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“Oh, that’s right. You wouldn’t know.”

She blinks rapidly. “What do you know?”

I lean in and inhale deeply. “You’re a virgin. I can smell it on you.”

She jerks away. “No, you can’t!”

I chuckle. “I absolutely can. I have a sense about these things. I like to play with virgins more than anyone. Getting the taste of a sweet virgin pussy is my absolute favorite.”

She glares at me. “And you wonder why you ended up locked in a cage when you say things like that. Have you forgotten who you are talking to? I am Princess Taelyn Loftborn, and I am the ruler of Askos and of Highdrift. I command you cease speaking to me this way immediately.”

I draw myself up to my full height. She’s tall, but I stand at least a foot taller. “And I am Prince RuarokLoftborn, firstborn to be the ruler of Askos and of Highdrift. Didyouforget who you are talking to?”

Her jaw drops open, and a few splutters emerge from her lips.

“We are equals, Princess,” I say, “as much as you might hate that. You are my sister, are you not?”

She folds her arms across her chest. “And as your sister, there is no way you should be speaking to me like that.”

I love how reserved she is. How haughty. It only makes me want her more.

No, I shake the thought from my head. I can’t want her. She’s the one thing standing in the way of me ruling the kingdom. I want my castle back again. I want to sit on the throne where my asshole of a father once sat. This girl doesn’t deserve that seat. She’s an interloper. A fucking cuckoo. She has no bloodline here.

But I haven’t been able to get the memory of the dream I had about her all those years ago out of my head.

“Did you ever dream about me, Princess?”

She freezes. “What?”

“You heard me. Before I even met you, I dreamed about you. You came into my room and straddled me and rode me so hard I thought I was going to explode. Tell me you shared the same dream.”

Her cheeks grow red. “I certainly did not.”

“You’re lying. I can tell. Did you climax in the dream? I know I did. I wonder if we climaxed together, in our sleep, at the same time.”

She takes a step back, and her wings fold around her body, as though to protect her. “Stop, Ruarok.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“You don’t deny it, though. Did you recognize me when we danced, or did the dream come later? I can’t tell you how much the memory kept me going during the years in the cage. As you rode me, I ran my hands down your smooth back, cupping your ass, watching my cock slide in and out of you.”

“That wasn’t me,” she hisses. “You’re getting me mixed up with one of your whores.”

“No, I’m not. I recognize your wings and your hair. You are so beautiful. There is no one else like you.”

She lifts her chin, jutting it defiantly. “My mother was like me.”

I won’t tell her that I’d initially believed the person in my dream to be her mother. She won’t like that. “No one elselivinglike you,” I add.

My cock is fully erect at the talk of fucking her. I want her now. It’s been far too long. I’ve been starving. Why haven’t I found some whore to feed from already? But I don’t want some whore.

I want her.

“Princess, just let me have a taste of you. You don’t need to do anything. I won’t expect you to touch me. Just lie back and spread those long legs and let my tongue do the work.”

Understanding of what that means dawns on her pretty face. “You want to…down there? With your mouth?”