Page 16 of The Call of Crimson (The Crimson & Shadows #2)

When I set a steady rhythm, he groans low and whispers, “Gods, Princess. You’re gripping my cock so hard. Your hate feels so divine.”

With each roll of my hips, he hits that spot that makes me see stars. I whimper, feeling my orgasm build.

I hear voices outside the carriage. They’re muffled, but I catch snippets of different people welcoming the prince home. “We’re close, Aurelius.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he grunts, taking his hand from my throat and gripping my other hip. “They can wait.”

He stops my hips from rolling and lifts me, slamming me back down on him with force.

I whisper his name as he repeats this motion over and over. He pauses for just a moment as he runs his left hand through my pussy, gathering the wetness pooled there. A moment later, I feel his finger massage the tight puckered hole of my ass before it slips in.

I thought this would be painful, but I was so wrong. There’s a slight burn, but it quickly disappears as he works in and out, fucking my ass with his finger while his cock fills my pussy. His movements are filled with possession so overwhelming, I can’t help but shudder.

Once I’m thoroughly acclimated, he resumes his thrusts, bouncing me on his lap as he fucks both my holes. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough.

He pounds into me at a punishing pace that has me mewling. “Please. Fuck, I need more.”

“My greedy little demon,” he purrs in my ear before working another finger inside my ass.

I shudder, dangerously close to unraveling. “Make me come,” I demand, already tipping forward into the storm of it.

He doesn’t hesitate. His thrusts grow erratic, relentless, until my body clamps down, and I have no choice but to fall. He covers my mouth with one hand as I scream his name into his palm, the sound swallowed by the velvet-dark confines of the carriage.

Pleasure crests in wave after wave, soaking the space between us, seeping into everything. My breath stutters, thighs trembling from the aftershock.

“Gods, Princess,” Aurelius groans. “That was fucking sexy. I can’t wait to wear your scent. Now I’m going to fill you with my cum as we enter your fiancé’s kingdom. When you step foot into his palace, it’ll be my seed spilling down your thighs.”

His feral possessive words spark something volatile inside me. Uninhibited whimpers fall from my lips before he spills himself with one final thrust.

I collapse against his chest, the warmth of release slipping between us, his hands smoothing my hair back as the carriage begins to slow. My breath catches in my throat as I slide off his lap, limbs still loose with afterglow.

“Forty-eight seconds?” I pant. “Was that really true?”

He laughs as he buttons his own pants. Before I have mine back in place, he flips us so I’m sitting on the bench, looking into his devious, dark eyes.

“How about I just show you, hm? I’d say we have a couple of minutes before that carriage door opens. Maybe less.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he shoves two fingers on his right hand into my pussy, curling them forward. I feel his Gift work at full capacity as pleasure and blood flow immediately build around my clit. His fingers continue curling inside of me as his thumb finds my clit.

Sweet relief washes through me at his touch, and I hiss as his teeth find the spot between my neck and shoulder. He bites down, sucking the skin into his warm mouth. The combined sensation has me racing toward a second climax.

In and out, his fingers pump, curling every single stroke. His thumb circles my clit faster as his Gift continues coursing through me, heightening my pleasure. Then he mutters the words that are my complete undoing, “Be my good little whore, General, and come on my fingers.”

My orgasm explodes through me, my back arching off the seat, legs trembling. I suck in a deep breath, trying to bring myself down from the high his touch created. Euphoria ebbs through me as I feel him pull my pants back into place.

He traces my lips with the fingers he just used to fuck me, then slips them in my mouth. “Suck.”

I oblige, running my tongue over his fingers and savoring the salty, tangy flavor of our combined releases. Just then, the carriage door flies open, revealing an irritated Prince Ayden.

“Are you two fucking kidding me right now?” His angry amber eyes dart between us.

“No, we just finished fucking,” Aurelius says easily, smirking. “Sorry you missed the show.”

I move toward the door, but Ayden stops me. Heated eyes take me in as he scans every inch. “Princess,” he says, quiet and firm, “you are going to play along with what comes next. Aurelius, you are going to restrain yourself and let it happen. There are eyes watching. Am I absolutely clear?”

I nod in understanding, wondering what comes next.

“Aurelius,” Ayden growls, “I need confirmation.”

After a few moments, Aurelius begrudgingly responds, “Fine. I won’t react.”

Ayden’s shoulders sag in relief. “Sorry about this, love.”

He pulls me from the carriage and into his arms in one smooth motion, one hand wrapped low on my back, the other threading into my hair. His lips find mine in a searing kiss. Using his grip on my hair, he tilts my head back and uses the new angle to take the kiss even deeper.

I play along, just like he demanded, letting my tongue meet his as my hand grips the back of his shirt tightly.

He breaks our kiss, trailing his lips down my neck to the same place Aurelius had just bit.

The flesh there is tender, and I realize Aurelius must have left a mark.

Ayden covers the spot with his mouth, sucking it with fervor.

A soft, breathy whimper escapes me at the sensation, and I feel my body responding to his touch. It’s nothing like the passion Aurelius ignites within me, but it’s responding all the same.

“Brother, are you done attacking your fiancée’s neck? I would like to meet her.” A sensuous alto voice says, breaking the trance we were in. It carries the same familiar accent that Ayden speaks with, and I find myself wanting to hear her sing.

Ayden releases my neck and disentangles his fingers from my hair. He does his best to straighten my curls and clothing before turning to face the female.

When he steps aside, my eyes find a female who I have no doubt is Ayden’s sister, Rowina.

Dark brown curls bounce as she turns her head, amber eyes to match his stare back at me.

She’s shorter than me, but not by much. Round hips and a generous bust give her curves similar to my own.

She’s not toned like I am, but she’s not delicate, either.

“Oh my brother.” She cocks her head, a wicked grin spreading across her face. I take a step forward to introduce myself, but she beats me to it, pulling my hand up to her mouth and placing a gentle kiss across my knuckles. “She is far too beautiful for you. I should like to keep her for myself.”

Rowina’s behavior is strange, especially for a female. I do not know what to make of her words. Aurelius and Ayden come to stand behind me, and Rowina directs her attention to Aurelius.

“Well, well,” the female muses. “If it isn’t our other brother. I can’t believe I never saw the resemblance. It seems obvious now.”

“Pleasure to see you again, Princess Rowina.” It sounds like anything but a pleasure.

Ayden steps in. “Ro, please, give them some space.”

Rowina takes a step back at the behest of her brother.

“Mother will be pleased to have you home. In your absence, she has attempted to match me with three different suitors. You’d think she’d have figured it out by now, but she always seems surprised when they all leave with no intention of returning.”

“You have mastered the art of scaring away males, dear sister. But you’re rambling; we can catch up later.”

“Fine,” she says with a pout. “I shall go fetch some whiskey from the kitchens. Gods know you’ll need it after they meet Mother. She’s in a mood.”

“She’s in a mood because you put her in a mood,” Ayden levels her with a knowing look.

“It’s not intentional,” she says, then mumbles, “most of the time.”

“Go. I will see you later.”

She turns and strides away, throwing a “Good luck!” over her shoulder as she disappears into the castle.

“What was all that about?” I ask after she’s out of earshot.

“Which part?” Ayden asks, amused.

“All of it, really. But the part about the suitors?”

They both laugh, apparently knowing something I don’t. “Let’s just say Ro is capable of pleasuring females better than most of the males our mother keeps throwing at her.”

“She still hasn’t figured that out?” Aurelius asks. “I picked up on that my first visit here.”

Ayden shrugs. “I’m pretty sure she’s just in denial. Ro does not try to hide it at all.”

“Would she care if your sister did not marry a male?” I ask.

“I do not believe she would love her any less, but I do not know how accepting she would be,” Ayden explains, “My mother is fixated on ensuring the Mordet line continues. I think she would only have a hard time accepting that Rowina will most likely not bear her any grandchildren.”

“What a ridiculous thing to be caught up on,” I say, mostly to myself.

“Yes, well, prepare yourself,” he warns, casting me a knowing look. “It likely won’t take her long to push you for heirs.”

I roll my eyes. “Fantastic.”

Aurelius remains suspiciously silent and well-behaved as we make our way through the castle gates.

Aurelius walks ahead, but not before brushing close, his voice a soft whisper just for me. “Forty-two seconds.”