Page 42 of The Sorrow of Shadows

I twist in his hold, so we’re face to face. “Enough teasing, Aurelius. I want more.”

My shadows wrap around us as I tear at the buttons securing his pants. His face is one of shock and curiosity as I drop to my knees and drag his pants down with me. His hard cock springs free and my mouth waters. I had felt him during our first encounter, but I didn’t get the chance to fully appreciate him.I had accidentally seen him once nearly ten years prior, but under much different circumstances, and my memory had not done him justice.

Precum glistens on his tip and I hungrily lick it, savoring the salty flavor. He’s not just impressive in length, but he’s thick aswell. I wrap my lips around his head and slide my left hand down his shaft, gripping him firmly at the base. I swirl my tongue around his tip, teasing him slowly.

A growl reverberates through his chest as his fingers wind through the hair at the back of my head once more. I pull him deep into my throat, as far as I can take him, and pump my hand up and down to meet where my mouth can’t reach.

His hand works my head up and down his length, pushing me further than I think I can take him. Tears form at the corners of my eyes, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking him in even harder. Even though he’s not even touching me, my pussy is throbbing for him, my need only growing in intensity.

I relish the stinging sensation in my knees from the twigs and hard earth beneath them as Aurelius's thrusts into my mouth grow more punishing. I glance up to find him staring down at me, the look in his eyes burning into me like wildfire. The red flecks in his irises seemed to glow as he grits out, “That sinful mouth of yours will be the death of me, little demon. This is not how this was supposed to go.”

I let his cock pop out of my mouth and grin up at him. “Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t in charge here.”

That was either the worst or best thing to say at that moment. Suddenly I’m being tugged off my knees, and my back hits the trunk of the nearest tree. I let out a slight gasp of surprise as he drops to his knees in front of me. With a strength I didn’t know he possessed he rips my leathers down my legs. He hasn’t just pulled them off; he’s shredded them.

The part of me that wants to protest his brutish behavior is quickly silenced when he licks up the slit of my pussy and circles his tongue around my clit. The moan that leaves my mouth is surely heard by the rooms closest to the training yard. The sun has finally descended, so there’s no chance for anyone to see us, but there’s no question what’s happening to anyone in the area. I’m too far gone to care.

I lace my fingers into his inky black locks, tugging him closer. A tongue like this should be outlawed. I’m nervous to voice the thoughts running rampant in my mind—Aurelius, my future stepfather and king, is ruining me.

His tongue flicks quickly across my clit, and he slides three thick fingers into my soaking center, fucking me with his hand. In no time at all he has built me up to that edge of bliss, and I feel the tingling start in my core. I go silent and my inner muscles begin to clamp down on Aurelius's fingers as he whispers the words that damn me, “That’s right, my filthy little demon, come on my face as I fuck you with my tongue.”

An orgasm explodes through me, and stars dance in my vision as I lose all control of my body. My legs tremble, my muscles unable to hold me upright as the violent tremors rack my body. Aurelius rises to catch me and sets me gently on the ground.

As I finally come back to reality, I see that he is standing in front of me and is still painfully hard. His dick is practically weeping as he strokes it from base to tip, twisting along the shaft. I know exactly where this is going and grin as his rhythm increases, and he throws his head back. I reach for him, and he swats my wrist away.

“Open,” he demands.

I oblige and stick my tongue out as his hot length slides into my mouth moments before his hot cum shoots down my throat. I gladly drink down every drop he gives me, licking my lips at the end.

He tucks himself back into his pants and straightens his tunic. I finally find the strength to stand from the forest ground, using his offered hands to help. I glance down at my ruined pants in the dirt.

“Now what am I supposed to do?” I quirk an eyebrow at him.

A devious grin spreads across his face as he begins walkingtoward the castle. “You’re a clever female, General. I have no doubt you’ll figure it out.”

“Are you serious?” I raise my voice at his retreating form.

“Quite.”

“Asshole! You didn’t have to shred my pants, and you certainly don’t have to leave me stranded here now.”

“If you’re not quiet, Princess, someone will surely hear you.” His voice grows distant as he approaches the castle.

“I’m sure they’ve already heard plenty, you prick. How do you expect me to make it back to my rooms?”

“I expect you to walk, Princess. You are the one in control, after all.” With that he was gone, leaving me alone and half naked in the dark of the training yard.

“So, tell me again how my best friend ended up half naked, tossing rocks at my window?” Elijah’s grin spreads wide. I’m sitting on his bed in a pair of his silk sleep pants, avoiding returning to my chambers. I’m unsure what I would do if I ran into Aurelius right now. I was fortunate that Elijah's rooms overlooked the training yards and that he happened to be in them, but he was finding way too much enjoyment in this.

“I’ve told you half a dozen times already. I found someone to help scratch an itch, but we were in too much of a frenzy when removing our clothes. It was dark when we finished, and I couldn’t find my pants. He’s an asshole and left me alone, naked in the dark.” It wasn’t technically a lie, more a half-truth.

“Uh huh, maybe if you say it again, I’ll believe it this time.”

“I don’t care if you believe it, that’s what happened,” I insist.

“Sure, and who was this body you used toscratch your itch?”

“Nobody you know.” The reply is too quick, and we bothknow I’m hiding something. “What’s with all the questions?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation away from thewho.

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