Page 86 of The Dawn of the Cursed Queen

“You have to stop.” He pulled back, licking at his lower lip as if he couldn’t get enough of how I tasted. “I’m going to come.”

I nodded, my hand grasping his chin and forcing his lips back to mine. “That’s the point.”

I fit my mouth to his and sucked gently on his tongue, swirling and teasing. His hips bucked, pressing his cock against my sex, my clit aching from the rub of fabric separating us, and I knew he was imagining my tongue on his cock. I groaned, letting him taste my pleasure and need.

Samkiel’s breath came in pants against my lips as he started to move under me. His abdomen tightened as he kissed me deeper, taking control of my mouth again. His grip on my hips turned painfully tight, and he pressed me down harder, grinding his cock against me. He pulsed and twitched beneath me, a groan leaving his lips that I muffled with another blistering kiss.

I dragged every little bit from him before slowing and smoothing my movements and sitting back on his lap. He released my hip, and I could feel the throb where he had held me. His fingers skimmed the pulsing ache between my legs, and I grabbed his wrist, stopping him before his hand could slip inside.

“You do that, and we both know we’ll get caught.”

He grinned and withdrew his hand, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me close. “I can honestly say I have never done that in the history of my life.”

I giggled. “Really? Not even in your wild youth with those handsy nymphs?”

He shook his head and rested it against the wall, completely relaxed and spent. “Not even once. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do you.”

“Yeah, you better say that,” I said, nipping at his chin.

“How do you do that?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“Which part?”

“Drive me completely insane.”

“It’s a gift.” I pressed another kiss to his lips.

Samkiel tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, tenderly swiping his thumb across my cheek. “Can you do it to me forever?”

My eyes softened along with the angry, blackened heart in my chest. “Forever,” I said softly.

He only smiled, shaking his head as he relaxed under me. “I cannot wait to show up to this prison with a stain on my trousers.”

“Trust me, baby. Your clothes are nothing but stains. They won’t even notice.”

The caravan jolted sharply to a stop, and Samkiel’s hands tightened around me.

“What is it?” he asked as I peeked outside. “Why the sudden stop?”

“Because we made it to the prison.”

He moved beneath me, turning to gaze out the steel slits as the caravan started moving again, only much slower now. The higher we climbed, the sharper and more jagged the hills became, snow capping the gray peaks. I swallowed, not realizing how high we’d gone. Clouds billowed around the cliff edge, and I watched another wagon pass over the solid, wooden bridge.

“That’s a prison?”

Samkiel grunted beside me. “Yes. That’s Flagerun.”

It stood out against the mountainscape with its smooth, circular top. There were no windows or ledges as if it wanted to blend into the cliff itself. The only signs of life were the torches lit out front and the guards holding back their large, snapping beasts. As we approached, the felines they kept on leashes thrashed. Even with the whips the guards used, they didn’t obey. Fear. They were afraid because we had just snuck an Ig’Morruthen through the gates.

THIRTY-TWO

DIANNA

I peeked my head out of Samkiel’s pocket as he walked through the large stone door. A thousand and one smells hit me at once, and I was glad the form of the small rodent creature I’d assumed didn’t vomit because that’s exactly what I wanted to do. The group of prisoners entered in a single file line, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the gloom. The guards yelled and pointed, directing everyone forward.

Orym came up behind Samkiel, leaning in to whisper, “Where is she?” Samkiel glanced down at me, and I watched Orym’s eyes widen. He tilted his head slightly and said, “That’s honestly really impressive.”

We approached more of the guards and their fierce beasts. The creatures snarled at the prisoners in front of us, baring large fangs, their claws digging grooves into the stone floor, but as soon as Samkiel passed, they tucked their long tails and pulled at their leashes.

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