Page 118 of The Horde King of Shadow

“You stole from me,” I rasped, watching her as my cock thickened, as blood pulsed and rushed and sharp, punishing desire rose with it. “Snuck away in the night like a common thief.”

She swallowed, but her fingers never stopped gently untying the laces. My cock pulsed with excitement, my abdomen dipping like I was free-falling.

“I may be your husband, Klara Dirak’zar, but I am also yourKarath. Your king. Or have you forgotten that?” I asked softly, watching her.

Her tongue darted out. Slowly, she toed off her boots and her riding trews dropped. She stepped out of the material, and then her hands went to the dress she’d worn to our bed the night before, pulling the delicate fabric over her head until she was naked before me.

Naked, save for the riding cuff she’d stolen. It stood out against her skin, and the sight of it only made me more crazed.My gaze snapped to hers. Her hands were shaking when she brought her fingers up to her lips to rub at the reddened flesh. Her nipples were pebbled tight, her shoulders raising and lowering, the curves of her hips and breasts tantalizing.

“And what would my king ask of me?”

I nearly groaned at the sultry words. My anger was steadily being replaced by lust, but I wouldplay. I would play with her. I would play along. Because she’d still have to deal with my ire when we were done, but at least we could work out some frustration with each other beforehand.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered her.

I heard her thick swallow, but she did as I asked, lowering herself to the soft forest floor. We’d never done this act before, but I had fantasized about it, imagining how her mouth would feel on me, the heated lash of her tongue.

She thought to distract me? To fuck away my ire?

It mightwork,I admitted as I stepped forward, tugging firmly at the waist of my trews. Klara pushed them down when I reached her, my cock springing forward.

I hissed when she wrapped her hand around me, bucking into her grip.

I saw her hesitation. She’d never done this before, but her enthusiasm and curiosity was evident. Her eyes flickered to the line of the forest, but then I saw the heated burn in her eyes. Shelikedthis. The idea of getting caught aroused her, and my cock jumped with the realization, drawing her gaze.

She didn’t wait for me to give her another order, however.

She licked, almost demurely, at the tip of my cock, which made me surge in her tight fist. I blew out a shuddering breath, thinking of the hell she’d just put me through…and the sweet, sweet hell she would put me through in the next few moments.

“Suck me, wife,” I growled, my patience snapping, especially when she teased her thumb over what I knew she called mydakke, the sensitive bump above the root of my shaft. She pressed into it, and a rough groan spilled from me. My hand went to fist in her hair. “Enough teasing. I’m tempted to come on your tongue, to find my relief and not allow you yours. Maybe that will be how I punish you.”

Her head lowered, and the heat of her mouth made my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. My eyelids closed, neck craning.

“Oh, fuck,aralye,” I breathed. I licked my bottom lip, and then I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt her cheeks hollow around me, the pulling sensation nearly making my knees tremble. Her mouth was stuffed full of me—so much so that I felt the searing brand of her tongue on the underside of my cock with nowhere to go. It moved and quivered under my length, and I gasped, my hand tightening in her hair as I shuffled closer.

I cursed again when she retreated, dragging her lips over the sensitive tip, the hot lap of her tongue finding the trickle of pre-come at the seam.

“Where did you learn this?” I asked, my nostrils flaring, chest heaving.

Her eyes flashed up to me knowingly. “Books,Karath,” she teased.

Books.

I nearly groaned. Books could only take her so far. This was instinct, and on Muron, she was made for it. Made forme.

I grunted when she stole my breath again, taking me deep, seemingly trying to learn how far she could fit me between her lips. Her thumb pressed to mydakke—teasing and stroking, emulating the hot lash of her tongue.

I’d meant for this act to balance our power over the other. She’d taken from me, and I would take from her. Selfishly, I’d ached for her to pleasure me, to give whileIreceived. I wanted to be the one in control of this moment.

Only…I had the maddening feeling that it might be just the opposite. Especially when I saw her other hand move between her thighs, when I heard the wet slick of her arousal and her soft, desperate moan rumble down the length of my cock.

And I didn’t mind it one bit.

I’d thought the desire I’d felt for her in Lishara’s temple would be the worst I’d ever felt. That clawing, desperate need had been unimaginable. I’d thought that the severity of it—the overwhelming, pressing need to claim her as my own, to sink my body into hers until I lost myself completely—had been heartstone-magic induced.

But I’d only felt it rise, even stronger than before. This desire was all our own. Lishara had no part in this. It was only us, deep in this mountain forest.

I felt my sac tighten, and I rumbled out a rough groan. Selfishly, I continued to pump between her lips, catching her surprised sound. Once, twice I thrust into her before I pulled out suddenly, hearing her ragged breaths.

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