Page 145 of Dukes of Peril

With Sy, I find, it’s the edge of a knife. A loaded hand grenade. Two bodies struggling to only take what the other is willing to give. I see the restraint in the tremble of his arms, the guttural grunt that’s just below his throat with every thrust. But mostly, I see the way he’s watching me–so closely that it’s almost as intense as the feeling of fullness between my legs.

“Lav,” he breathes, rocking me harder into the bed. There’s a tenderness in his eyes that I’ve grown used to seeing in early mornings, soft and drowsy and so quiet. “Say you’ll be my Queen.”

I grip his hair, releasing the cry that’s been building in my chest. “Yes.”

“Say it.” He punches in faster, the muscles in his neck going tight. “Say it, baby. Tell me.”

Locking my ankles around him, I strain up to meet his lips. “I’ll be your Queen, Sy.”

His breath escapes in a hard gust that I meet with my own, because suddenly he’s working a hand between us, pressing two fingers into my aching clit. “It doesn’t hurt?” he asks, searching my eyes.

So fixed on chasing the sparks of his touch, it takes me a long time to understand the question–the gleam of concern in his eyes. My back hurts, of course, the bandage rubbing between the burn and the bed, but not enough to dull the knot of pleasure in my belly.

But then I look between us, down the length of our bodies.

Our pelvises are almost flush.

“Oh,” I breathe, hypnotized as I watch his dick appear, only to glide back inside. “Oh, my god, I’m–” That’s how I finally erupt, my body seizing at the realization I’m taking somuchof him. It escapes me in a strangled cry, my heels slamming hard against his flexing ass as I shudder hard.

A feral sound rips from Sy’s chest, forehead pinning mine. His thrusts grow short and more pointed, his cock thickening inside my clenching walls, and then not only do I feel it, but Iseeit, my eyes still fixed on where we meet.

He comes with a harsh groan, his abs tensing as he spills inside me with a wave of sudden warmth. It spreads through me, filling me with hard jerks of his cock.

Abruptly, he lurches back, sliding out of me with a grunt. Before I can do much more than tense, his palm is pressed to my center, wide eyes holding mine.

“Are you okay?” he pants out, ducking down to inspect me with frantic eyes. “Fuck, I got so into it that I just–”

My legs fall limp, a chuckle bouncing from my belly. “Sy, I’m good.” I reach out, tugging him to lay beside me. “I’m fucking perfect. Promise.”

The tension falls out of him like a boulder, and he falls back, chest heaving. “Christ. Come here.”

We’re quiet for a moment, just skin and sweat and the feel of what he left between my legs. Next to me he shifts, propping up on his elbow. I look into his face and see the intensity lurking in his eyes. “What?”

“I was serious before,” he brushes hair off my sticky neck. “I can’t do this without you. I need you to be my Queen.”

“There’s no need to ask me. Duchess, girlfriend, Queen… it’s all the same.” I press a kiss on his shoulder. “I’m yours, Simon Perilini. Any name, any time, any place.”

The buzz doesn’t wakeme.

Not for a while.

Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I hear the sound and just feel an odd sense of serenity, like I know I’m safe with the sound. Looked after. Cherished. I swim in it for a long while, feeling warm and sated, the flutter through my hair not even enough to rouse me out of the goodness.

Eventually, however, the ache in my bladder pushes me to the surface.

When I blink my eyes open, the first thing I see is Nick’s chest.

I’m still in Sy’s bed, tucked into Nick’s side, cheek pressed into his shoulder. His arm is beneath my neck and every five heartbeats, his fingers begin a new stroke through my hair. He’s texting someone–Killian, from the looks of it.

Special K: Ashby requested an audience.

So did BK

And the mayor

Find a place that can fit this many egos

Lifting my eyes, I realize the buzzing sound is coming not from the phone, but from across the room, where Remy sits in Sy’s desk chair. It takes a few blinks to make out another chair–obviously brought in from the kitchen–and that Sy is the one sitting in it.

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