Page 81 of Seduced By You

He snorted again. “There’s nothing poor about that cat. His problem is he thinks he’s regal. ’Bout time he learned there’s only one king around here, and it isn’t him.”

“Look at you.” I giggled. “Delusions of grandeur.”

Tugging on the belt around my middle, he parted the two sides of my robe. His hand burrowed inside my lace shorts. “A queen deserves a king, don’t you think?”

“Is that what I am?” I sucked in a breath as he pushed two fingers inside me. “A queen?”

“You’re my fucking queen.” He pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing in circles while his fingers massaged me on the inside. His soft lips explored my neck, journeying along my collarbone. Ever since the first time we’d slept together, I’d wondered how Kadon seemed to know instinctively how I liked to be touched, the fastest way to bring me to orgasm, or, conversely, how to slow me down when my body sprinted to the finish line.

“Keep going like that and I won’t last ten seconds.” He curled his fingers and sucked on my neck. I gasped again. “Make that five.”

His mouth closed over mine, a deep, drawn-out, lazy kiss. My lower abdomen grew heavy, my climax approaching too fast for me to hold on. I came, crying into Kadon’s mouth. My calves tightened. I curled my toes and fisted the sheets, my body in control, my mind chaotic. Joy and lust and pleasure tore through me. Tears leaked from my eyes. Not sad tears but a physical reaction to a spiritual experience. Kadon wasn’t a king; he was a god. Between the sheets, at least.

Andthatwas a thought I’d take to my grave.

He tugged my shorts down my legs and tossed them off the side of the bed. His T-shirt and boxers followed. Settling between my legs, he lined himself up.

“Stop. Don’t move.”

He paused, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. “Are you okay?”

“I am. But you might not be in a second.”

His dark brows drew inward. “I’m lost.”

I pointed behind him. Kadon twisted. “Ah, fuck.”

Dash stood beside the bed, claws drawn, coiled and ready to spring.

“What do I do?”

I grinned. “Pray.”

“If that bastard digs his claws into my balls, or any other precious part of my anatomy, he’d better prepare to sleep in the snow.” Kadon glared at Dash. Dash glared right back. “Want to stake your claim to your mistress, do you, little shit?” Dash’s back arched. “Too bad. I’ve already staked mine.”

Kadon thrust his hips. I cried out as he filled me, suddenly, completely. The man was either brave or stupid. A risk-taker. I considered cupping his balls if only to provide some protection from Dash, should he choose to strike. I caught my cat’s eye, sending him a silent warning.Don’t even think about it.

“Is he in retreat?”

“No.”

“Fuck’s sake. I refuse to be cockblocked by a goddamn cat.” He thrust again. Dash hissed. “Right, that’s it.”

Kadon pulled out of me. He rolled off the bed, his cock bobbing as he made a move toward Dash.

“I told you he was plotting something evil.”

Kadon went for Dash. Too slow. Dash darted past him and jumped up onto the bed. He took up position between my spread thighs, facing Kadon. Dash’s message was crystal clear:You want that pussy? Well, you have to get pastthispussy first.

I burst out laughing. “This is like a comedy sketch for porn channels.” Scooping Dash into my arms, I put him outside the door. “Sorry, little man, but as much as you’d like to slice open Kadon’s balls with those talons of yours, I can’t let you do it.”

If Dash could talk, I’d have sworn he’d have called me a spoilsport. He stomped off—if cats could stomp—in a huff and disappeared into the living room. I closed the door and crooked my finger at Kadon.

“Now, where were we?”

* * *

I removed the diamond teardrop earrings Kadon had bought me for Christmas and set them on the dresser. We were going skiing again today, and I couldn’t risk losing them. They were far too beautiful. And expensive. He refused to tell me how much they’d cost, but I’d been draped in enough diamonds at modeling shoots over the years to know these cost a pretty penny. It made my gift of a customized surfer watch that connected to this neat app, which would allow Kadon to see all his recorded waves, look cheap. It hadn’t been, but I’d definitely not spent as much as Kadon.

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