Page 130 of Blood Day
“Prince Khalid.” I started to shake, my head moving back and forth. “No. He doesn’t look like…” I trailed off, thinking of the images I’d seen of him. “He’s always wearing a scarf.”
“He likes to hide,” Master Cedric replied. “But yes, it’s Prince Khalid. And for whatever reason, he has chosen to train you and Prospect One Hundred and Thirty-Nine together. In both combat and sexual gratification.”
My lips parted. “I’m… I’m to please him?”A royal? A prince? Someone who isn’t Master Cedric?My legs crossed on instinct. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want that at all.
“Maybe.” Master Cedric didn’t appear all that thrilled by the reply, his gaze narrowing as he set the washcloth offto the side. “For now, he’s only requested that your female-on-female course be redesigned to focus on just Prospect One Hundred and Thirty-Nine. With us being your instructors instead of Master Peyton.”
“Oh.” My brow furrowed. That didn’t sound all that bad. “Okay.”
He arched a brow. “You want to learn how to please women?”
“I… I don’t know.” I’d only ever been with male partners. “My advisor recommended it.”
“Yes, but doyouwant to fuck women?” he asked.
I swallowed, unsure of how to answer.
He leaned over me, his thigh parting mine as he forced my legs to uncross. His lips whispered across my cheek as he hovered over me with his hands on either side of my head.
“Does it make you hot, Lily? The idea of your tongue between another woman’s thighs?” He licked the shell of my ear, the heat of his body branding mine. “Of taking a woman’s nipple between your teeth and nibbling it, teasing her, drawing out the pleasure and tormenting her with your mouth? Kissing her? Eating her pussy until she screams your name?”
I shivered, his words doing weird things to me.
I liked hearing those words from his lips.
But more so because I wanted him to do those things to me.
“Mmm, I can smell your interest, sweet flower. Does that mean you’re interested in doing those things to another woman? Or are you imagining me doing those things to you?”
“You,” I whispered, uncertain of how to voice my desires and thoughts. “I like your tongue.”
“I know you do.” He kissed a path down my neck tomy breasts. This time he lifted my shirt rather than tugging it down and captured a nipple between his teeth just like he’d whispered.
I moaned. “Yes. That.”
“Do you want to do this to a woman? Does it make you hot?” he asked, laving the taut peak while holding my gaze.
I tried to picture it, to imagine doing this to another female.
But all I could see was Master Cedric.
I shook my head. “I don’t know.” Because I didn’t. It was too difficult to imagine. All I wanted was him. His touch. His tongue. His mouth. His hands. His… hiscock. “I want you.”
He grinned, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “If I tell you to eat her pussy for me, will you enjoy it? Knowing that it turns me on?”
That thought had my thighs clenching against his. If it was a show for him? “Yes.” Yes, I would like that a lot more.
He hummed, drawing his mouth back up to mine. “Good to know.” He kissed me softly again, his body hard against mine. “You need to eat something before sparring. Come, sweet flower. I’ll make you something in the kitchen, then we’ll head outside.”
I blinked as he slid off of me, his dark gaze beckoning me to follow.
So mercurial,I thought, breathless.So impossible to read.
And now it wasn’t just him.
But Prince Khalid, too.
None of this could bode well for me.
