Page 54 of Kingmakers, Year Three

Her tone is disdainful, like that should have been obvious. She’s so irritated at me wringing this piece of information out of her that it must be true.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that,” I say, sliding my fingers inside her warm wetness once more.

Cat groans.

“Because he doesn’t want anyone to know,” she mutters.

“I don’t care what Hedeon wants,” I hiss in her ear, “I only care whatIwant. And you’d better share that attitude. Or I won’t be so nice to you . . .”

I pump my fingers in and out of her until her whole body starts to shake. She’s trying to squeeze her thighs together but she can’t. She can’t do anything except bite down hard on my shoulder with those sharp teeth.

“Argggghhhh!”she screams as I make her cum.

A rush of fluid runs down my hand.

I think I just made her squirt.

I wipe my palm off on the thigh of my trousers, for once not giving a fuck if my clothes are dirty.

I only care to look at Cat, at the sheen of sweat on her chest, at the lingering marks of the lash across her breasts.

Her head lolls limp against her shoulder, wrung out by the strength of her climax.

We’re not finished.

Not even close.

I cut the ropes binding her to the wall. Cat falls into my arms. I lift her easily, one arm supporting her back with her knees draped over my other arm. She weighs almost nothing, even limp and exhausted.

I carry her over to the stack of cushions I stole from the gallery on the ground floor of the Keep. I throw her down on the cushions, watching her legs splay apart.

Her little pussy is like a soft pink shell, delicate and inviting.

I’ve never eaten pussy before. I always thought it was beneath me.

But I tasted Cat on my fingers and I want more.

I strip off my clothes and lay between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. I dive my tongue into her cunt, seeking the source of that enticing flavor, wanting it to fill my mouth. I lick her like an animal, ravenous and wild. I explore every part of her with my tongue.

When I find a sensitive spot, Cat purrs like a kitten. She lets out a long exhale that makes her teeth chatter together like she’s shivering cold. But she’s not cold—her body burns at a thousand degrees, and her pussy is the furnace generating that heat.

I lick her pussy over and over, bring her back to the edge again, until her back arches and her breasts thrust up in the air and she’s grinding against my tongue with all her might.

Then I sit up, my cock jutting out from my body like the prow of a ship.

I look down at her and she looks up at me, panting and desperate.

“Beg me to fuck you,” I growl.

Her little pink tongue slips out to touch her upper lip. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need you.”

She opens her legs all the way, inviting me to thrust my cock into the softest, most sensitive part of her.

I need you.

No one has ever said that to me before.

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