Page 45 of The Sunbound Princess
Ezabell ran a slow, deliberate look down his body, settling on the juncture of his thighs. Dain trembled, clearly caught in her spell.
Well, that made two of us. Maybe she wasn’t an elven princess, after all. Maybe she was a witch. No matter. Ezabell Kasreneth could turn me into a toad, and I’d croak my thanks.
Golden eyes fastened on me. “You’re staring, Nikolas.”
Yes, she was most definitely a witch. Because the sound of my name said in her husky voice wrapped around my cock and squeezed.
“It’s hard not to,” I said, repeating my words from our dance.
She stretched her arms along the ledge, a challenge in her pose.
And an unmistakable invitation. Her magic was dormant, but an inhuman sheen glinted in her golden eyes. Slowly, she drew a knee up, allowing one shapely thigh to break the water’s surface.
My cock pressed against the front of my trousers, threatening to burst the laces.
“Well?” Ezabell asked. “Are you two just going to stand there?”
At various points in my life, I’d heard men talk of losing their minds to lust. Of being dizzy with it. I’d always dismissed those claims as men trying to impress each other with their sexual exploits.
Now, I knew I’d been dead wrong. My heart thundered, the beats so close together I felt like I’d sprinted from a gallows. The bathing chamber went hazy and not from steam.
No, I was lightheaded with lust, my mind fogged with visions of what lay under the water. Need battered me, most of my blood lodged in my dick. So it took me a moment to remember how to form words.
“What would you have us do instead, Princess?”
Ezabell’s eyes went heavy-lidded, the slivers of gold burning against her thick lashes. Her breasts rose and fell faster as she looked between us, clearly not as collected as she’d first appeared.
“Strip,” she commanded, echoing the order she’d given us at the brothel. Only this time, no love potion clouded her judgment. Nothing forced her lust. She was fully in control of her body and desires.
And she desired us.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked, my voice dangerously close to cracking.
Hands on the wall behind her, Ezabell lowered her chin. The haughty expression in her eyes was like a second fist wrapping around my dick.
“I’m not accustomed to being questioned, Taniakes,” she said. “Nor do I often make an offer twice.”
My shirt hit the floor before she finished speaking. My breath came in short rasps as I kicked off my boots and ripped at my trousers. Dain did the same beside me, his ragged breaths joining mine.
Within seconds, we stood nude before her, our clothes in careless heaps on the stone. Admiration shone in Ezabell’s eyes as she looked us over, running her gaze from our chests to our erections. We were both hard as anvils, our crowns flushed red with want. She examined us like a queen selecting a stud from her stable.
Humiliation shivered through me, heaping more kindling on the fire in my blood. I gripped my cock at the base and squeezed until moisture welled at my slit.
Ezabell’s lips parted, a delicious little whimper escaping her throat.
“How do you want us?” I rasped.
At last, her composure crumbled. “Here,” she said breathlessly. “Now.”
Dain and I splashed into the pool, sending water slapping against the walls as we descended the steps and waded to her.
I reached her first, sliding onto the ledge and running a hand up her thigh. A groan spilled from me at the first touch of her hot, slick skin, and I buried my face in her throat and sucked at her pulse.
“Ohh…”she gasped, shifting against me. She gasped again when Dain positioned himself on her other side and cupped one of her breasts.
The heady scent of jasmine swirled into my lungs. Her pulse fluttered against my tongue. Under the water, my dick prodded her thigh, every brush of her skin making me throb harder. Cupping her jaw, I dragged my lips from her throat to her mouth, capturing her kiss just as Dain pinched her nipple.
I swallowed her cry, then pulled her more snugly against me as I stroked my tongue over hers. Dain pinched and rolled her nipple, and I drank her moans, tasting mint and honey and something that was hers alone.
