His cock juts into my belly. I tip my hips trying to put pressure there, but Killian shoves his knee between mine, forcing me to straddle his thigh. Trapped, I rock against his muscular leg.
“You don’t like it sweet, do you, Briar?”
I shake my head.
“Everyone wants you to be a pretty little princess, but you’re not.” His breath is hot against my ear. Panting, I grind on him, seeking release. My cruel knight won’t give it to me. He has me right where he wants me: completely under his control.
A peculiar feeling wells inside me, an unvoiced scream that wants to burst forth but sticks in my throat.
“What are you, Briar?”
“A girl,” I blurt thoughtlessly. Pulsing tremors vibrate down my inner thighs.
“Not even close, my sweet.” He deftly switches my wrists to one hand and brings the other to my bottom, dragging me higher on his leg.
“A woman. I’m only a woman.” I gasp, moving faster, so wet I can feel myself soaking his pant leg.
“Whose?”
“Yours.”
“Show me.”
He palms my rear in time with my frantic movements, bracing me as I rut unashamedly on his thigh. It’s an awkward position but I like the way he’s holding me, the way he’s encouraging me to let go. Princes expect me to bend to their will, contorting myself into something safe for them to handle.
But I’m not tame. I’m as wild as the wind. Killian isn’t afraid of what I am.
He should be.
“I want to you to come, Briar. Right here. That’s it. Use me. Take what you need.”
“Want you inside me,” I whimper. I’m so close, but so achingly empty.
“You’ll get my cock when I’m good and ready, Princess. Give me this first.”
He shifts, and my next frantic movement against his leg ricochets through my body. I sink my teeth into his shoulder, tasting cloth, moaning.
Finally, he releases my arms and slides his palm up my spine, tangling in my long hair, my rock in a receding storm. He cradles the back of my head and kisses me.
“Take off your clothes, Briar.”
My eyes fly open. I shrug out of the wrapper and strip my nightdress off over my head, heedless of where they land. His eyes burn, twin steel rings around pools of black. They scorch my skin as his gaze rakes appreciatively down my naked body.
We haven’t resolved anything, but there’s no stopping this. We’ll fight it out with teeth and tongues. Sink our talons into one another’s skin. Just as I wanted.
Emboldened, I sink onto the bed and unfasten his belt. Leather slaps softly. My ears fill with silence and the sound of his breath.
I catalog the slight hitch each time I wrestle a sturdy button free. Slowly his fly parts, framing the ridge of his cock tenting his trousers. My mouth waters.
“Your turn.” I tug the hem of his shirt. “Off.”
He obliges me.
By all the ancient fae gods, he’s gorgeous. I didn’t really get to appreciate him in the forest earlier. I look my fill now, taking in the ridges of his abdomen bathed in flickering candlelight. The smooth planes of his chest with small, flat nipples dusted with hair. Shoulders sculpted with muscle and arms corded with veins…
“What’s this?” I frown at the dark mark on his forearm. It’s changed since I saw it this afternoon.
“How is it possible that you don’t know, Briar?”
