Page 8 of Ruthless Royals
My fingertips tingled as I explored her curves, reaching her other breast, which fit perfectly into my open hand. She rocked against me, her legs wrapping around my back, pulling me closer as my desire built.
She whispered. “And you’re mine.”
Good gods.
Her fingers fisted my hair, her hips rolling as she moved against me. I ran my tongue over her tight peaks, my moan erupting as her breathy gasp sent quivers through my body. Her hands moved down to caress my shoulders, and I thrust my hips up against her, my pants tight around my erection. Her moans sent a wave of heat through me. I desperately tried to hold back, but with each rock of her hips, the pressure grew to an unbearable level.
She let out another breathy gasp, and I slid my fingers down to the apex of her thighs. Her own lubricant coated my fingers as I grazed her clit, and she quivered under my touch. A low hum of electricity passed through us both as I slipped two fingers inside her, and she clenched around them. She let out a high-pitched moan, and I groaned in response, pricking sensations sparking up my torso as I placed my thumb over her clit, coaxing another moan as I teased her.
Sweat beaded over my skin as she grabbed my hair, resting her forehead against me. “Gods,” she said, her breath strangled as I almost came in my pants to the sound of her orgasm.
She held me tighter, my dick throbbing as the scent of her arousal awakened every primal desire in my body.
She bit her lip, her seductive smile erupting a low growl from my chest. I studied her curves as she writhed on top of me, her sweat-slicked skin reflecting the moonlight. I caressed the smooth curve of her ass before I hoisted her against me. My arousal was glaringly evident as I fumbled with the buttons of my pants. My erection sprung free, aching as it throbbed harder for her, a trail of pre-cum shining on the tip.
Her ass clenched as she rocked slowly, her eyes closed. Her back arched under my touch, her pussy gripping me as she lowered herself down onto my dick, and I moaned louder than I expected as I filled her up. Fuck, she felt so good.
She grabbed the arm of the couch on either side, her fingertips sinking into the upholstery. Glistening droplets of sweat ran from her temples down her neck and chest, and a few strands of fiery red hair stuck to her skin. I ran my hands over her hips, feeling her warmth as she increased the intensity, bouncing faster. She straddled me in the armchair, her thighs pinning me as she rode me unlike ever before. I reached up, fisting a handful of her hair, tugging gently.
Her desire crept through the bond, tangling with mine like searing flames licking each other, raising me to new heights. She brought her ass down, pressing me deeper as she clenched her thighs, tightening around my length.
“Sebastian!”
Her moan of approval rippling through me, setting me on edge. I pulled her toward me, our mouths clashing as I deepened the kiss, her sweaty body writhing against mine. The armchair creaked under our movements as I pushed myself further into her, the wall behind us taking a pounding.
Footsteps sounded from the room above us, a door creaking as I reached the pinnacle.
Fuck.
I thrust into her, my entire body trembling as pressure built in my stomach. My muscles tightened with each stroke, and she let out a moan. The steady thump of the chair echoing against the wall only intensified my pleasure as I lost myself in her screams of my name.
Spasms shot up my dick, and any restraint I had left, snapped. I grasped her waist with one hand and slipped my other over her ass, thrusting into her with a little more force.
Ragged breaths left my mouth as my vocal cords were lost to the orgasm. My muscles tensed as dizziness consumed me, my thighs quaking with each sensation, my heart racing, feeling as if it might give out at any moment.
My fangs protruded, scraping against my lower lip as I became undone. The abrupt rush of my cum spilled into her, her inner walls quivering around me. She dug her nails into the armchair, the sound of ripping fabric tearing reaching me through the thumps of our racing hearts. I bit down hard on my lip, as a last surge of pleasure coursed up my legs. I tightened my grip, my body shuddering as she slipped herself off my dick, a glistening trail of semen running down her inner thighs.
My head fell back, my mind spinning, blissfully emptied of all thoughts.
FOUR
Olivia
Thedoorcreakedloudlyas I pushed it open. I inhaled sharply, composing myself before descending into the basement. I hadn’t faced Astor since everything happened. The thought of doing so kept me awake at night. But I had to speak with him, because as unlikely as it was that he was going to tell me anything, he sure as shit would not tell Erianna and Zach.
I dropped the key into my back pocket and stepped down the concrete steps. The stench of blood and body odor pinched into my nose, bringing me back to my time in the south. My eyes adjusted to the dark as my footsteps echoed. Groans emanated from deep within the building, the dripping of a leaking pipe in my ears as I reached the bottom step. I turned on the lamp, which illuminated Astor’s hunched figure with yellow light.
Shackles clinked against the concrete when he moved, the weight of his despair radiating through my barrier as his gaze slowly rose to meet mine. “You.”
“Me,” I said back, grabbing a dark brown bottle from the top of a stool, sniffing the rim. Blood. They must have been using it to keep him alive—barely. “Doesn’t feel good, does it?” I asked, observing as he dragged the chains behind him, their metal links clinking together as he forced himself onto his weak knees. “Being chained up day and night and left in the dark. At least we gave you a bucket, so you didn’t have to sit in your own filth.”
He looked me up and down, and I noticed the burst veins in the corners of his eyes. I wondered if he’d slept much since being here.
A petty, dark part of me hoped he didn’t. I wanted him to know how it felt, although this wasn’t close to half as bad as what he put me through.
He took a deep inhale, nostrils flaring, as if he was trying to take in my scent. “I can smell sex on you. I see it took you no time to recover after everything.”
A chuckle escaped my lips. The audacity. “Everything? You mean the weeks of torture, forced to listen to those creatures eat mortals. Those were people from our kingdom, Astor.” I shook my head, reining in my anger. It was lost on him. “Perhaps I shouldn’t even be calling you that.”