“You have no idea.” With his hands under her skirts, he grabbed her hips and repositioned her body, sliding her knees forward until he held her over his cock. The tip teased her entrance, rubbing over her lips and sensitive nub. Tina arched her back, trying to lower herself onto him, but he held her in place.
She wiggled in his grip, eager for him to enter her, desperate to feel him plunge into her, but he refused. His erection taunted her until she was sopping wet with need.
Killian finally released her, and she gently lowered herself onto his thick shaft. He filled her to the brim, and she relished in every second of the descent as she took her time. Bit by bit, she lowered herself, savoring every twitch of his cock as it dove deeper into her.
When she was nearly at his base, he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her the last few inches down. She gasped with pleasure and surprise, not expecting her chivalrous gentleman to be so forceful.
He nipped her neck playfully, not saying a word. She chuckled, bliss shooting through her as she enjoyed the sensation of his bare cock inside of her.
“I adore you,” he said softly in her ear.
“And I, you,” she said back to him.
Killian sighed happily and tilted his hips upward, somehow managing to go even deeper. He grabbed her ass and lifted her until he nearly popped out, and then lowered her to his base once more.
He picked up speed, completely in control of her body even though she was on top. Tina grabbed the back of the chair for support as he rode her, bucking into her with utter abandon. Ripples of ecstasy exploded within her, rising to a powerful climax.
She wouldn’t last much longer, not in this position.
Tina tried to bite back her orgasm, to make it last longer, but it exploded within her navel. She moaned his name as he rode the waves of her climax, his soothing touch a welcome comfort as the pleasure faded away to peaceful paradise. Only when her orgasm faded completely did he release himself inside of her. The hot rush sent a shiver of delight up her spine, and Tina’s eyes fluttered closed with raw lust.
“You’re glowing,” he said.
Tina smiled and nodded without opening her eyes. “So are you.”
“Wow,” he said softly.
She leaned against him, her body humming with life and joy. With every orgasm, she felt closer to something amazingly powerful, something just out of reach.
Killian held her close, his breath slowing as they sat together in silence. His fingers ran through her hair, and the intimate sensation nearly lulled her to sleep.
46
Zane
Roughly two hours before his day with Tina began, Zane crossed his arms as he glared down at the traitor he and the other princes had captured back in Indonesia. The dragon traitor was locked in chains, bloodied and bruised, but Zane didn’t care. The man had tried to steal Tina away and do unspeakable things to her, so Zane had no sympathy for him or any of the other turncoats.
The door clanged shut behind him, and Draven’s footsteps shuffled nearer. Without looking over his shoulder, Zane nodded to the prisoner. “Looks like you all enjoyed yourselves.”
Draven shrugged. “We did what needed to be done.”
With a silent nod toward the exit, Zane ushered Draven into a nearby office to continue their conversation in private. When the door shut behind them, Zane leaned against the wall and folded his arms in front of his chest. “You got the name out of him, Draven?”
“I did.” The dragon prince paused beside Zane, hands in his pockets as he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the turncoat.
“Which of Tina’s priestesses betrayed her?”
“A priest, actually, who felt he wasn't properly provided for. He’s still there.”
“You have proof he’s involved?”
Draven nodded. “I found texts, call logs, and even an email. The idiot trusted them way too much.”
“Good. I’ll take it from here.”
The dragon prince grimaced. “I don’t see why we have to be subtle. One of her priests betrayed her. Kick in the door and take him.”
“However good your intentions, Draven, kicking in the door in this situation is still an act of war. We would have to turn over our proof to the High Priestess and hope she corrects the issue.”
Draven rubbed his jaw, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “And you don’t think she will.”
Zane shook his head. “I don’t like that woman. I know she’s Damara’s high priestess, but I don’t trust her.”
“Why?”
“The way she looks at Tina, mostly. It’s as though she wants what Tina has. She’s too young to be a high priestess, which tells me she has unchecked ambition. From what I can tell, the two women who were better suited for her role mysteriously disappeared a decade ago. I don’t like what that insinuates.”
Draven ran a hand over his stubble, pacing the small office that had probably seen its fair share of blood and spilled secrets.
“I’ll handle it,” Zane promised.
The dragon prince hesitated, eyes darting over Zane’s face. After a moment, he produced a folded sheet of paper. “I know you will.”
With that, Draven slipped the note into Zane’s hand and left.
Based on what Zane knew of the dragon, he had expected a bit more of a fight. He had assumed details would need to be shared, terms and information negotiated before anything could get done. Yet with their mutual affection for Tina, none of that seemed to matter anymore.
Grateful and honestly a bit surprised at the dragon’s trust, Zane shot off a few texts with coordinates and orders to his father’s best assassin.
The priest would leave Epara today around noon local time to gather groceries for the temple, and he would simply never return. It seemed a fitting end for a traitor.
Less than two hours later, Zane approached Tina’s door for their day together. Though still a half-hour early, he figured she would forgive him for breaking one of her rules given the news he wanted to share.
47
Draven
Draven shoved open the doors to the meeting room where the other four princes waited for him. “We have a problem.”
The doors swung shut behind him. Anthony reclined in his seat on the far side of the round table, one eyebrow twisting with curiosity. Flynn sat to his left. Killian and Zane had chosen seats nearby, with only one empty seat between each of them. A large television took up most of the wall to his left, Draven’s family crest serving as a screen saver on the otherwise black screen.
Flynn chuckled. “You certainly have a knack for making an entrance.”
Draven didn’t laugh. This was serious. “An open threat has been made against Tina and, by default, us.”
Every man leaned forward, instantly switching gears. The mood in the room shifted, and a deadly serious silence settled on them all as his statement sunk in.
Zane broke the silence first. “By who?”
“We don’t know,” Draven admitted. “My father received a typed note this morning warning us that the next time we leave, Tina will be returned to her ‘rightful mate.’”
Anthony bristled. “Someone has a death wish.”
Draven nodded and grabbed a remote from a hidden compartment in the table. With a few clicks, he brought up a picture of the note. The photo was all his father would let him share with the other princes, but it would do.
“We have to change the travel plans,” Killian said.
“Obviously.” Zane stood, standing as he examined the note more closely.
“We should delay leaving.” Flynn rubbed his beard. “Stay here for another week or so to flush these people out.”
Draven’s shoulders relaxed with relief. That had been his plan, and he had been sure the other princes would protest the idea of keeping Damara in any one place for longer than the agreed upon week.
“We can’t let her know,” Anthony said, his voice almost a growl.
Killian frowned. “Why not?”
“She’s stressed enough as it is.” The wolf shifter leaned his elbows on the table. “As far as she’s concerned, let her think it’s plane trouble. I don’t want her feeling like she can’t go anywhere without provoking a war.”
“I don’t like lying to her,” Killian said.
“Then distract her instead,” Draven offered.