Page 55 of The Syphon King

“You will always be my little brother. I would die for you. You hear me?”

He nodded, wrapping his strong arms around him. “Fucking same.”

“THE GROOM ISN’T SUPPOSEDto touch the bride before the wedding,” Juliette squealed as Kaj held her foot in his hand with a grin and stroked softly.

“I’ve never heard of such a custom.”

“It’s true!” she yelled, fighting to get free.

“Your father is going to hear you and I may not live till our wedding.”

“You shouldn’t be sneaking into my room then,” she teased, laughing at his expression. “Doesn’t count that I invited you in the courts here. A man is supposed to be stronger than his wife. Not let her boss him around. Stand his ground.”

He raised his pretty blue gaze up to her, his tongue sweeping over his perfect lower lip. “I’m listening,” he said, his fingers moving up to her ankle now. “What else is he supposed to do?”

“He’s supposed to be the bossy one. Make his wife...do right,” she said, breathless when his hands moved to her calf.

“Make her?” he double checked, his deep voice thick when it was low. “What is he to make her do?”

She wet her lips as her pulse hammered allover. “Whatever he wants.”

He nodded, his fingers so erotic on her calf muscle. “Ididpay top dollar forthebest lemur furs in all the world.”

She giggled, biting her lips as his touch crawled higher.

“JULES!”

She jerked her head to the window and hurried to it, opening it and looking out. “What?” she cried at seeing Zep down there.

She stifled a gasp as Kaj’s hand moved over her naked butt under the flimsy swamp slut dress she’d worn to tempt him.

“I need...teenager advice. I tried calling you!”

“Well, I’m not answering for a reason!” She gasped again and looked over her shoulder, finding Kaj watching his finger slide between her butt cheeks.

“My wife is beautiful here,” he barely murmured.

“Call Mah-Mah!” She shut the window, and he placed his hand on her back, holding her there.

“Don’t move.”

She held on to the windowsill, burning at the way he gave her exactly what she needed. For him to boss the glorioushellout of her just like that. Was one of her greatest fantasies, having a hunk like himmakeher get it so good.

“Kaj,” she moaned his touch threatening as he stroked his fingers all along her privates.

A knock pounded the door and she yelped, shoving her dress down. Before she could move, he grabbed her face and kissed her real good and bossy, melting all her bones till she was nothing but tiny whimpers up in flames.

“My family hates me,” she moaned, making her way to the door and yanking it open.

“Your brother is looking for you and I’mbusy,” Mah-Mah fussed, then sucked in her breath. “Well, Kaj, I didn’t know you were here. Why didn’t you tell me,” she fussed at Juliette all sweet as pie now.

“I was wanting him to myself, and I can see that’ll never happen!”

“Oh!” Mah-Mah shut the door right in her face. “Pretend Ineverknocked!”

She turned and her laugh was stolen by Kaj’s rough mouth on hers. His strong hand bit on her jaw then stroked down her neck, reducing her to the sluttiest, desperate cries she’d ever made. God, she wanted to devour him.

Down on her knees, she loved more than ever his traditional clothes. So easy to get in. “Myhusband,” she gasped when his massive cock sprang out.

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