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I’m going to add eating her out for hours to my list of things to do to her after we’re officially mated. Just her naked and me buried between her legs, praising her, feeling her shudder and squirm and come on my tongue.

I push two fingers into her, curling them to stroke against that spongy knot of nerve endings in her, and she cries out.

Lifting my mouth, I look at her, thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm with my fingers. “Open your eyes, Princess.”

She does.

“Good girl, sweet girl.” I watch her as I dip down, licking her and lapping at her stiff little clit. “Mmm, fuck, Princess. You’re delicious.”

She whimpers like speech is out of her reach, and I return to my dessert because that’s what she is, sumptuous,special, something wonderfully sinful I could indulge in daily.

Her movements start to get frantic, her fingers tugging at my hair and her thighs squeezing at my head as I push her higher and higher.

She starts to stiffen and fight and then she comes, her pussy clenching my fingers, her juices so fucking delicious. I keep going, right until I get one more extra set of spasms from her, and she cries out.

Then my princess shudders and lies back, boneless. I slowly pull my fingers out, sucking them clean, and then lick her pussy one more time, all along her inner and outer lips, sucking on them until I’m sure I have all her juices. I lap her clit but she twists from me.

Grinning, I put her lace panties back in place, the ones I picked out yesterday. Violet is dreamy, her eyes dilated, slightly unfocused, but I help her up, putting her back together. Then I sit back and wait for my raging boner to go down. I’ll have to deal with the ache until I can get home to relieve it, but that’s fine. It’s something I sort of want. A reminder of this with every twinge of discomfort, every ache in my balls tonight.

I wipe my face with a hand towel.

She sits up, unsteady, and blinks, like a whole new world’s been opened to her. Like all this time, I was the key.

I lean forward.

“That, Princess Violet, is called eating you out.”

The battle-ax is in full commander mode. A dress today, a simple drape, no latest style for her, but it’s encrusted with jewels. All, I assume, are real.

“Something has changed.”

Violet, bless her, blushes bright red and twists her hands in front of her. I don’t need to read her mind to know what she’s thinking.

Us in the car. Pussy-licking.

“He didn’t… We didn’t…”

Sophine sighs. “This…” She waves a hand in the air like the room we’re in is the party. “This is just a normal event. But it’s one where I’ll be announcing the date of the mating ceremony.”

“Want to letusknow when? Since we can’t do that our fucking selves apparently?” I snap.

“Stephan. You’re my sister’s son. I didn’t like your father and I never let him speak to me that way, and that goes for you too. So watch your tongue.”

“Glad the dead can defend themselves, here.”

It doesn’t matter that I share her sentiments of my fucking father. But she sided with him in the whole thing with Cecilia. So fuck them both.

“Even Penrith doesn’t have the guts.” She looks at Violet like she’s studying a hothouse flower for bugs. “I’m the Monarch and you are my Luxe. I get to decide.”

When Violet doesn’t reply, Sophine raises a brow and smiles. “There’s no point in waiting, in my opinion. You both were so eager to get into thissituationthat I think sooner is better.”

Is she punishing us for faking a relationship andmanipulating things in our favor? I wouldn’t put it past her. The woman can carry a grudge.

It must run in the blood, because so can I.

“Out with it already.” I glare at her.

“This coming weekend.”

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