Page 13 of Settle Down, Princess

Jessalyn jolted against the wall, moaning just like any other lass getting her first fingering. Apparently, princesses were as likely to clamp down around a man’s finger, threatening to strangle it, as any other girl. I curled my finger up, I searched for something that I knew would drive her even higher.

They all had this sweet spot inside of them, somewhere that our cocks could rub over and over and driving them wild if we delved in at just the right angle, making their cunts weep. So when I felt the princess gush all over my hand, it was as if it was a reward for me personally. I leaned in, kissing her moans away, then her gasps, and her cries for more, more. My thumb moved of its own accord, finding the pearl she’d treasure more than the ones she’d plucked from her dress. When she went rigid, then rocked against my palm, I knew I didn’t need to take it slowly, thrumming the little bead over and over. Creed’s hand slapped down on the breast I had kissed, plucking it viciously as he growled over the other, and Jessalyn rode the waves of pleasure like the queen she was. Her eyes flicked wide, staring right into mine as it hit her.

I mostly tried to avoid eye contact during sex. Beforehand I gave plenty of long looks, making clear what I intended to do to a woman, but once she agreed to all of it, I kept my eyes closed. Lose myself in the feel of her, but also lose the specificity of her. My approach was to keep things anonymous, sensual, but rooted in reality. Yet even as my eyes ached as I stared into hers, I couldn’t seem to drag them away, not even to blink. I needed to watch the flush redden her cheeks, turning her lips from pink to bright scarlet. I needed to capture every savage moment of her pleasure as I felt her cunt clamp down on my fingers and then flutter the frantic signal as she reached her peak.

Gods, why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? And why did she have to be Creed’s fated mate? We’d come on yet another pointless mission, to deliver another girl to her death. It was a reality that pushed down upon me, even if it was a burden I was supposed to shoulder. But as I watched the virgin princess have her first orgasm against the wall of a semi-respectable inn, as my brother teased that pleasure out, for the first time I found myself wanting to toss that unconscionable load aside. Instead, I pulled her from Creed’s grip to press her body into mine and bury my nose in her neck.

“What do you want?” I asked her in a voice of iron, knowing that if she said the correct words, if she commanded me to help her get free right now, I’d be honour-bound to do just that and bugger the king. “What do you want, princess?”

“More…” she breathed, then let out a reckless little laugh. “I want more.”

Chapter 9

So this is what they’d all been hiding from me. The veil had literally been torn from my eyes and the world of adults became clear to me. It was one filled with pleasure and sin and no consequences as you took your fill. So while Arik held me in his arms, I smiled at all of them.

“What do you want, princess?” he asked me, his voice hoarse with need.

There was only one answer I could give.

“More.” I laughed as I looked up at him. Roan and Silas moved closer, and I reached my hand out to where I could feel Creed beside me. “I want more.”

“You know this is a truly terrible idea,” Silas said to no one in particular.

“So, you’re stepping aside?” Roan asked him. “Fine by me.”

“Not in the slightest.” He smiled slowly. “If I was averse to making unwise decisions, I’d never have joined this merry band, yet here I am.” He walked forward, lifting my chin with the point of one finger and staring into my eyes. “Here I am.”

There was something cold and clinical in Silas’ gaze, but I realised that I liked it. His coolness was a refreshing contrast to the overheated state of everyone else, but also… I wanted to see if I could make that restrained facade crack. Could I turn him into a panting mess, just as I’d been mere moments before? What would that feel like? I reached for him, but as soon as my hands were in the air, he grabbed them, hauling them up and stretching my arms above my head.

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice lower and huskier. “The way it creates a tension all throughout your body?” He maintained his hold in one hand and then brought the other down to stroke along my ribs. “But you don’t have to fight to maintain it; I’ll do that. You can’t pull free.” I’d started to try to tug a hand away but stopped at his words. “And soon you won’t want to.” His eyes dropped down, as if seeing me for the first time, and it felt like he was eating me up with each glance, as though his gaze was leaving reddened marks in its place. “You are so very beautiful; it seems almost a pity to mess that up.”

“Only you’d think a woman coming was messy.” Roan tried to shove Silas aside, but the other man didn’t move an inch. “Whereas I…” A lazy smile spread across his face as he looked me over. “I can’t think of a moment when a woman is more beautiful.” He licked his lips. “You could come and be beautiful all over my face.”

I shivered within Silas’ grip, not sure what he meant by that, and his eyes became hooded as he stared at me.

“Kiss him,” Silas ordered, the command in his voice rivalling my father’s. Roan grinned, one eyebrow rising, but Silas refused to look away for a second. “Kiss the mouth of the man that’ll use that tongue, those lips, to lick your cunt. Kiss him.”

“You don’t have to… if you don’t want to,” Creed rasped in my ear.

“But will it feel good?”

Lust and fear warred in my voice, and right now I wasn’t sure which one would win.

“Never had any complaints.” Roan stepped closer and I caught a whiff of smoky amber from him. “But if it feels anything like when a woman puts her mouth on me…” His hand slid down his body and my eyes followed it, watching him grip the lump along his thigh. “Then it’s what I want heaven to be like when I shuffle off this mortal coil. Pure, mind-blowing pleasure.”

That: I wanted that. I leaned forward as far as I could to try and take Roan’s mouth with mine, but what Silas had done was deliberate. The way he held me made it impossible for me to reach Roan, my every muscle straining to get close enough, until the red-haired man took pity on me and stepped in. Roan’s knuckles grazed my cheek as I let out a frantic little whine, then he dropped his head down and gave me his mouth. I felt the rasp of his stubble, the rumble of the groan he stifled in his throat, and then his tongue as he tangled it with mine. I yanked harder against my bonds, choosing this with every fibre of my being. I was still flushed with roseblood, with the pleasure Arik had wrought, so it was less like building slowly towards another peak and more leaping onto it.

Hands jerked my hips back, splitting me open and forcing me to ride a ridge covered in leather that became damper by the second. Other fingers skimmed up my ribs, tracing every bone, every hollow, before gripping the points of my nipples, which still throbbed from Creed and Arik’s ministrations. It was as if my body was being made anew, nerve endings being woken up and teased into a frenzy, until I was almost screaming with the intensity of it.

“Time to take your throne, princess,” Roan said in a raspy voice, breaking away from me with a rakish smile, before flopping down on the bed. The pouch of roseblood was produced again and he dusted his lips but didn’t lick them clean. “It’ll make you come harder, come faster, and come again and again,” he explained, patting the mattress. I wondered what I was supposed to do, but they took over.

Silas plucked me from Arik’s grip, carrying me over to the bed, then setting my knees on either side of the other man’s head.

“But what—?”

“Look at me,” he commanded, and my eyes locked on his. “Keep looking at me as you lower your hips down.”

“You want—?”

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