Page 43 of Till Kingdom Come

Someone stopped Hendris, who was in front of us, on the way in, so I took a moment to turn and face Killian. I looked down on him and his exotic good looks and knew what I needed to do right away, or as soon as I could manage it. I needed to re-establish my claim and remind him who he belonged to. His face was only inches away, and he fluttered those long eyelashes of his at me and leaned into me. I noticed his breathing got faster as he did.

“Bracca, what was all that about?”

“I thought you’d like the idea.”

“I-I did. I do, but it was so unexpected.” He glanced up at me. “I should be mad at you,” he said, “And I am, except…it’s really good to see you too.”

“Is it?”

“Yes,” he said and swayed even closer. He looked up and pouted at me for a second. It was all I could do not to ravish him then and there. “You have a terrible temper, and you left me all alone. I didn’t even have any clothes.”

“Always a good look for you.”

“Don’t be rude.”

I gave him a little smirk. “You’re wearing a very expensive suit of clothing now. I see.”

“These are Hendris’s. He loaned them to me.”

“In that case, I’ll take great pleasure in ripping them back off of you.”

His eyes widened, then clouded with lust. “You can’t do that. These clothes belong to the king.” He was blushing, but I thought he might like my possessiveness over him. He should get used to it.

“But you’re the king now.”

His fingers found a button on my shirt, and he began to fiddle with it, twirling it around and around and keeping his face lowered, but still looking up at me from under his lashes. He was blatantly flirting. “You really won’t do that, will you?”

I smiled. “Watch me.”

He pretended to pout and turned as if to move away, but I caught his wrist and reeled him back in. “Don’t run from me,a chuisle. You’ve started this. Now stay and finish it.”

I might have relented and let him go if I hadn’t seen the naked lust in his eyes. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, though it was hard for him to admit it. This was a game we were playing, he and I. And it was one I fully intended to win.

Hendris suddenly appeared to invite us to dine with him and the councilor later on. He was mostly addressing his comments to Killian, but I answered for him, smoothly cutting in.

“My consort is a little fatigued and needs to rest a while. Of course, afterward…”

After I’ve thoroughly fucked him until he can barely walk, that is...I left those words to be implied. I smiled at Hendris and settled Killian a little closer in my arms. “Afterward, we’ll be happy to join you.”

I could see by the stiffness of Hendris’s face that he may not have heard my thoughts, but he’d known exactly what I’d been thinking. I thought about winking at him, but I didn’t want to push it too far.

I took Killian’s arm and led him back upstairs to the room we’d been in earlier that week. I’d been concerned about privacy from Hendris, but that didn’t bother me nearly as much as before. I walked Killian straight over to the bed, pulling off his clothing as we went. I found a silver locket around his throat and held it in my hand.

“What’s this? Did Hendris give this to you?”

“No. It belonged to my mother. The lady at the inn gave it to me. She said she used to be one of my mother’s attendants.”

“Good,” he said softly, slipping it off over my head and putting it down on the table next to the bed. “Then I won’t have to break it and shove it down Hendris’s throat.”

“Bracca…he’s been very good to me.”

“Oh, I bet he has. Now it’s my turn.”

I threw his waistcoat and cravat on the floor, followed by his shirt. By that time, we were at the bed, so I threw him down on his back and enjoyed stripping off his boots and then his trousers. Next came his small clothes and those I simply ripped right off him as he made a sound suspiciously like a squeal and tried to get away. I caught him easily and threw him back down naked on his back against the pillows and then crawled on top of him to describe to him in detail exactly what I was going to do to him.

He surprised me by looking up at me and saying, “You talk too much. Get on with it.”

I laughed out loud and quickly divested myself of my clothing. He was beautifully made. His body wasn’t overly muscular, but he was perfectly formed, and he was fairly tall for a Fae creature—all lean muscle, as hard as the ice on the waves. His moonbeam-white skin was as warm as it was silky to the touch. I reached for the long, pale length of him, and it was like greeting a beloved friend. How could I have missed it so much after only one night apart? I took a great deal of interest in my own cock, but there was something about his that made me want to fondle and stroke it all the time. He pulled me down toward him and dropped another soft kiss on my lips and then trailed kisses down my throat. Impatiently, I thrust up against him, wanting to move things along, pushing my aching cock against his stomach and grinding into him a little.

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