Page 26 of Stormbinder King
My chest rose and fell as Jack added another finger, curling around the whole of my arm now.
My breath hitched and caught in my throat, heartbeat stuttering in my chest, as I tried unsuccessfully to swallow a whimper.
I saw Symeon’s lip curl up further.
“Leave us, Andromeda.”
But Jack caught my arm.
“No, you don’t need to go anywhere. Come here, sweetheart,” my mate said, and I obediently stepped closer to him.
Jack captured my face with one strong hand, his eyes scanning my face with pleasure. His face was beautiful in an almost otherworldly way, his smile sinful as he cocked his head.
My heart melted inside me to see the high, perfectly symmetrical cheekbones, the way his sharp, clever eyes caught mine.
Aurelia paused beside us, too close not to notice her, and I glanced up to see her face, startlingly full of something that went beyond mere dislike. It felt dark, hateful.
Shehadto be one of Jack’s exes, someone jealous he’d found his fated mate.
Then I forgot Aurelia as he pulled me in for a kiss. I tasted the strong wine on his mouth, and his lips were sweet and warm on mine.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you, Andromeda?” he growled in my ear.
I flushed at his crude words.
But yes, I did very much want to be fucked.
Still, I felt Symeon’s eyes on me.
I nodded, gnawing on my lip.
My desire for my mate was shameful, consumed me.
He pulled away, licking my mouth as he went so that the tongue piercing scraped across the soft skin of my lips.
“If you want to come, go between my legs first,” Jack said, spreading his lean thighs wide.
I loved taking his thick, cinnamon-sweet cock in my mouth, but this was in front of the wholePack.
My cheeks flamed in embarrassment, and I looked around nervously, biting my lip.
Was everyone looking at me?
The Alpha King was, leaned back in his chair with his massive shoulders dwarfing both lights behind him.
My eyes met Symeon’s. They were dark, his face contemptuous.
How were they even brothers? They looked nothing alike, Jack’s clever light-bright white-gold beauty paired next to Symeon’s graceless harsh lined face and raven-black hair.
“Is it now the custom to take your cock out in the middle of dinner?” the King bit out.
“I have to satisfy Andromeda,” Jack said. “Can’t you smell her arousal? It’s perfuming over the entire dinner table.”
My cheeks flushed with pink shame, disgraceful arousal flushing my system.
Why couldn’t I control myself?
Symeon tightened his lips.
