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Via the stairwell on the way back, Briar had stopped walking. Her exhalations had grown rough and shallow, and so forth.

Now her mouth strapped around my cock, sucking me into her. The soaked cavern of her lips pursed and drew on me, consuming the column down to the base, where my balls tightened. Ragged groans emptied from my lungs as her head bobbed, tugging on me, wetting me. Unable to see a thing only magnified the sensitivity, the effect like firecrackers down my spine.

With a growl, I seized her head but kept still, letting her work me over. Briar hummed around my cock, the vibration threatening to buckle my knees. Her tongue dragged up to the broad head and lapped over the slit.

I seethed, my head thumping against the wall. Fuck, almighty. She would pay for this.

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“What is it like with a man?” Briar asked whilst settled on a tufted stool in my wardrobe. Through the vanity mirror’s reflection, I paused from lining my eyes in kohl. With a quirk of one eyebrow, I set down the makeup brush and leaned back in an elegant sprawl, my silk robe slipping open to reveal my torso, the better to impress her.

“My, my,” I mused. “Go on. You have my undivided attention.”

Briar strayed from my abdomen to my face. She wore a tweed wool corset over a blouse, pairing the set with a contrasting patterned wool skirt, looking every bit the scholar. Struggling to remain formal, she cleared her throat and folded her hands primly in her lap. “I would never presume. But if I may inquire?”

“You can ask me anything,” I told her quietly.

Pleasure stole across her face. “That is perhaps the most attractive thing you have ever said to me.”

“I certainly hope not. It wasn’t an enticement. ’Tis merely the truth.”

She fought to withhold a grin, then swerved her eyes toward the rug as if it just became more fascinating than my half-dressed splendor. ’Twas rather cute how she feigned nonchalance by shrugging one shoulder. “Is it the same as being with a woman?”

“Ah. To that, it would be foolhardy to speak on behalf of everyone whose tastes vary,” I said through the mirror. “But for myself, no. It was distinct with every lover, as it was different with every position, and with every temperament. Yet making love to you …” My voice deepened. “That’s in a class of its own, sweeting.”

The makings of another flustered smile pushed against her lips, which she fought to contain in the most endearing way. This woman had weathered the scorn and judgment of two kingdoms, deceived a dais full of Royals, endured humiliation in Spring during the Lark’s Night carnival, outsmarted the Masters, survived a stabbing, suffered banishment twice, and then marched right back into Autumn to deliver a speech that had brought an army to its knees.

She had tricked a jester into losing his heart, making him the target instead of the other way around. She’d won the devotion of my son. She had faced a nation more than once with her head high.

Yet. Despite all the mayhem we’d caused, all the sinful walls we’d broken down, and all the ways in which I’d made this princess come, she still ducked that same head and blushed when it came to sexuality, fuckery, and kinkery.

After a moment, she murmured, “But do you ever miss being with men?”

Apparently, I needed to make it clear. “The only things I’ve ever missed were Nicu and you.”

My eyes tracked the direction of her slender finger as it glided along the ledge of her seat. “But if you could feel that again … feel being with a man … would you?”

For a second, territoriality fired down my arms, prompting my knuckles to curl. Before Briar, I’d enjoyed my share of multiple conquests at once. Indeed, I had enough experience there to fill an anthology. Yet the mere thought of sharing the princess with another male set my canines on edge.

Regardless, if she expressed a sincere desire for it, I’d indulge her. However much I would love to slay the interloper, I’d set aside the predatory impulse for her sake.

But a threesome wasn’t what she’d meant. Practice had taught me how to interpret gestures, tones of voice, and subtext in my partners. Even more, my history with this princess had given me plenty of insight, to the point where I anticipated her cravings as though they were my own.

I knew what she wanted.

Although I hadn’t moved, I made sure she felt my gaze like a caress. “Mmm,” I mused. “How interested are you in finding out?”

The sight of her fingernail digging into her seat cushion made my cock rise. But when she opened her mouth, I intoned, “Eyes on me, Highness.”

Nothing like a princess who hated being called out on her timidity. Slowly, her gaze leveled on mine. “Very much interested.”

With relish, I would accommodate her.

Without a word, I rose from the chair. Turning her way, I crooked my finger twice, then pointed down to the spot before me.

Briar gained her feet and migrated across the wardrobe. When she stopped an inch from me, I leaned in. “Left side. Third drawer from the top.”

Then I watched, my cock lifting as Briar followed my directions, approaching the drawer and pulling it open. An arsenal of trinkets and toys rested in velvet cases. She examined the choices, taking my silence as an invitation to pick her pleasure. As usual with a woman who made zero decisions without consulting a pro-con list, this took a bit.

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