Page 55 of King of Storms and Feathers

It wasn’t her pain and fear that would delight me, but her tears of frustrated longing.

Her palms trembled against my skin as she stood on her toes and tilted her face toward mine. “Would a kiss be a good first step in building this trust?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

With a shaky breath, her rosebud lips parted, the gap in her teeth flashing, and then her mouth pressed against mine. My cock twitched, and I groaned into her mouth as she answered with an animal whimper. I cupped her breast, ran my thumb over the hard nipple, then bent and suckled it through the wet material of her tunic. She cried out, her knees buckling.

Kissing her, I lifted her legs, wrapping them around my waist, reveling in the feel of her against my stomach, the scent of her desire a heady fragrance.

“You like this?” I asked, needing her to say it.

She nodded, her head falling back as I laved the long muscle of her neck down to her collarbone.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“Yes… I do. It feels…” Her words trailed off on a moan.

“Feels what?” I urged, closing my teeth around her ear lobe and biting to the point of pain.

She hissed in a breath. “Wonderful.”

With clumsy, lust-fueled movements, I carried her to the curved steps that wound out of the river. I laid her down, ready to thrust inside her before I came from the sight of the wet tunic bunched around her waist, revealing her glistening slit.

“But don’t feel too pleased with yourself,” she said, looking up at me through a feline gaze. “It’s only a natural response to physical stimulation, not the result of any particular skill of yours.”

With those words, the lust fog cleared from my mind, and I laughed. This girl was unbelievable. Even when her life depended on it, she couldn’t control her vicious tongue.

Fine. I would teach her a lesson.

I draped her over a flat boulder on the edge of the stairs, then got to work, my lips and tongue torturing her as they traversed the peaks and valleys of her body. I licked down her center and kissed her inner thighs, torturing her sensitive folds with my warm breath. I licked deeper, her creamy, earthy flavor bursting over my tongue, driving me wild.

“Arrow,” she said in a broken moan, spurring me to suck harder and slide two fingers inside her heat.

“Fuck, Leaf,” I groaned as she writhed against me.

When her nails clawed my back, I shuddered on the precipice of my own climax. I lifted my head and let a smirk form on my lips, the effort to appear in control nearly breaking me. “Shall I continue?” I asked.

Her fingers wound into my hair, tugging me back to where she most ached for relief. “Yes. Oh, gods yes.”

“Your pitiful Earth gods can’t help you now. Beg to me. From now on, I am the only god you shall pray to.”

“Please, King Arrowyn. Continue,” she rasped.

I pushed onto all fours above her, staring into her desire-filled eyes, now a heated jade color. “If you’re going to beg, do it properly.”

She shook her head.

“Beg.”

“I asked nicely,” she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Isn’t that enough to satisfy your ego?”

“Obviously not.” My thumb caressed her lips. “Now use that pretty mouth to beg.”

Her head thrashed. She cursed and moaned. “Never.”

My hand froze on her cheek. “What did you say?”

“I’ll never beg you. Not for anything.”

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