Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
All the while, the other Kings attended to my bouncing tits and swelling clit with their dancing fingers and lips. Would I ever be this thoroughly defiled again? The salve they’d rubbed on my tingling body had turned every nerve ending into an erogenous zone. I was reaching toward pure, blazing bliss.
Then, Zephyr stopped. They all did.
“I was wondering if you’d show,” he said with a wry smile.
I looked up and saw just about the last person I expected at that moment: Theo Brant. He was holding a mace pulled from the wall.
Zephyr sat up and pulled out.
“Go on, Theo,” he said. “Take your turn. I know you’ve been burning for her.”
For an answer, Theo kicked Zephyr square in the face. He stumbled back, cursing. Arvo and Sol scrambled to their feet, but it was too late. They were naked and disoriented and at a severe disadvantage. Theo swung the weapon at them backing them up.
“She’s not your fucking toy, Zephyr,” he sneered. “This Kings shit ends now.”
“You fucked up,” Zephyr replied. “This will cost you, a hundred times worse than your father paid.”
Theo covered me with one of the cloaks. A second later, he’d flung me over his muscular shoulder, and we headed down the dark corridor, back to the school.
Chapter 22
Biba
“What was he talking about? About your father?”
“I only half know, myself,” Theo replied, breathless. “It happened years ago. I learned about it from an anonymous note shortly after I started at Stormcloud. Miss Amelia hand-delivered it to me.”
We were sitting in my new room. So new, in fact, that I hadn’t put sheets on the bed or clothes in my wardrobe. Not that I was in any state to get dressed. I was barely able to speak. That sensual balm the Kings had spread on me still had me flying. I was wrapped tight in the satin robe, curled on my bed, fighting the urge to touch myself in front of Theo.
“There was a girl and a power struggle. My father ended up on the wrong side of it. He was killed. But the Kings were caught afterward,” he continued. “They were held accountable for the first time in centuries. After that, the Kings were banned at Stormcloud. Until Zephyr, Sol, and Arvo arrived, that is.”
“What are you going to do about them?” I groaned, shutting my eyes and trying to focus.
“I’ve been trying to decide that since I arrived. I avoided having to do anything until I met you.”
“It’s worse now, though. You humiliated Zephyr.”
“They can’t just kill me. Zephyr might hate me, but I’m still a King by blood. He needs permission to take me out. That’ll take time.”
Not the most satisfying answer Theo could provide. Then again, lack of satisfaction was the name of the game tonight, it seemed. Without quite realizing it, I was mewing involuntarily.
“What can I do to help you, Biba?” he asked me with dull sincerity.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you joking, Theo?”
“You look … sick.”
That did it. I sat up in a state of physical frustration and emotional exhaustion. The robe tumbled off my shoulders, leaving me bare from the waist up. Theo averted his eyes, but honestly, I didn’t care. I was so far past the point of caring.
“Sick? God, that’s you in a nutshell, isn’t it? I’m sitting here, shaking with fucking terminal horniness, and you think I’m sick.”
“I’m sorry, but—”
“You’re always sorry, Theo. What are you sorry for now? Interrupting my first time? Rescuing me with no plan to keep me safe?”
Theo stood up. His nostrils flared, and at last, he looked at me with those intense gray eyes. “Why don’t you give me a break, Biba? Instead of punching me away every time, how about you explain what you want from me.”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t.”
“I want you to act decisively for a change. If you really want me to be yours, then do something about it!”
I flung open the robe and spread my legs. My pussy and inner thighs were still dewy from the servicing I received earlier. Theo stared at my open labia and licked his lips. He wanted me so bad. But did he have the guts to take me?
“Lie back,” he ordered me.
I did as told.
He leaned down close to my needful womanhood and inhaled. “God, you smell like heaven.”
“How do you think I taste?”
Theo glanced up from between my legs and flashed a rakish grin. I reached down and clawed my nails through his dark-blond hair, pulling his mouth to me.
The moment Theo’s tongue glanced over my clit, I was flying again. He was gentler with me than Zephyr, which wasn’t a surprise. Yet, he proceeded with confidence and care, sucking gently on my little flower and lapping up and down with his long tongue.
It was lovely, but I needed more. “Use your fingers,” I cried.