Underworld Bride Trials 1 Playboy King - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,68
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“You know I like to chase, Bunny,” Loki growled behind me. “Especially a naked, beautiful woman. And when I catch you, you’ll give me what I want.”
“Like other women said, you talk too much,” I said, glancing at him over my shoulder. Damn, he was fast.
In the middle of the beach, he leapt on me, pinning me down from behind.
His weight fell on my back. I laughed and got sand in my mouth. I spat it out and laughed more, and Loki sprawled himself over my naked back.
It felt delicious and thrilling, but I wasn’t going to cave in so easily. I shrugged him off, and we rolled in the sand.
It ended up with him pinning me down from the front. While I was naked, he still had his tuxedo on. His thighs were positioned between my open ones, his hard-on pressing against the apex of my legs through his fine trousers.
I gasped, and my eyes turned glassy. “Loki,” I whispered.
He gazed down at me, his expression full of lust. “Bunny,” he said roughly, then he rubbed his erection against the flesh between my thighs.
I arched my back, but then he rolled off me, squatted beside me, and pulled me up with him until we were standing.
“It’s time I get what I want.”
I tilted my head and peeked into his eyes, which burned with lust and made my heart flutter.
“Have your dare,” I offered in a purr.
A wicked smile broke across the dark king’s handsome face. “Turn around,” he commanded. “Slowly.”
I obliged, feeling the thrill of the game yet conscious of his heated gaze tracing my every inch.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed.
I followed his obnoxious instruction, curious to see where this was going.
“Wider,” he ordered.
I braced my legs further apart for him.
“Bend down,” he ordered in a low, shuddering voice.
Slowly, I bent my body and bared my pussy for him. I felt its slickness, and I wanted to touch it. Or better yet, I wanted the king to touch me down there, hard and rough and heavy, to quench the wildfire within. But he was also fire himself, and not just any fire, but the hottest hellfire.
He’d melt my ice and burn me to a cinder. And I craved this burn more than anything.
A beast’s guttural, obsessive growl rose behind me, but I wasn’t too concerned. Loki was one of the most powerful shifters, a gift he had inherited from his godly Asgard heritage. Only he didn’t have the knowledge to shift to his true form. I’d sensed his beast and somehow knew he’d never hurt me.
But I couldn’t contain my curiosity, so I snapped my head and looked at him over my shoulder.
Loki’s face now bore the resemblance to a godly wolf and was twisted with unbridled lust. As a Morrigan, I could tell that Loki was wrestling with his beast to control the reins while his lust-filled eyes were glued to my exposed, glistening sex.
“Don’t be afraid of me, Bunny,” he slurred and then growled at his beast. “My control is slipping, but I’ll get into the driver’s seat soon. No matter what, I won’t allow even myself to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me,” I purred to his beast, and Loki’s eyes glowed tiger-gold. “Strip for me. Bare yourself.”
It felt delicious to be bold and tell the King of the Underworld exactly what I wanted.
“You want me to be as naked as the day I was born?” Loki teased, the sexual tension between us crackling in the air.
“Do you have any other idea of being naked?”
He chuckled darkly, but I’d succeeded in breaking up the fight between him and his beast.
Loki pulled his belt from his dress pants and shrugged off his tuxedo. Then he shook his head, disgusted with himself.
“I’m an avatar,” he said. “I can do whatever I want, more so than in my own domain.” He snapped his fingers, and all his clothes disappeared.
His masculine body was bare in front of me—broad shoulders, cut chest, delicious six-pack, and powerful legs. His every line was hard and precise and beautiful. His muscles tensed in anticipation at my scrutiny.
My gaze roved over his every inch. Even though this was his avatar’s body, it was the exact copy of his true self. We both showed each other what we were.
His smooth skin was sun-kissed, in stark contrast to mine—scarred and pale. I swallowed, wanting to lick him, to have firsthand knowledge of how he tasted on my tongue.