Page 53 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
But when Winter tangled his fingers into her hair and brought his lips to hers in a fierce kiss, the audience slowly faded away, and she thought about no one in the room but him. He stroked her tongue with his, then dipped his head to her ear and whispered, “Ride my cock. I can’t look like a fool in front of him. I’ve never...”
Sterling’s eyes widened. Never what? Never fucked before? That couldn’t be what he’d meant? The prince frequented brothels every chance he could get… He’d even gone to one when she’d been alone in the cage at his manor. Or had he? How could he have not fucked anyone? He was deft in all his movements the night before, but he hadn’t wanted to bury his cock in her just yet… She’d thought it had been because he’d wanted to wait for the ceremony.
Winter’s canines glided down her neck to her bare shoulder, and she gasped when he sank them into her flesh, giving her the mark of a mate. Was that meant to feel erotic? She wanted to slap him as her shoulder throbbed, but when his tongue licked over the wound, her eyelids fluttered from the seductive movement.
Sterling grasped his hair and yanked his head to the side, then bit into his shoulder as hard as she could to draw blood. He must’ve not felt the same pain she had because his cock hardened against her, and she mirrored his motions by licking his salty blood from the wound.
Winter tugged her against him and brought her into his lap on the furred bedding. For the briefest of moments, his mask lifted and a hint of nervousness stared back at her. With her eyes, she told him not to worry and that she would handle this.
Sterling captured his lips with hers so no one would see before he lowered to his back. She glided up and down his length to start somewhere familiar, the place where they’d left off the prior night. It didn’t take long before her body reacted and a low groan rose from Winter’s throat.
Once her core ached, needing more, she reached between them and positioned his cock at her entrance. She sank down on him fully, and he growled in pleasure, his canines slipping out once more. Her breath hitched at how good he felt inside her depths, and his hands clamped down on her buttocks as she rode him.
Sterling pressed her hands into his shoulders while she ground harder against him. For a bit more friction, she arched back and rolled her hips. One of Winter’s hands cupped her breast, his thumb caressing her nipple. She peered down at him, and by the way his canines dug into his lower lip, he was holding back his own release for her.
The euphoria built, and her pace became faster, low moans escaping her until rapture quaked through her. Winter groaned, his body shuddering, his fingers digging into her flesh. The prince’s hooded eyes remained fixed on hers as his chest heaved. She’d needed this, needed to ride someone’s cock for weeks—she just hadn’t known it would be the prince’s to satisfy her. A virginprince who’d pretended to have fucked more harlots than she could’ve imagined.
A few whistles and cheers erupted from the audience, reminding Sterling she’d just fucked the prince in front of a crowd.
They needed to finish the ceremony, so Sterling peeled herself from Winter, and they both stood, flushed and sweaty, as Valco approached them, a strange grin spread across his face. The king’s gaze remained on her breasts before veering to his son. “That was rather surprising. Are you certain you loathe her?” He dipped his thumb into a goblet of blood and pressed crimson to their foreheads.
“Now, the royal court will celebrate.” Valco smirked. “Go wherever you wish.”
“I’ll take my bride to my room so she can clean my cock with her mouth,” Winter snapped, grasping Sterling’s arm, then tugging her out into the hallway. He released her and walked away from her at a brisk pace.
Sterling didn’t even care that she was bare after being in a room full of guests. She wouldn’t ever want to put the king’s dress back on either.
“Winter!” Sterling shouted and hurried after the prince, but he ignored her. She continued following him up the stairs, down the hall, and into his room. “Winter, we need to talk.”
He whirled around to face her. “About what? To boast how fucking pathetic I am?”
“You’re not pathetic,” she said gently. “Why didn’t you tell me? You could’ve told me last night.”
His jaw clenched. “It wasn’t important.”
“Not important?” Sterling hissed. “But you visit brothels! Were you only seeking out the harlots for oral pleasure, then?”
“No. Nothing.” He heaved a sigh. “It’s all for show, Sterling. Don’t you understand?”
Nothing? “No, I don’t! That’s why I’m asking you!”
“You were the first girl I was ever fascinated by,” Winter started. “Ahuman. Even after I discovered you shared blood with that bitch of a huntress, I still couldn’t get you out of my head for years. Then I found my mate and was content that destiny had finally done something right. I fell in love with Talia. Of course, we touched each other a few times, but I wanted to wait to fuck her. I’d heard how special a mating ritual could be if a husband gave himself to his bride for the first time during the ceremony, and I wanted that. But the night before ours, my father manipulated Talia into fucking him. It’s never matteredwhyshe betrayed me.” He held up a hand before Sterling could speak. “I’d resigned myself to a life of solitude until I saw you again at the hanging. There you were, and all the memories of you resurfaced. I wanted to find you, speak to you, reprimand you,fuckyou, but I didn’t expect you to be Red Riding Hood. The woman I’d despised for my entire adult life was the same woman I’d wanted even longer than that. It changed everything. And nothing.”
Sterling’s lips parted, taken aback by what he’d just professed. He’d not only loathed her butlikedher. Foryears? The prince had murdered her grandmother, stolen her brother, forced her to play in his games, held her in a cage, made her yearn for his touches, and now he was telling her all these things? “Fuck you,” she murmured.
“No, fuck you,” Winter said, caging her against the wall, his lithe body pressed to hers. “Fuck you for making me give a damn.” His hand trailed down her scar. “And fuck you for making me want you again already.”
Sterling’s lips crashed into his, and he lifted her into his arms, then brought her to his bed. His body was flush atop hers as he kissed her, nipping at her lip, her jawline, her neck.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her and she gasped in pleasure. She didn’t even need to show him what she liked—he somehow knew. He may not have pleasured in a brothel, but she was certain he’d seen enough there to learn precisely what a woman wanted.
Winter brought her leg around his waist and ground himself against her as he moved inside her. His fingers circled her clit, and she cried out when her second orgasm of the night hit. She grasped Winter’s buttocks when his pace picked up, the bed shaking beneath her, followed by a guttural groan escaping him.
His eyes held hers as he pulled out of her and rolled to his back. He remained beside her, peering up at the ceiling, but she didn’t rest her head against his chest. Should she? This was different than when she’d been with Nareth. It was always friendship between them—nothing more. Yet this … she wasn’t sure whatthiswas at all. They weren’t friends. Yet she no longer hated him.
“Should I leave?” she asked.
His hand grasped hers. “Stay.”
