Page 11 of King of Moon and Claws

The king grinned. Flora’s breath remained shallow and fast-paced as he drew his fingers in small circles along her mound, edging the boundaries of her swollen labia.

“Bastian,” she nearly hissed. “What are you doing to me?”

He let out a devilish chuckle, then brought his lips to her throat, kissing it softly while the rest of her writhed furiously.

He was playing her like a fiddle, and Elora adored every second of it.

“I can't see you suffering for too long,” he whispered into the hollow of her shoulder, planting fluttering kisses up to her mouth. “I will give you what you want, my darling.”

Elora let her full weight lean back into Bastian’s hands, waiting for his fingers to finally dip into her pussy. In one impressive movement, he hoisted her out of the water and rested her bottom against the side of the hot spring.

The king spread her legs wide, maintaining eye contact as his long pink tongue emerged from between his lips. Elora watched him with uninhibited awe as he licked from the center of her pussy, all the way up to the throbbing hub of her delight. He slipped two fingers inside her at once, pumping in and out.

Elora thought she was going to black out from the power of her climax.

SEVEN

BASTIAN

Bastian ate his mate’s pussy like it was his last meal on earth. He was meticulous and studious, marking each shake and quiver in his mind for later. He could get lost in her beauty, forget all about his duties as a royal leader, and drown himself in her songs of erotic jubilance.

But it was not meant to last. Once the echoes of her delight faded, their private erotic bubble burst by the sound of knocking. Elora still trembled when the voice of his advisor rang off the hot spring walls.

“My Highness, My Royal Highness,” Tavish began, “please excuse the interruption. Iagan Breley has arrived and is waiting in the guest lounge.”

Bastian’s mouth was still buried deep in Elora’s pussy when he rose, wiping her essence from his lips. He kissed the insides of her thighs and grunted back to Tavish, reluctant but completely aware of his duty.

“I’m on my way, Tavish. Send him my eternal apologies."

Elora, doe-eyed but coming to, sat up from having thrown her head back, her gray eyes hazy with bliss. It made him grin, continuing to follow the trail along her thighs to settle at her knee.

When he spoke, his voice was soft and reassuring.

“I deeply apologize for the interruption. I would do anything to make love to you right now, but I can’t keep him waiting.”

Bastian was unaware as to whether or not Elora was absorbing what he was saying. So like a good king and gentleman, he pulled her into his arms, tucked her nude body against him in the springs, and carried her through the water to the other side.

Her head leaned against his chest as she muttered, his heart galloping madly in his chest.

“Who is Iagan?” she asked, sounding more lucid.

Bastian walked out of the springs, steam emanating off their naked bodies, and placed her down. She was unsteady for a moment but stabilized herself with her hands snaked around his neck. He clothed her with a towel and used another to rub down her legs and feet.

“He is a wise and benevolent figure to the people of the Wildwoods. Humans too,” he said, dabbing the droplets along her calf. “A local shaman who has a deep understanding of ancient magic and the natural world. I can introduce the two of you if you’d like. You’ll probably have a lot in common.”

Bastian grinned, his knees pressing against the smooth marble floors, and gazed up at his mate. Her skin was flushed from the excitement, but he was sure he’d sniffed out a fresh blush as the towel edged along the inside of her leg.

But he couldn’t get them both riled up again. It truly would be a slight if he was any later. As a king and leader, Bastian had to take his behavior into account at all times, as well as the mere perception of it.

Elora licked her lips and nodded as Bastian rose to his feet. She ran her fingers through her hair, which looked platinum under the dim light.

“I understand. You should go speak to him. I wouldn’t want to get in the way and cause any… slights."

She flashed him a crooked grin as he brought the towel up to her head and sweetly combed through the dampness of her locks. His cock twitched. Standing so close to her was dangerous.

“I don’t want our first time to be interrupted or rushed,” Bastian said, the low timbre of his voice even foreign to him. “I want it to be slow and fun. I want it to be special.” Even if his wolf was begging for it.

Elora blushed once more, red speckling the severe curve of her jawline. That was when Bastian knew he had to leave, immediately, before they were engulfed in lust again.

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