Killian tucks one finger beneath my chin, bringing my gaze to his. I hate the conflicted wariness I find there. “It happened today after we were together in the woods.”
I shake my head. The implications are too terrifying to contemplate. I am not the queen of fae beasts. I can’t be.
His grip on my chin tightens.
“Killian, my foster family purposely kept in the dark about my curse. Whatever it was, my birth parents were so afraid of it that they sent me to a foreign country to be raised by strangers.”
I trap his wrist and turn it, examining the raised, puckered flesh. I kiss the base of the scar. He flinches beneath my lips. I press my tongue to it. I’m not sure why, but part of me likes the way he’s tied to me now.
When Alistair tried to shove him aside and take what wasn’t his, the monsters made sure Killian would never be able to leave me.
My knight fists my hair and drags my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
“That’s not where I want your mouth, Princess.”
29
Killian
Icame here to steal Briar and find out what’s happening to us, but the instant I’m near her, I lose my mind.
If I’m under a spell, it’s one I don’t want to break. Her lush mouth is hot and wet on my cock, exploratory and eager in a way that causes my balls to pull tight.
“You were a naughty little princess today.” I thread my fingers through her silky hair. “Letting me take what wasn’t meant to be mine.”
She can’t do more than whimper and flash her pretty blue eyes at me. I like the spark of anger that flashes there.
Outside, rain beats against the windows. I don’t know when it started, probably while I was down in the secret dungeon with the queen, but I do know that Briar sliding off my cock is profoundly disappointing.
“It was mine to give,” she says, stroking my shaft. “No part of me has ever belonged to anyone else. I chose you, Killian. I would choose you again, every time.”
No one chooses me.
I want to believe her, but I don’t.
I lose myself in the hot stroke of her tongue and the candlelight playing over her exquisite body. Slim shoulders andlong throat, her tits soft and high with rosy tips beaded tightly in the cool night air.
We should leave. Now. I dismissed the guards standing watch and waited until they were long gone before letting myself into her room, but anyone passing by would instantly wonder why Briar’s chamber was unguarded.
No one should be passing by at this hour, but the castle is on high alert.
She returns to sucking my cock, and every other consideration than fucking her sweet mouth flies out of my head.
We’re taking a stupid risk. Not our first. I can’t seem to stop. Instead, I study the droplets gathering at the corners of her eyes. The sucking sound of her gorgeous mouth on my cock fills my ears and sends heat pulsing drunkenly through my veins. The scar pulses with it.
Gods, she looks so pretty with her red lips wrapped around my shaft. I could come like this, but I won’t. I tug her hair tight and hold her there, thrusting into her mouth. Her nails dig into my hips, squeezing rhythmically.
“You fucking loves this, don’t you, my dirty little princess?”
Briar’s blue eyes flutter closed with a throaty moan, accompanied by the sharp sting of her nails sinking into my flanks.
I have to force myself to stop before I lose control. Twin trails stream from her eyes. She brushes them away. I shove my pants off and roll her onto the bed.
Finally, we’re doing this the right way.
In that moment I glimpse a world where I wake up beside her each morning with Briar’s sweet body tucked against mine. It’s nothing more than a flicker of possibility, but I ache for it. I would crawl naked through those thorns to claim that future for us, and that’s why we’ll leave tonight.
So she can be mine forever.