Page 30 of Shrine of Fire

I whimpered at that, warmth curling through me. The orgasm built inside me, hotter and tighter as I sped up. I started bouncing, my hips on his, the friction making the stretched places inside me go off like fireworks. “Oh yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

Hashir cupped my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples the way he knew I liked.

“Told you that you couldn’t resist,” I panted, bracing myself against his hips, loving how my breasts and even ass cheeks bounced as I did. It felt erotic and naughty and sexy, all at once.

“You can’t blame me.” Hashir shifted his legs, putting his feet on the mattress so I could lean against his thighs if I wanted. The angle moved me forward enough that the friction wound tighter, leaving me gasping.

His hand drifted to the place where our bodies met. He flicked his fingertips over my clit, almost casually.

I cried out, the sensation lighting everything up inside me. “Hashir, don’t stop.”

He pressed his fingers against my clit. “Like that?” His words were swallowed into a growl.

I impaled myself up and down on him, the friction of his fingers rubbing against my clit making my body wind tighter and tighter until everything exploded.

I cried out and pushed one more time onto his knot. Hashir groaned, coming, the warm liquid filling me up. Locking his cock in place created pressure around my entrance and, coupled with his fingers still rubbing my clit, I came again, this time my body bowing out of the match.

I collapsed against his chest, my pussy still fluttering and clenching against his knot and I pressed a drunken kiss to his skin.

Hashir began to purr, a rattling sound in his chest that made my whole body relax. He stroked his hands down my back.

“Feel good?”

“Amazing.” I sighed. “You’re not upset? That you couldn’t be there tonight?”

“Course not.” He kissed my temple. “It’s politics.”

“I missed you.” I rubbed my cheek against his chest, wanting my scent all over him so no one would be confused whose alpha he was.

“Missed you too.” He kept stroking his hands down my back.

For a moment, it was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to bond me. I wanted him close, and I couldn’t imagine thinking otherwise.

But it was too soon. I’d only lost my pack a few months ago. I had to be sure, so that I didn’t hurt Hashir.

I settled for rubbing my cheek against his chest and cuddling against him all night.

And this time, when I fell asleep, it was Hashir in my dreams biting me, bonding us together for all time.

Heading back to my room after being with Nova all night almost killed me. Each footstep was like lifting a heavy weight. Every ounce of my body willed me to turn back, to throw myself at her feet. I’d never seen her smile like that, and now it was all I wanted to see.

But as I rounded the corner to my quarters, I saw that Mei, one of my father’s personal servants, stood perfectly still next to my door.

My stomach flipped over. Mei was stone-faced, admittedly beautiful, with rare jade-green eyes, and straight black hair. She was my father’s current favorite servant, and that, combined with her icy demeanor, gave me the chills. I was never sure if she followed her King’s orders because she wanted to climb the social ladder, or if there was some other more sinister motive there.

She had to be stone-faced and cold-hearted to withstand anything my father would put her through to make her a personal servant.

I gave her a polite nod. I always erred on the side of being aloof and pleasant with the palace servants. I was sure, given a chance, half of them would turn me over to my father for a crumb of acknowledgement from the King. Better to stay on their good side as much as possible without showing weakness.

“How can I be of assistance, Mei?”

She looked at my feet. Already showing reverence to the Crown Prince. I guessed she wasn’t taking any chances either. “The Ember King requests your presence.”

“Now? I just left his chamber.”

“Yes.” Her tone didn’t change, but I sense an underscore of scorn.

My father was the King. He could wake me from my bed at three in the morning, only to make me wait on my knees for hours if he wanted. He’d done it before.

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