Page 25 of Stormbinder King
Fuck
I got up, dried some flowers, dried some fresh berries to save for the winter, even tried my clumsy hands at sewing myself a dress. Everyone made their own clothes here, but I was still hopeless with a needle.
Butnothingworked to distract me.
Jack was gone all day and with every minute my need for his cock increased.
I wanted to run after my fated mate, howling for him to come back. My wet pussy was so swollen each step it rubbed painfully against my legs, making me even more anxious to find him.
What in theworldwas wrong with me?
Some kind of psychotic ovulation caused by being near my fated mate?
This was way more intense than any monthly cycle I’d ever had.
My tattoo felt heated, and I touched it gingerly, feeling a rush of lust that made me weak at the knees.
My brain buzzed so hard I couldn’t even concentrate, and it was a feeling of almost sick relief when I heard my mate’s musical low tones below.
“Come down for supper, Andromeda, my darling. We’re all back from hunting.”
I swallowed hard, smoothing down my white skirt, still forced to wear Jack’s much bigger tunics belted at my waist because of my inability to make my own clothes.
Two pairs of his pants were soaked with arousal and thrown in the corner for washing. I only hoped he wouldn’t ask me about them.
As soon as I heard his voice, I shot to the rope ladder, climbing down it through the swampy soup of late afternoon, my legs feeling weak as I landed on the forest floor.
Forcing myself to move slowly, I began to walk toward the dining hall, hoping the smell of my arousal wasn’t embarrassingly evident to every shifter here.
Dozens of magically-lit candles filled the dark-wood dining hall with a soft, gentle light.
Jack sat across the main table from his brother, lounging carelessly in his chair, his long legs stretched in front of him.
I felt tension crackle and snap in the air.
Symeon flicked a glance in my direction, the king’s dark hooded eyes resting on me for the pause of a heartbeat. His lip curled up and my stomach clenched with nerves.
Did he think I wasn’t good enough for his brother?
Well, that was too bad, because Jack was in love with me and the King couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Someone handed me a tray of juicy cut meats, and I set it down in front of them.
I badly wanted to beg Jack to take me somewhere and fuck me, but I felt too proud to.
I would just have to wait.
But oh god, my mate smelled so good.
Cinnamon decadence wafting over me and settling between my thighs. My skin was on fire, prickly waves of heat going up and down my skin and making my fingers tingle.
“Thank you,” Jack said, catching my hand and running a finger languidly up my arm, curving along the crook of my elbow.
I gasped audibly and embarrassingly, my breasts swelling painfully against the soft fabric of my shirt.
The King’s gaze was scornful.
Why wouldn’t he look away from me?
