Page 54 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
CHAPTER TWENTY
WINTER
The first thing Winter saw when he woke was the beautiful woman curled up on the bed beside him.Sterling.His mate. Her short hair was mussed around her face, her lips parted with gentle breaths, and she appeared softer when she slept. The prince’s heart accelerated as he studied her features.
Even her jagged scars were perfect.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, Winter settled onto his side and inched closer. He resisted the urge to reach out and caress her skin. This was too new for that. While they’d fucked the night before, she might not welcome his touch this morning—even if it was only to brush away the lock of hair clinging to her long eyelashes.
He’d lost his virginity to her in front of the pack, bound himself to her forever. But maybe she’d simply been caught in the moment and would regret it today. She’d taken pity on him by riding him instead of simply spreading her legs and allowing him to perform the task. Once he’d admitted his fears, she could’ve made the entire situation worse by refusing to enjoy his cock to embarrass him further.
“I can feel you watching me,” she whispered in a sleep-filled voice.
A smirk spread across Winter’s face. “As your mate, I’m allowed to look at you.”
“It’s unsettling,” she drawled without opening her eyes.
No, what was unsettling was that he hadn’t realized she was awake. Did that mean she was comfortable around him to appear so relaxed? He surveyed her, searching for any body language that would indicate that was untrue, discovering none.
So he let his gaze linger on her curves. The fur blankets dipped and hugged her figure in a way that made his hot blood thrum. “I like seeing you in my bed,” he told her before he could stop himself.
Sterling stared at him for a moment, almost seeming to wait for him to add something negative to the end of his statement before finally smiling. “Itisa rather comfortable bed.”
“As comfortable as my bed at the manor?” he purred, shifting closer, his gaze trailing down to her chest beneath the blanket.
She fidgeted as if testing the bedding. “It’s too similar to be sure.”
“I suppose we’ll have to fuck again when we return home. As a test, of course, to see which you prefer.” He hadn’t been able to get the image of Sterling touching herself in his bed out of his mind since she’d confessed it to him. His mind ran wild with how she would’ve looked as her body quaked, as her breaths came out ragged through pouty lips. No one around, completely free. Would her head have fallen back with her final moan?
“I’m sure we’ll fuck plenty of times in your manor now that we’re mated.”
He gave a slight shrug, though hearing her say that eased any lingering doubt from his mind. “Why wait? You could touch yourself now, like you did in my bed.”
Sterling bit her bottom lip, and, ever so slowly, her hand reached beneath the fur covers. She rolled to her back and opened her legs. The prince wanted to rip away the blanket so he could watch her fingers slide through her folds to enter her warm heat, circle her bundle of nerves, until she came apart.
But he remained still. Winter barely breathed as he watched her pleasure herself. Her chest rose and fell under the furs, her lips parted with bliss. She arched her back slightly, eyes closed, and her hand moved faster.
Winter took her chin and turned her head toward him. “Look at me when you come,” he ordered, his tone rough with desire.
Sterling’s eyes fluttered open and met his gaze, eliciting a low pleasurable moan from her. He released her chin but not her stare as she worked herself. When her legs opened wider, her thigh brushed against his hard length.
A small smirk played on her lips as she slid her other hand across the sheets toward his cock.
Winter caught her wrist. “Later.” When she opened her mouth to object, he swooped in and kissed her fiercely. Their tongues moved together, giving and taking, wickedly brutal and delicious, as his blood grew hotter, his lust consuming him.
“Wait.” He snatched her wrist, keeping her from finishing.
“Why?” she asked, blinking, her voice breathy.
“Tit for tat,” was all he said before shifting down the bed, tugging the blanket from her, and releasing her wrist so he could grab her thighs instead. Positioning his face between them, he impishly ran his tongue along her entrance, pulling a gasp from her. “Straddle my face,” he ground out, lying beside her.
Sterling grinned and leaned up on her elbows. “Oh, have you grown bold overnight?”
“Very much so,” he purred. “Face the footboard.” Winter gripped his cock, stroking it slowly, as she shifted on the bed. A moment later, her cunt hovered over his lips. He released himself and grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into soft flesh. “Do whatever you’d like with my cock. Suck it. Lick it. I don’t give a fuck.”
Before waiting for her to obey, he dove into her folds with his tongue, lapping up her flavors. She moaned and attempted to grind against him for more friction but stopped when he released her just long enough to give her thigh a soft slap.
She held still then, except for the movements required to cater to his hard length. Sterling circled the tip with her lips andreleased him while he worked her clit. She ran her tongue over his member, mirroring his movements, until he thrust upward in a silent plea for more.
