Queen Sized Read Online Jessa Kane

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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
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What does he want from me, then?

Why is he looking at me like I’m a feast to be devoured?

As keeper of the throne, he could take any female at the Joining to bed. Could make any of them his wife. Yet he is fixated on me?

Everyone is silent, expectant. Waiting to see if I’ll humble myself and beg forgiveness for being so bold with the king. Lord knows I should. But I’ve never backed down before and I’m not starting now. Besides, this man might be arrogant, but there’s intelligence in his eyes, as well. He’d see right through me if I apologized, because it wouldn’t be genuine. “If you’re expecting a curtsy, you’ll be waiting a while,” I say, brushing my sleeve.

More gasps.

One of the girls even starts crying.

Corbet stares at me hard for long moments, before a wolfish smile shapes his mouth. “Save the curtsy. Give me an hour of your time, instead.” He flicks a glance over my shoulder where the loch curves around the base of a mountain. “A walk, perhaps.”

I almost gasp at that.

When a man and woman go on a walk at the Joining, it is understood that something clandestine will be happening. Kissing is the mildest of possibilities. By day two, it will not be unusual to hear the sounds of rutting coming from that direction. If the king is asking me on a walk around the loch, he is expecting to know me in the biblical sense.

Which most certainly will not be happening.

I’m a virgin and I plan to stay that way until my wedding night.

Still, even I can’t deny the king a direct request. Even if he isn’t my king.

To do so would label me as disrespectful. A troublemaker.

No man will dare select me at the auction tomorrow evening if that happens—and I have no choice but to leave this Joining betrothed, if not married.

I sigh. “Well, Your Majesty, it appears you have me between a loch and a hard place.”

He barks a laugh. “Oh yes, she’ll do.” Stepping closer, he offers me his arm, wafting the scent of oranges and cloves in my direction. “My lady…?”

I swallow, sensing some sort of finality. Like there’s no going back. “Gwen.”

The heat in his expression intensifies. “Lady Gwen.”

It doesn’t escape my notice that the king’s friend appears stupefied.

With a sense of impending doom, I curl my hand around Corbet’s elbow and allow him to lead me toward the moonlit loch.

3

Corbet

Christ, she’s not only better than I’d hoped…she’s fucking extraordinary.

There is a pulse beating to the left of my jugular I wasn’t even aware I had. Meaning it doesn’t even race like this in battle. The girl only reaches my shoulder and I can’t seem to stop staring down at the part of her hair, memorizing the way the starlight bathes each of the midnight strands. My gaze tracks lower to the pale globes of her tits that wobble subtly with every step we take toward the loch. And if she only knew how my cock stretches the front of my trousers, she’d probably go running back in the other direction.

But my God, I am aching for her.

Gwen.

A woman who would stand up to a king, sass him without batting an eyelash.

Sharp of wit.

Proud.

I’m not so much of a barbarian that I don’t realize how quickly I’m moving. I should at least sit beside her at the bonfire, talk to her, share a couple of ales, before spiriting her off to the loch for our first fuck, but I’m already dangerously close to spilling my come down the leg of my pants. She is affecting me like nothing I’ve ever experienced. As soon as I’ve been between her thighs a few times, I’ll bring her back to the Joining and treat her properly. I swear it.

I’ll propose.

That she become my mistress.

And she’ll say yes.

Because what woman wouldn’t be overjoyed to live in the castle? I’ll dress her in the finest clothes, fill her with the best food, satisfy her sexually. Give her children. There is nothing else a woman could ask for.

Right?

It is unlike me to feel doubt—and I don’t like it. So I ignore the feeling and continue guiding the beautiful Gwen toward privacy. We’ll need to be out of earshot of the Joining for what I have planned.

“Have you come to the Joining alone?” I ask, eager to know more about this interesting female. One who would give no quarter to a king. One who would tell a man to drop dead without hesitation. God, I like the hell out of her. A woman! Who thought it possible?

“No. I am here with my two sisters, Viola and Sadie. They are too young for the nighttime festivities, so they’ve gone to sleep in our tent.”

“Your voice warms when you speak of them.”

“Yes.” She averts her face, but I catch the color on her cheeks. “I love them with all my heart and soul.”


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