Page 143 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
Especially because I was up there trying to help you.
Gazing down at me, half a smile on his face, Lucais shook his head with glimmering adoration. “Put your mouth back on my cock, start sucking on it, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. You want political secrets? Blackmail material?” He grunted, the sound low and gravelly. “Do that thing with your tongue again, bookworm, and they’re all fucking yours.”
With a little laugh, I did exactly that, twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, sliding it beneath the base of the head, and then applying pressure as I jerked him off with my hand and lapped up the trace amounts of his excitement pooling in the line at the end. Lucais’s moans were a series of sexy sounds that spurred me on, beautiful and vulnerable as they echoed through his bedroom and dove inside my heart.
Moving my hand down to the base of his shaft again and squeezing, I sucked until my cheeks hollowed out and the taste of him was the only thing I could remember ever having on my tongue.
“All I can think about is the way it feels when I’m with you,” he rasped. “Fuck the Court of Earth. I want to bury myself inside you so deep that I’ll never be able to crawl back out.” His hand slid into my hair, pushing me a little deeper onto his erection and groaning when I obeyed, though I gagged and tears spilled down my cheeks.
“I don’t want to go to war,” Lucais breathed, his voice shaky as my movements increased in speed. “I want to go to bed with you. I want to rail you until you can’t walk, until your pussy has coaxed every last drop of come from my body. I want to make you see stars. I want to make you”—he grunted as his release spilled into my throat—“fucking”—he took my head in both hands and held it in place while he pushed one last, long thrust into my mouth as deep as he could go, so far that it forced some of his come to spill out of the corner of my mouth—“mine.”
My heart did a pirouette as I swallowed the taste of his climax.
Once he had pumped the last of his come down the back of my throat, Lucais bent down to wipe the mess from my chin and placed a kiss on my mouth.
Before I could even swipe the moisture away from my lashes, I was on my back on the floor and he was kissing his way down my body, ripping and tugging my clothes out of his way with nearly feral ferocity so his lips could clash against my bare skin. A raging heat burned in my core. His teeth grazed my nipples, sucking them into his mouth as his hands fumbled with the waistband of my pants, clumsily pulling them down. Then, he worked his mouth over my stomach until he had undressed enough of my body that he could force my knees apart, exposing me to himself and the cool bite of the air.
“This.” His eyes were a wild shade of gold as they devoured me. “This is what I fucking need.”
It would be a lie to suggest that I didn’t know exactly what he was talking about. I felt it, too—an all-consuming, constant, maddening desire. Like I was incomplete until he was inside me. Like my vision was blurred until he came back into focus.
“You should have warned me it would be like this,” I uttered breathlessly. While he worked my pants free of my legs completely, I brushed the sweat-dampened hair back from my forehead. “I didn’t know it would be likethis.”
“Oh, yeah,” Lucais grunted, spreading my naked legs all the way apart and sliding a finger down my centre until it was wet with my arousal. He gave me a sardonic look as he slipped that finger inside of me, eliciting a quiet moan before he slowly bent his head between my thighs. “Because I knew in advance from all of the other fated soulmates I’ve had.”
Then, his tongue was on my clit, and I was unravelling again.
I was halfway through a moan, on the brink of an indelicate release when the door opened and Wrenlock strode over the threshold. He paused, an unreadable expression on his face as he looked down at us, but it was enough to send me over the edge. My squeal of surprise as I stared at him upside down morphed into a moan of ecstasy as Lucais’s mouth and hand brought me over the edge, and I was grateful that Wrenlock waited to speak, watching with delayed interest while I settled into the aftershocks.
“Enyd is demanding that everyone has dinner together,” he said, looking a little regretful. I couldn’t tell if it was because he’d missed out on our bedroom floor activities or if it was because he didn’t want to dine with Enyd, either.
Maybe both.
Lucais’s tongue gave me one final, lazy stroke before he lifted his head and groaned. “Fine.” He rose to stand, then scooped me into his arms. “After we’ve cleaned up, we’ll come downstairs to meet the wretch. What’s her favourite food?”
“Uhh…” Wrenlock shrugged, his mouth turning down at the corners. “Ithinkshe’s partial to seafood?”
Tutting under his breath, Lucais carried me into the bathroom, and shouted over his shoulder, “Make sure we serve anything but that!”
fifty
The Court of Water
“Ihave a question.”
“Yes, bookworm?”
We had been mostly silent for the whole shower, applying soap to each other with professional concentration. Lucais stood behind me while the water ran over my back, his hands massaging my scalp as he washed my hair.
“The bond changed some things…” I ventured. “Has it changed the way you feel about Wrenlock being with us? Do you mind? Sharing, that is.”
The High King angled his head so that his eyes met mine, a crease forming between his brows. “Are you comparing our life to those books again?”
Scrunching my nose, I blinked away the droplets of water sliding over my face. “I suppose so.”
Lucais sighed and leaned back, returning to the task of rinsing my hair. “You’re aware that I could’ve had him tried and hung for the things he wants to do to you?”
I scoffed. “He’s your best friend.”
