The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,66

I rose to my toes to kiss him softly.

"I'm your Chosen," Owen said, beaming at me. "I'm here for you for any reason."

I kissed him again for that, trying to ignore the growing, gnawing need that gaped inside of me in exchange for simple affection with my sweetest Chosen. Except it was his gentleness and sweetness that seemed to stir up my desire. Cosmo was right, the more affection I held for them, the more I craved them.

Owen chuckled and nudged my nose with his as my kisses grew more urgent, my hands fisting tighter in his shirt. "It's back?" he rasped.

"I don't think it ever really left," I breathed, trying to hold myself away from him.

"And you enjoyed it?" Owen raised an eyebrow and spoke softly. "Being fucked in the grass?"

"Mm, not the grass specifically," I said, laughing. "The sex? Yes, I enjoyed it."

"And your first cock?" Owen asked, words growing gritty and his eyes hooding.

I swallowed and nodded, and watched as Owen stretched his arm up, easily placing the candle on the top of a bookshelf, the glow softening over our heads. His hands cupped my hips then, guiding me with slow steps backwards until we were hidden away between two shelves. My back bumped against a shelf, and my breath hitched as I nodded.

"I—very much. Is that… Does it make you jealous?" I asked.

"Does it make me jealous that you…?" His brow furrowed.

"That you weren't first when we'd already had—"

"Bryony, no." Owen ducked and took my mouth in a firm, sucking kiss. "No. I told you."

I blushed as I recalled the reason for his reluctance to be my first. "You did. I just wasn't sure if it would feel different."

"All I want is your pleasure," Owen murmured. "However you arrive at it, and with anyone you like.”

"What about yours?" I wrinkled my nose. "Aren't I allowed to want the same for you?"

Owen smiled and stepped forward, lifting me off my toes and making me gasp and clutch at the glossy wood behind me. My feet slipped on air for a moment before finding a grip on a low shelf, and Owen pressed in closer, taking my left leg and raising it up by another step, stretching me open so he could rest his hips against mine.

"Are you sore?" he asked.

"Not at all. I only feel the Hunger," I said, my eyes dropping to where Owen started to push my skirt up to my waist. "Owen—"

"We said we would practice," Owen murmured, leaning in and dropping feather light kisses against my mouth over and over again. "What do you think your Hunger will do in the library? More flowers?"

My eyes widened and I glanced up. My hands were on the shelves, Owen had me pinned in place and positioned perfectly for his control. We hadn't really tested much of the direction or control of the magic, but I knew that when I'd been touching Owen was when I'd forced him to respond to me. If I could concentrate like I had at the pond, and resist the urge to grab onto Owen and bully him into satisfying me, then it would be interesting to see what the magic did in the room.

Which is exactly why you're panting like a dog in the sun at the prospect. It's all in the name of experimentation. Specifically, experimenting with how Owen's cock will feel.

"The others," I murmured at the sound of their voices at the other end of the long room.

"Stay quiet," Owen murmured, and then his fingertips were on my skin, grazing against the inside of my thighs.

I whimpered and then forced out a long breath as my eyes shut and my nails dug into the wood shelf. "If you see a spider, you'd better pull me down from here," I hissed, and then I bit my lip as Owen pressed one long, thick finger inside of me.

"How long have you been so wet?" Owen asked.

"Since you and Cosmo sat down on either side of me," I breathed in a whisper as Owen's finger slid out, spreading my arousal over my sex, and then pressed back in again.

Owen huffed and I opened my eyes, my lips parting in an 'o' as he pumped his finger inside of me. He was careful not to touch anywhere else, but he leaned in and sucked along my throat and down to my shoulder, leaving my skin wet from long licks of his tongue. My pulse pounded in my ear and my breath sounded