Page 48 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
She should’ve, but she hadn’t! “I think we need to talk to your father about other arrangements.”
“No.”
“No?” Sterling whisper-shouted. “This is nothing like the mating ceremony where that couple looked like they’ve loved each other for years. I’m also not a wolf who just fucks in front of anyone. Most humans have a normal ceremony, then consummate elsewhere in private! We’ve never even been intimate with each other.”
“I’m not a human.” Winter set down his carving tools on the desk and left his chair to go out on the balcony without a glance back at her.
Sterling gaped at the door he’d just walked through.Infuriating bastard.Who did he think he was walking out on? They wereengagednow, after all. She tightened her fists and met the prince outside, the crisp autumn breeze ruffling Winter’s hair.
“We’re in the middle of a discussion,” she said between gritted teeth.
“Never say I don’t listen to my betrothed’s concerns. Sit on the ledge,” Winter demanded.
Sterling scoffed. “And fall to my death? Or have you push me? No.”
He smirked. “You’re not dying tonight. Now sit. I won’t let you fall.”
It was sturdy enough, she supposed. Sterling side-eyed him but climbed up on the stone edge of the balcony. Before she could adjust herself, Winter’s strong hands gripped her knees and spread her legs apart. She gasped at his sudden rough movements, but then his hold loosened slightly. The prince’s hands skated up her thighs, making goosebumps rise on her skin. His grip tightened once more on her hips as he drew her against him.
“Go on then,” he encouraged. “Let’s take our fill ofintimacybefore the ceremony.” He leaned in and skated his lips over her jaw. “Make the guards below envious that I’m the one betweenyour legs right now.” Sterling dragged in a shaky breath and glanced over the edge of the balcony to see three guards standing in the gardens. Winter nipped at her earlobe, drawing her attention back to him, and heat pooled in her core. He wanted to … practice? One night of touching each other wouldn’t be enough to make her comfortable with the mating ceremony, but her traitorous hands loosened the buttons of Winter’s shirt. She ran her palms up his bare chest, memorizing the hard planes.
Her breath hitched when he slid his sharp canines across her skin. His warm lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Take off your dress.” And then he backed away from her, watching and waiting to see if she would listen,obey.
It was a hint of what was to come, and if she were to unveil herself in front of a full audience, she needed the practice. Swallowing deeply, Sterling kicked off her boots and hiked up her skirt to peel the fabric over her head, then let the dress drop to the ground.
Winter’s eyes grew hooded, and he skimmed a callused hand down her side, the curve of her breast, her waist, to her backside. Arousal pooled between her legs and she fisted his shirt, ready to beg for him to help her find release. Seeming to sense as much, Winter knelt before her, his fingers digging into her flesh, and he bit his lip while staring up at her. A moment later, his mouth found her center. His tongue licked up her core, and her eyelids fluttered. When his thumb found her clit, she whimpered, her back arching while his other hand maintained its strong grip on her hip, preventing her fall.
Winter tasted her fully, devouring parts of her that she didn’t know could be sampled. She tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling on it as she moaned, not minding how loud she was as her body quaked with pleasure.
“There. Easy enough,” Winter said, his tone bored. He turned away from her and sauntered back into his room as if he hadn’tjust fucked her with his tongue on the castle balcony, as if it had all been one of his wicked games.
Sterling caught her breath and slid down from the balcony.What the fuck is wrong with him? Without bothering to grab her clothing, she stomped into Winter’s room and found him in his chair about to carve again.
“What is wrong with you?” she spat.
“Many things.” He smirked.
She took the block of wood and hurled it across the room. “I’m not one of your harlots. What are you going to do tomorrow night? Fuck me and then act as if it’s just any other day?”
Winter stood from his chair, tilting her chin up harshly with his forefinger. “You’ll ride me, and then, yes, I’ll pretend none of it happened. Even though that’s all I will fucking think about.You. As I have been. If you had just died in the first game, things wouldn’t have been so complicated. This is your fault.”
“Because you saved me, you fool!” she seethed, shoving his chest. “Twice, I might add.”
Winter narrowed his eyes. “Why do you, a pitiful human, make it impossible to think of anything else? Why have you been on my mind ever since we first met, ever since I let you go at your bitch grandmother’s? Why couldn’t you have just been a fucking wolf?”
Her nostrils flared as she glared up at him. “And why couldn’t you be a human who isn’t half cruel.”
“Only half?” He backed her into the wall until there was no space between them, and she could feel the strain of his hard cock.
“You’re a bastard.” She kept her eyes trained on his and drew off his shirt, then unfastened his trousers. He didn’t bat an eyelash as she yanked them down to his ankles and knelt before him. Sterling took in his long perfect length, the glistening pearlat the glorious tip. She gripped him roughly and licked the bead from his cock before taking him fully into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Winter growled. It was him this time who tangled his fingers in her hair, squeezing it roughly as he guided his length further between her lips.
She pumped him while discovering his flavors, letting him fuck her mouth, again and again, working him until he jerked, his warm salty cum spilling onto her tongue. And then she stood, mirroring the bored image he’d displayed earlier. “I suppose I’ll go for a walk.”
Before Sterling could grab her dress and boots from the balcony, Winter’s strong hand clasped her wrist and he whirled her to face him, his lips crashing to hers. He kissed her with a ferocity that she didn’t quite understand, but in a way she wished would never end as he led her to his bed. Winter held her on top of him, skin against skin, and kissed her until his cock hardened once more.
He sat up with Sterling straddling his strong thighs, his fingers pressed deliciously into her hips while he glided her along his velvety length. She moaned, needing more. More of his savage pleasure.
