Page 35 of Filthy Royal

“Yes, it’s part of my duties as a prize. Kadon’s father, Andor Stormhart, is a Brotherhood member and a major investor in the Consortium tournaments. Big investors like him are always offered a special look at the prize.” There was a wariness to her voice Damien didn’t like and that same tight smile he’d hoped to never see again.

“That better be all he did.”

“Of course, even an Alpha as powerful as Andor Stormhart can’t touch a prize.”

“What did Kadon say?” He noticed she hadn’t yet given him an answer.

It looked like they’d need a lot more practice to get her comfortable opening up.

She shrugged. “Not much. We exchanged a few words. He asked if he could fetch me a drink. Egan told him I was fine.”

So the fucker was thoughtful as well as handsome. Great.

There wasn’t a soul alive who didn’t know Stormhart’s father was a bigwig in the Brotherhood who’d made his fortune through raiding. He’d put a lot of time and money into his son’s training and it showed. His heir, Kadon, was an excellent fighter.

But Damien was sure he was better.

Scarlett’s hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him from his thoughts. “I’m done eating—and talking.”

He was still deciding about her sudden shift in mood, and whether he should push a little more, when she scooted backwards and climbed off his lap.

With no more warning, she dropped to her knees between his spread thighs, her mouth inches from the bulge pushing against his leathers. “I’m hungry for something else.” Her tongue flicked out, leaving a shiny spot on his pants—and almost making him come on the spot. “And you told me I should tell you what I want.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He tangled his fingers in her silky hair as his other hand tugged at his laces. “Then let me feed you.”

He undid his laces faster than he ever had in his life.

His hand slipped into his leathers and pulled out his dick, fisting it as her hungry gaze locked on his movements.

He’d never been more aware of the thick veins that snaked along his shaft, from his balls to its mushroom top. Or the ridges that banded his cock at regular intervals.

“Big.” The word left her in a whispered huff.

He winked. “Just like the rest of me.”

“I want to lick it.” She leaned closer, her breath skimming his thigh, that soft, sweet purr vibrating against his skin.

His dick twitched in his palm, a drop of liquid spilling from the tip.

He wanted to thrust it between her pretty red lips so bad, then flip her over and fuck her as he sank his fangs into her throat and planted a youngling in her belly… But then the Consortium would know, and she’d be in danger.

So he locked down the impulse and focused instead on how much he liked the way she looked at him.

Not as if he was a bruiser, but a champion.

It humbled him.

And gave him the strength to sound almost in control as he rasped, “I’d like that, baby. I’d like you to lick it very much.”

Her red lips formed a welcoming O.

With a grunt, he slid his hips forward on the chair, eyes rolling back when she tongued his slit. “Fuck, yes.”

“You taste so good.” Her tongue coiled around his shaft as a purr vibrated from her throat, traveling straight to his dick.

His vision turned red. He dug one set of claws into the metal seat to keep his ass planted right where it was.

“You’re shaking.” One small hand came to rest on his thigh.

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