Page 50 of Royal Captive
I jerked, and realized with embarrassment I’d done too good a job at distracting myself; I’d nearly gone limp inside of her.
“My apologies,” I rasped out, focusing on her breasts. They were round, with perfect pink nipples. Her waist nipped in before flaring out, with thick thighs that looked like they could squash my head if I ever dove between them.
“There we are. Stay focused, darling,”
Focus. Right. And what was I supposed to focus on again? She was so wet, so hot, and it had been so long since I—
“Aaah!”
She cried out and tightened around me, inner walls clenching and bearing down hard on my cock. I couldn’t have stopped coming if I’d wanted to.
A shudder left my lips as my body convulsed, every muscle clenching and tightening as I came hard inside of her.
Sticky bodies clung together as we came down off our highs, our panting breaths intermingling until I wasn’t sure whose air was whose.
Lightly she slapped my cheek, grinning. “That’s a good boy.”
Before I could react, she slid off me, hopping off the bed and shrugging on a nearly sheer black robe.
“Father wants us in the throne room by noon for a strategy session. Must be big, because even Feyanna was invited,” Fallon noted dryly, tugging on the tie around her waist to ensure it was snug.
“Tidy yourself up and eat.”
She breezed through the doorway, letting a guard shut it primly behind her.
“I’m not a child,” I protested to the empty air, resentment brimming in my veins. I didn’t need to be instructed to bathe and eat, for the sake of the gods.…
A strategy session. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? Access to the king through Fallon, and being able to have an impact and save Eve.
Reluctantly, I got up and started my day. It wasn’t like I had any control over any of it at all.
“Ah. Sleeping beauty arrives.” Fennis lounged lazily on his throne while a dozen figures sat on the floor on pillows below his dais. Based on their features and coloring, all were childrenof his. I only recognized Fallon and Feyanna. The males eyed me with disdain.
“I told you that I only left him in bed,Papa. Not that he was sleeping.” Fallon smiled coyly at her father from her pillow at his right side, the only child sitting on the same level as him.
Perhaps I wasn’t the reason the males looked so stony.
Feyanna was regulated to the end of the row on my left, as far away from the throne as possible. a
Fennis grinned at me, flashing his fangs. “Are you ready to work, my half-breed friend? You may sit at my daughter’s feet like the dog you are.”
He gestured vaguely to a pillow so threadbare and moth eaten that I would have been better served sitting on the hard marble. Fallon giggled and patted the step just below her.
Rage bubbled beneath the surface of my veins, but I squelched it down. Closing my hands into fists, I kept my face blank as I sat down on the step, staring down the rest of his children sitting in front of me.
The faces of each male went red with rage. I may be Fallon’s pet, but the message was clear: I was still abovethem.
I wondered a bit at that. Did the king want to anger his children into fighting? Or was he trying to send a message?
Could be both.
“Where’s Shyllon and Alihandro? I’m shocked you’re daring to start anything without them,” bit out a male in front of me, his long black hair straight and held away from his face with two sapphire pins.
Fennis waved a hand dismissively at him. “They are occupied with my little gift to them.” He grinned nastily at me. “I hear she’s quite good. Isn’t that right?”
Smoke curled up from between my hands. Glancing down, charred marble spread out from the ground where it came into contact with any part of my body. I couldn’t be bothered to care.
“That’s not what I heard. I heard Shyllon and Cassus spirited her away to one of Shyllon’s mansions right under your nose before any fun could happen.” The son who’d spoken was next to Feyanna, his hair a dark brown instead of the jet black of the others. His eyes were vivid blue, but a clear mark of human heritage.
