The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,49

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Owen groaned, and his free shoulder pressed to the inside of my thigh, forcing me to wiggle my balancing foot and give him more room. His tongue became urgent against me, thrusting as he suckled, probing lightly at my entrance and making me gasp and squeeze my hands on my breasts.

The pulse in my veins grew louder, deeper, galloping with every nudge of Owen's lips and tongue. I was losing control of myself, my hips riding over his mouth, but Owen only moaned and encouraged me, his hands squeezing tight on the back of my thighs. A tickling, racing, powerful sensation ran up and down my spine, my voice high and aching and crying out to Owen.

Here was the familiar edge I'd met before, the grip on my own flesh and the fabric failing as my hands began to spasm. Owen laughed as my skirt fell around him like a curtain, but it didn't deter him. He moved his lips to the top of the crease of my sex, parting the flesh and sucking over a lightning sensitive nerve.

"Owen, yes!"

My hands slid over the wall behind me, too weak and clumsy to find purchase. I crashed as Owen dipped a thick finger inside of me, teasing me in two places as thunder roared through me, swallowing me under. Energy rushed through me, needle pricks coating my skin before flying away from me like sparks off a log. I shook through the wave, pleading, and Owen sucked once more before reappearing from beneath my skirt, slowly guiding me down to his lap.

His chin was shining with slick release. Actually, the whole room was shining, the stable taking on a hazy golden glow. His finger was still inside me, pumping through the soft flutters.

"Better?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to say 'yes' and then realized that my whole body was tense. I wanted to push Owen down into the hay and tear away his clothes and ride him into another immediate release. The hollow clench seized inside of me, taking my muscles in a tight grip and making me cry out.

Owen leaned in, kissing my throat. "What is it? What's wrong."

"I need…I need your cock," I gasped, grinding down onto his hand, searching for more. "Please, Owen."

My big, lovely, sweet Chosen pulled back, brow folding. "Bryony…I'm not sure we should—"

The heaviness under my skin, the drumming pulse, the painful clench all compounded together, and the demand slipped out of my lips as I dug my fingers into Owen's shoulders.

"Fuck me, Owen Dunne."

The stables weren't golden at all now, but a deep and shimmering red, and Owen's brow smoothed, his gaze going blank. He rolled, tipping me into the prickly bed of hay beneath us and rising up to his knees, pulling at the buckle of his belt.

My skirt had flipped up with the movement, and Owen was quick to yank down his pants, but it was his eyes I was fixated on. That blank stare. I knew that stare. It was the look of Camellia's Chosen, and sometimes even my mother's.

Owen grunted, pulling on his stiff cock and then started to bend down.

"Wait!" I pressed my hands to his shoulders, and Owen paused obediently, unblinking. I shuddered and closed my eyes, trying to push away the power racing through me.

The Hunger. This wasn't desire, this was magic.

I possessed the Hunger, or rather in this case it had possessed me.

Owen groaned above me, and I pulled my hands off him as if he'd caught fire, pushing them down into the hay. His cock was out and weeping profusely. He shivered as I released him, his stare still distant.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I whispered, trying to wrestle back the Hunger. I leaned forward and rested my forehead against Owen's shoulder. "Owen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

In their stalls, horses whinnied, and the stable seemed to groan and shiver before going silent. The pressure that'd been riding me vanished, and all I was left with was weak and trembly nerves and the soft pound of pleasure burning slowly away from my cunt.

"I'm so sorry."

Owen puffed and shook himself, and then his arms circled me. I stiffened as his lips pressed to the top of my head.

"Bryony, what's wrong?" Owen murmured. "What—What's happened? Are you alright?"

I gasped and wrestled myself upright, throwing myself against his chest, ignoring the tangle of my skirts and the disassembled drop of his pants in favor of wrapping myself around the man.

"I…I have the Hunger. I used it on you, I didn't mean