“Like this.” I shift her to where I want her and shoulder between her thighs. Needing to taste her again, I bend my head to suck one pert nipple. Lower. Her scent nearly sends me over the edge but I resist. I’m not ready for this to be over yet.
I find her slick center and lap up her nectar. Her stomach rolls in fascinating reaction to each stroke of my tongue as I lick my fill, worrying the little nub at the apex of her sex with my teeth. I could drown in her tiny gasps and needy growls.
A fae beast roars in the distance.
I barely hear it, cocooned between Briar’s thighs.
I leave her on the precipice. I’m not going to last. I don’t want her to, either.
“Why are you stopping?—”
I cut off her complaint by slicking the head of my cock along her center and shove forward, sinking deep. Her exhalation skims past my cheek. Pulling her leg higher on my waist, I ease out and thrust again, feeling my eyes roll back with the sheer pleasure of it. Her tight, silky welcome, her nails lightly scoring my shoulders. I could die of this.
“Killian,” she pants. “Close.”
Hold on,I warn inside my mind, the only place where I can speak. More to myself than to her. Release is coiling at the base of my spine. I can hold out. I will.
She arches into me, her heels digging into my ass, and calls out my name through clenched teeth.
Myname. The fae beast roars again as the orgasm kicks me in the spine, but this time it’s coming from within me. I bury myself to the hilt in her warm welcome and flood her with everything I have.
I feel drugged as I settle in, unwilling to withdraw just yet. Briar scrapes her nails along the base of my skull. Bliss.
Roaring in the distance. I ignore it. Briar’s lazy movements pause.
And that is how we’re discovered. Me balls-deep in my best friend’s bride.
Briar
When I was young, I had a recurring nightmare, but I was too innocent to understand what it meant. I only knew that someone important was being taken from me.
Suddenly, I’m living it.
Prince Alistair bursts into my room with two royal guards who drag Killian off me, and wrestle him to the ground. I don’t bother to snatch the sheet and cover my nakedness.
I drop to my knees, pleading for them to stop. Alistair cuts me a cold glare.
Killian’s dragged away, wild-eyed, strands of hair flying, fighting them every inch.
“No,” I shout as they haul him out, but no one listens. Belatedly, I snatch up my wrapper and knot it around my waist. Alistair grabs me and shoves me against the wall.
“You little whore.”
He makes a motion as if to backhand me.
I hold his gaze defiantly while Killian’s seed drips down my thigh. I’d do it all again.
“I don’t want to marry you,” I manage to get out despite the way he’s clutching my jaw. Killian was right. I do have a choice. But it’s going to be hell to claim it.
“You will, Rose. Whether you want to or not is irrelevant.” He shoves me aside. I fall to my knees, coughing. “I haven’t decidedhow yet, but you will pay for this for the rest of your miserable life.”
Alistair slams out—and locks me in.
A princess in a tower, once more.
30
Killian
