system.

Just this one time.

If she could pretend that was all this was—all a man like Rowan would ever want with someone like her—then the sun would rise tomorrow, and they’d each carry on with their lives.

No more of this tension between them, threatening to snap and incinerate all that it touched. She could focus on the Astrals. He could go on with whatever bloodstained pursuits he had in his future.

“Mmhm.” Rowan made a sound of pleasure. Like a wolf who knows their prey has exhausted itself.

“No one can know.” Not Ruby. Not anyone. The silent understanding passed between them with a crackle in the air.

“Stop talking. I need to see your needy little cunt.” Oh, fuck. There was no stopping the pathetic noise she made as she dutifully obliged. Sliding her knees wide and flushing right down to her toes with a hot coat of shame.

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