Page 69 of King of Storms and Feathers

“Nice of you to remember.”

That he was a god? No, Arrow was most definitely not a god, despite what his deluded courtiers believed. But… if it stroked his ego, I’d be willing to call him anything to further my cause. Which I reminded myself was to gain his trust again, not satisfy my own reckless and disturbing urges.

“Would it please you to be called a god, King Arrowyn?”

“No… not a god. Say my name… just… Arrow.”

I smiled and trailed my finger down his chest, skirting around the poisoned feathers. “Then let me feel you, Arrow,” I said in a husky whisper as I pressed my palm against the bulge in his leathers.

With quick, rough movements, he tugged at the laces on his pants, then his erection sprang free. Dust be damned, it was thick and long, with veins pulsing beneath a glyph that snaked around the length, reminding me of forked lightning. I wondered if it would be painful to touch.

“I won’t hurt you,” he rumbled, noticing my fear.

I had no clue if I’d ever touched a man in this way before. When I took him in my hand, would he feel my inexperience? And if so, would he throw me to the fire pits if I couldn’t satisfy him?

Carefully, I encircled his girth, the velvety feel of his skin a shock as I shifted closer to his heat. A bolt of energy slammed into my chest, the warm buzz of Arrow’s power spreading through my limbs.

My thumb rubbed the bead glistening on Arrow’s tip, and he gritted his teeth.

“Wait a moment.” He collected cushions and piled them on top of each other in front of me, then hard fingers gripped my shoulders and pushed me down. “On your knees, my trembling Leaf.”

I stared up at the king, his feather breastplate gleaming on his bare chest in the moonlight. Thunderclaps echoed across the sky as his rod bobbed above my face, storm energy sizzling around his hips.

I swallowed nervously, lifted my hand, then let it fall to my thighs.

His eyes narrowed. “Didn’t you just promise to obey me?”

I nodded.

“Then take me in your mouth,” he said, his voice strained and body vibrating with unslaked lust.

Thunder crashed again, shaking the roof of the pavilion.

“I don’t know how to please you this way.” My voice was low and husky, and I sounded disgustingly eager to learn. I couldn’t remember if I’d done this with a man before, but right now, all I wanted was to taste him.

He grasped my wrists, placing one of my hands on his hip, securing the other at his thick base. “Lick, suck, kiss. I promise you can’t go wrong.”

My heart pounded against my ribs, my mind spinning at the thought of what I was about to do. I closed my eyes and angled his pulsing length toward my lips, then pressed a kiss against the tip, tasting his salty essence.

“Gold’s sake,” he cursed, his hips bucking once.

Emboldened, I licked along his veined shaft before wrapping my lips around the broad head. I moaned as moisture pooled between my thighs and magic buzzed on my tongue, a strange but wonderful sensation.

As his fingers weaved through my hair, his stomach muscles twitched, and he muttered curses that I suspected made no sense in any of the realm’s languages.

Guided by each sound and movement he made, I got to work, swallowing as much as I could, then slowly drawing back. When I bobbed on his length, his fingers seized my throat in a tight grip, holding me in place, rocking into me, using my mouth for his pleasure.

“Reavers. You’re too good at this,” he said. “You’re fucking ruining me. When I explode, you’ll take my seed and swallow every drop. All of it, understand?”

I tried to answer, to tell him I’d do anything he wanted, but all I could manage was a muffled, “Yes, Arrow,” making him huff out a desperate-sounding laugh.

Then he thrust into my mouth, while I clung to his hips and tried to relax my throat. Thunder crashed against the golden pillars as blue light buzzed around our bodies, wrapping our limbs with such fiery heat I thought I might pass out.

He jerked and shook, cursing and muttering my name, his breath sawing out of him. Then with a full-throated moan that shook me to my core, the king came apart, his essence pouring down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some escaped my mouth, dripping down my chin and my breasts.

I watched him shudder, thrilled by the power I had over his body, and I finally understood what Ari had been trying to tell me. A man might grant many favors to the person who helped him lose himself so thoroughly. Slave or not.

I trembled at his feet, waiting for Arrow to touch me. For him to take me apart, just as I had done to him.

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