Page 42 of The Death King

She started to moan, a quiet whimper, a croak from her throat because she’d been dead asleep just minutes ago. But her cries broke through the rasp of her dry throat, and she came against my fingers, bucking against me, her nails digging deep into my flesh as she gripped my arm.

When her mouth opened with a moan, I wanted to shove my dick inside. Make her choke and cry. But I let her finish, let her enjoy how good it felt before I thought about myself.

When it passed, she took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. The moisture started to fade as well as the sleepiness. The longer she stared, the harder her gaze became, as if she was slowly realizing what had just happened.

I pulled my fingers out of her panties.

Alarm jumped into her face, and she bolted upright, hitting the back of the couch as the panic took hold. “What the fuck?”

She must have thought the whole thing was a dream.

She panted as she stared at me with furious eyes. “What the fuck?”

I leaned back, still on my knees on the floor, my fingertips slick from her little nub. “You liked it when you thought it was a dream, so what does it matter if it was real?”

“It matters because I had no say in the matter!”

“You liked it.”

“That’s beside the point?—”

“You kissed me, and you liked it.”

“Fuck. You.”

“I’ve given you a reason to consider me.”

“Get the fuck out.” She climbed over the armrest to get to her feet, using the piece of furniture to separate us.

I was harder than I’d ever been and so desperate to take her on the bed, to hold her down so I could show her I could make her feel good all over again. Her hips would rock with mine and she would cry, but they would be tears of pleasure, not pain. But I restrained myself, knowing it would get me nowhere when she was upset like this. “I’m not sorry.”

She fixed her dress as she backed away. Her arms circled her chest.

“You liked it, so I’m not fucking sorry.”

10

CALISTA

I left my bedchamber and stormed down the hallway, the guards immediately hot on my tail once I burst through the door. As I stormed down the long passage and headed to the stairs, I saw the extra guards who hadn’t been there before, as if Talon had placed them there in case I decided to run for it again.

If he wasn’t going to kill me, then I didn’t need to sneak out in the middle of the night. I could just walk right out the front door.

I stepped out of the tower and crossed the ramparts, taking a shortcut I’d discovered along my walks. It was a cold, windy winter day, the clouds moving fast over the sky like sailboats with full sails.

One of the guards headed back. “I’ll inform King Talon of her intentions.”

“You have fun with that.”

I had almost reached the door when the enormous black dragon swept across the sky and came in for a fast landing, making the castle shake as he hit the stone ramparts. All the guards behind me immediately backed away in fear.

Khazmuda straightened and tucked in his wings. Going somewhere?

“Yep. Want to give me a ride?”

Where are you going?

“Not sure yet. Maybe open a flower shop. I always thought that would be fun.”

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