Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“Shit,” Nylian whispered. His fingers tightened on my arm and he jerked me forward. We raced along the stairs. I couldn’t hear anything over my pounding heart and the rub of our clothes as we moved, but I trusted his superior senses. If he believed someone was coming behind us, I didn’t question him.
On the floor that held our chambers, he pulled us along the hall but stopped and jerked me into another curtained niche. My spine thudded on the wall and Nylian’s full length crashed into me. His mouth covered mine in a stunningly deep kiss that threatened to wipe my mind completely clear. What were we doing in here?
Nylian lifted his mouth from mine only to drag it along my jaw to my ear. “Be loud, and make it convincing,” he hissed.
I nearly asked him what he was talking about when I heard the faint scuff of a shoe in the hallway outside of our closet. Someone was here. Possibly the same someone who’d been walking with the queen seconds ago. We were going to be discovered. Not good. Not good at all.
“Just couldn’t wait until we made it to our room,” Nylian said, louder this time. It was above a whisper and full of naughty taunting.
Had he lost his freaking mind?
The thought had barely crossed my mind as he shifted to slip a hand between us. Those strong fingers pressed into and caressed my cock through my pants, squeezing out a surprised moan before I could catch it. I could feel his smile against my throat as he purred, “That’s my good boy.”
Oh, I got it. He wanted to throw the person off our scent by making him think he’d caught us screwing around in the closet.
Except Nylian wasn’t willing to fake this. The elf was massaging my dick and kissing along my jaw as though his only goal in life was to make me come in my pants.
“Please…Your Highness,” I managed through clenched teeth, though I wasn’t quite sure what I was pleading for.
While my brain argued that this wasn’t real, my body had other ideas, and a rush of blood to my cock left me light-headed. Heat suffused my cheeks as I grew harder. This was fucking embarrassing. Nylian couldn’t possibly have meant to turn me on. It hadn’t even been that long since he’d sucked me off, and I was hard like an out-of-control teenager discovering all the neat things his cock could do.
“Your…Your Highness…I’m…I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to suppress my longing.
“No, my precious. No apologies. I love how you need me. Love how you trust me to pleasure you.”
It was becoming hard to determine where the playacting ended and reality began. My gaze darted to the floor, where the curtain hung about an inch above the marble. There was a faint shadow crossing over the light. Someone was standing outside the closet, listening to us. That should have had a shriveling effect on my rampaging libido, but there was something about the threat of danger mixed with the thrill of Nylian’s touch that sharpened the edge to everything.
As he spoke, Nylian tugged at the front of my pants, opening them. That answered that question. We were really fucking doing this. What better way to fool someone into believing you were fucking in the closet than actually fucking in the closet? To hell with the pervert standing outside the curtain. If he was going to stand there listening, we were going to make him wish he had more than a hand for his dick.
With clumsy, trembling fingers, I attacked Nylian’s pants, fighting to free his cock. I turned my head and seized his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that wrung a happy moan from him. The voyeur dropped to the shadows of my mind as my tongue tangled with Nylian’s, allowing me to revel in the taste of him. His magical scent encased me, and it was like we were in the forest where we first met. Every little grunt was music to my ears, and it still wasn’t enough.
His fingertips brushed my bare cock as I was getting into the evil imp’s pants. I gasped, and the elf chuckled.
“Do you need to come, my precious one?” he teased as he wrapped his fingers around my dick and stroked. One finger rubbed across the head, playing with the slit while smearing the pre-cum across the sensitive flesh.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” I groaned.
“Then let me get you in my mouth.”
A shiver ran through me at the thought of receiving another Nylian blowjob. The elf’s mouth was made for sucking my cock, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I mean, I really did, but I also wanted something else.
As he started to drop to his knees, I caught his biceps, holding him in place. “Wait. No.”