Page 116 of Oath of Revenge

“We’re going to eat some good food and have a nice, long discussion with the Confederation. This is what we need to do to get the treaty approved before it can be presented to the people, remember?”

She looked up at him with those big green and gold doe eyes and frowned. “But—“

He kissed her, sweeping his tongue along the seam of her mouth before hers came out to play. They dueled lazily until he felt her relax in his arms. When he broke the kiss, he gathered her tighter and ran his hands along her back, careful not to stab himself on her horns.

“It’s alright, bunny. I’ll be right beside you. You don’t have to say anything, but if you want to, just whisper it to me, and I’ll be your voice, alright?”

She sighed and nodded against his chest. After too few moments, she pulled away and scowled at the clothes the maid had left on the settee.

“I don’t know what they were thinking. A fucking dress?”

He chuckled and nuzzled her ear. “Think of it like this, bunny. If we sneak away from dinner as soon as possible, the dress will provide easier access for playing with dessert.”

She looked up at him with a sly grin. “Am I dessert, wolfie?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “You know it, bunny.”

She laughed, and it made some of the stress over the night ease. It didn’t escape his notice that she’d laughed more while they were here the past two days than in the week prior. It made him want more of that for her.

They helped each other put on the fancy clothes, and he peppered kisses after every item was added and every button slipped into place. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkling when they were finally ready. She’d been very vocal about not wearing the dress and not going to the dinner, but Knox had worn her down on both.

It had been helpful for him to see how her brother handled her. But now that she was in front of him in a dress that draped her body like silk, his mouth went dry and his tongue thickened. She’d adamantly refused to wear a corset, so it was a different style than the servants he’d seen wear. But this dress suited her.

The silk was high necked and laced up the front like her vest. The green silk draped from her hips, making them look fuller. She met his eyes in the mirror and reached for the hem. The movement made her breasts sway, and he suddenly wanted to lick every inch. She bared a leg and slid a dagger into her stocking, tying the garter over it snugly.

“Do you need help with the other one, bunny?” His voice was a deep rumble, and he knelt at her feet.

Her eyes darkened as she licked her lips. He slid his hands up her other leg, the silk catching on his rough skin. He strapped her dagger to her thigh, tying the garter like she’d done with the previous one.

“Th—thanks,” she said softly.

He smiled up at her. “Oh, I’m not done yet, bunny. I’ll never be done with you.”

Then he pushed her skirt into her hand and said, “Hold it tight now.”

He felt her suck in a breath as he slid her drawers to the side. He groaned at the sight of dusky pink flesh framed by a riot of flaming curls, and his thumb grazed the nub of her clit. She swayed, then sat heavily on the settee.

He pushed her legs wider and licked up her slit until she bucked, then he swirled his tongue around the center of her pleasure. Her hand cradled the back of his head and pressed him closer, and he slid his thumb inside her dripping pussy.

He continued to tease and stimulate it, circling and tugging until she was panting and grunting with need. Low, guttural moans echoed in the room as she pressed her hips against him in perfect rhythm with his movements.

“Wulfric, please,” she begged, pulling him closer. He chuckled in response, sitting up and freeing his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants.

“Again, bunny. Beg for me,” he purred as he traced her slit with his dick. She thrust her hips, and he teased her entrance.

“Damn it, Wulfric, if you don’t—ah!”

He speared her to the hilt, and he gloried in her eyes rolling. He slid out, and thrust again, going deeper, trying to fill every crack and crevice within her. He was on a mission to imprint himself so deeply into her psyche that she’d crave nothing but him for all time. Every thrust, every moan grew more desperate for them both until he was slamming into her with a fierceness that would make any Growler proud.

Her hands fluttered on his arms then his biceps, her mouth open and panting as she peaked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—oh!” Her eyes rolled again, and his own fluttered as she clamped down on his dick like a vise. She cried out as she milked him, her hands shifting into claws and puncturing his shirt. Her eyes glowed golden as she came, and he roared as wave after wave of her orgasm tightened around him.

His balls drew tight, and he felt his knot pressing against her entrance. Just the pressure of her pushing against it sent him over the edge. He groaned and bent over her as he thrust once, twice more. Heat flooded from him into her, filling her as they both spasmed. Time stopped. There was nothing but the rush in his ears of his release and her whimpers.

When the world stopped spinning, he leaned back and brushed the hair from her face, tucking a strand behind her little rabbit’s ear. He kissed her nose and she mewled, finally calm and with a smile on her face.

Until the dinner bell echoed through the halls. She tensed, and he groaned.

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