The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,94
She's only claimed two of her Chosen."
"The others are lovers," Jonathon said, waving a hand through the air. "We knew as much already. What? You think you're our only man in the palace? You're not there to see, Dan, you're there to fuck the princess until she's too busy wetting your cock to think about taxes and festivals and Kimmery. If you can't do the job—"
"It will happen soon," I said, holding Jonathon's gaze, pretending I didn't feel the cold kiss of sharp steel against my throat.
As a younger man, I would've clenched my fists, ground my jaw, and fought the urge to punch them both. That fire had more or less burned out of me by now. Emory was right. My father could pass his name and estate to a different bastard or some eager cousin. Jonathon and Lord Roderick could find another cock to ensnare the princess.
I was going to end up losing my hands at this rate.
24
Bryony
“Close," I whimpered, digging my fingers into Owen's curls as his hands pressed my knees out like wings, his hips rocking into mine, cock gliding wetly inside of me.
"Fuck, the feel of you," Owen rasped, his mouth sucking my collarbone, teeth and tongue scratching and laving every inch of me.
I didn't know where the magic began and ended, or where I was really putting it at this point. It was meant to be outside of us—into the ground beneath us or up into the sky overhead, but there was a heavy charge everywhere our skin touched, flames of power licking between us.
"Owen," I gasped, tugging on his strands, drawing his face up to hover over mine as my body rolled to meet his.
Owen's eyes were glassy and unfocused, his brow furrowed and pupils full and black. "I'm here," he said, but it was a gasp. How long had we been out here in the sun like this? How many times had I come and taken Owen down with me, only for us to start all over again?
His mouth landed against mine, the kiss clumsy as we both groaned, bodies growing frenzied. I wanted to clutch Owen to me, to tie my legs and arms around him and cling to him as we both fell over the edge, but my skin felt heavy with magic and Owen was already soaking so much of it up—had already. I sobbed as the gentle tremble began to start in my muscles, and threw my hands back, digging my fingers into the grass and pressing my heels down on the blanket we lay on. Owen bucked, rising up on the palms of his hands and his knees, watching the quick slap of our flesh where we were joined, before his eyes slammed shut and his head was thrown back, the both of us crying out.
I kept my eyes open, watched the soft flash of color ripple out of us, the ground trembling and then suddenly bursting with a flash of red poppies rising up in the tall grass.
Owen's arms shook and he fell forward, collapsing heavily on my chest and knocking the breath from me. He groaned, tongue lapping at my breast as he started to continue to fuck me, hips stuttering and a low moan in the back of his throat.
"Owen, wait. Wait, love," I panted, wiggling beneath him, dirty fingertips pulling up from the earth to press to his shoulders.
He took the nudge as an invitation, rolling onto his back and pulling me with him, hissing as I sank a little further onto his cock.
"Owen, stop," I said, gently, reaching up to his brow to push his hair back and find his eyes.
He blinked at me, gaze foggy, and then again, a little clearer, eyes wincing.
"Ah, ow!" His hand left my hip to reach under himself, touching the back of his shoulder, his eyes widening. "I'm…oh. How long have we been…"
It probably wasn't funny, but a giggle slipped free at his startled expression. "I have no idea," I said, rising up off his lap, gasping at the hollow feeling as Owen whimpered.
"Oh, fuck," he breathed, grimacing.
"Are you all right?" I asked, moving quickly down to his side, my thighs squeezed together to try and ignore the soft throb of craving.
"I'm…" He laughed, and his head dropped to the ground, tilting to face me. "I don't think I realized what you were so worried about before. Don't worry," he added, leaning in