Page 37 of Hers to Rule

“It was always part of the plan.”

“Much farther down the road.”

“After you’d figured out a way to tell me my father was trafficking in sex slaves?”

Rio whistled low. “On that note, I’m going through to the other side and checking to make sure it’s secure. I’ll see you there.” Neither of them turned to watch him as his footsteps disappeared through the portal.

Cisco didn’t look away from her eyes, but it was obvious he wanted to. “Yes. You’ve had enough to deal with the last couple of days. Forgive me for sparing you that.”

“I do, but you shouldn’t have. If I’m going to be the queen of this nightmare, I need to know what’s going on.”

Cisco covered both of her hands with one of his. “You don’t have to, you know. No matter what Esmé says. I can be the duke or the baron or whatever, ruling in your name without you ever having to dirty your hands.”

She stroked his thumb with hers. All she would have to do is make sure the magic kept flowing. That was the deal they’d made originally. “That would be easier, but I’m not sure it’s sustainable.”

“Our agreement was that I would be the scary face of the organization and you’d be in the background.” Cisco shrugged. “I just want you to know I’m content to continue that way.” His face broke into a slow smile, and he leaned closer. “I’m also fine with you being the rightful queen of all of this. More than fine.” His breath tickled over her ear when he leaned even closer to whisper, “I would love to watch you crush them all under your heel.”

Mari felt her heart race. “Do you really think I could?”

“I know you could.” His hand slid into the slit of her dress to grip her thigh. “You nearly bring me to my knees every time you look at me.”

She turned her head and claimed his mouth in a blistering kiss that left him panting for breath. “Would you worship at my feet with the rest of them?” she murmured against his lips.

His response was immediate and fervently honest. “Without question.”

Mari bit his lower lip, hard enough that he gasped. She felt the shock of his pain burst into her, followed by the heavy press of his arousal. “Then show me.” She pushed him away with one heeled sandal, and though he was much stronger than her, he allowed it.

Cisco turned her chair with one hand so that she faced him head-on. He repositioned her dress gently, making sure not to wrinkle or rip the fabric, baring a little more of her every moment until she thought she might catch fire. His deft hands slid up her legs to remove her panties with the same slow and deliberate pace, before tucking them away in his jacket pocket. Then, he reached to gently take her ankle in one hand and delicately lifted it to his mouth for a chaste kiss that tickled her skin before maneuvering her leg to the arm of the chair for better access.

His tail wrapped around her ankle, not forcing her legs wider, merely holding on as if he wanted as much contact with her as possible. He smoothed both hands over her thighs with a deeply satisfied sigh.

She watched him without saying anything, her heartbeat thudding in her ears because she could feel exactly how much he wanted this every time his skin touched hers. His desire snaked through her, hot and sharp.

He lowered his head between her legs and pressed a series of soft kisses along the seam of her pussy before nuzzling between her folds.

Mari reached to hold one of his horns, her grip hard enough that his head jerked a bit. She pushed some of her power into him as she rocked her hips against his face until he moaned against her. “Let me ride that wicked tongue of yours, Francisco.”

He slid his tongue into her immediately, his low grumble of satisfaction vibrating through her as he tasted her arousal. She used her hold on his horn to control his movement, slowly fucking herself with his tongue.

The magic rising in her felt different this time, more powerful and less wild, as if by exerting control over him, she could also master the turbulent power that grew within her, tame it somehow.

She enjoyed his tongue that way for several minutes, trying different things with her magic while he worked. Her favorite discovery was that she could very nearly make him come without touching him if she stroked in exactly the right spot with the sharpened edges of her power.

Mari gripped his horns in both hands, angling his head back sharply to look down at him. His eyes were vast, dark, and filled with lust. She’d never seen him like this, and it thrilled her. “How do I taste?”

“Like night-blooming jasmine growing near the sea,” Cisco answered immediately, his voice thick with wanting.

“Very poetic.” She ran her hands up and down his horns, enjoying how they felt in her hands. “I’m not going to let you get me off while we’re not in the compound, but would you like to come?”

Cisco groaned. “Yes, please.”

She leaned back, repositioning the leg that had been over the arm of the chair so that it rested on one of his shoulders. “Unzip and get your cock out.” She watched with a smile as he complied. “Get my panties out of your pocket and use them to pleasure yourself.”

His eyes never left her face as he did as she commanded. He began to jerk off with quick precision, his breathing growing harsh.

Mari watched him for a while, basking in the sounds he made as they grew more and more desperate. “Put that sinful mouth on me again,” she purred as she scooted her hips forward.

Cisco bent his head and dove between her legs again. He suckled at her slick flesh like she was the last drink of water on Earth and he was dying of thirst. The pulsing swirl of his desire was barely contained and almost painful to touch. She stroked it with her magic, over and over, in time with his hand as it worked up and down his cock.

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