Page 68 of The Dragon Queen Complete Series Collection

Chapter 67

If this was the life of queens, then I approved wholeheartedly. All of my buttons had been flicked open now and my shirt pulled up and out of my pants to fall freely from my shoulders. And what Brom found there? He explored slowly but surely, kissing my collarbone, the curve of my breasts, my shoulders equally. But when he flicked his tongue across my nipple, I jolted. The points were achingly sensitive, awakened now by him, by all my men. So when his fingers teased them to hard points, all I could do was gasp my appreciation, then moan as his caresses took me to the edge of pain, stopping at the sharp end of pleasure instead. Then he bent his head, brushing his soft lips across the aching points before sucking one into his mouth.

Would I ever get used to this feeling? Long, slow sucks that created great waves of sensation which had me shifting restlessly on his lap even as I clung to his hair. But right as I feared I’d go mad from the stimulation, he broke away, licking the hard bead before turning to do the same with the other.

“Brom…” My voice was growing squeakier the more he sucked, a terrible tension building up inside me until I found the spot where I needed to be.

The place that ached between my thighs landed on the hard ridge of his erection and that’s where it stayed. I moved slightly, just small jerking movements that seemed to ease the tension inside me yet also ratchet it up higher.

“Brom…” I mumbled that into his hair, clutching at him now. “Brom…”

“Needy, milady?”

There was something so bloody debauched about his tone, as if the wing commander had been left at the door, leaving only the man. He pushed away, staring up at me, eyes sliding down to my bare breasts and then back up again before I nodded. He lifted me up off his lap, which was unexpected, then set me down on the edge of the bed as he slipped off it. My eyes followed his hands as they tugged the toggles of his jacket open, my own reaching up once his jacket was tossed aside and then his shirt but he took my hands in his and gave them a squeeze.

“Not yet, love,” he told me. “This time is all for you.”

And who was I to complain about that? Instead I watched him with hot eyes as he stripped my shirt off, then removed the rest of my clothing until I was completely bare for him, the contrast between his partially dressed state and my nakedness somehow making this all so much more salacious. Then he dropped down to his knees.

“Brom, you don’t?—”

“Shh…”

Anything I might have to say was quickly silenced as he placed a kiss to the inside of my knee. I had an inkling of what was to come and yet none at all so I went perfectly still. He rolled his eyes up to look at me, watching my response as he kissed his way a little higher. A boyish grin spread across his face as my thighs slid wider, giving him ample room to move. And move he did, kissing higher and higher, the skin feeling uncharacteristically sensitive as he worked his way up, so by the time he made his way to my core I was fairly quivering with anticipation.

“My drill sergeant tells me you know how this will go,” he told me. “I know you experienced many things the other night, but this is different. This is just us. I want to give you pleasure, Pippin, as much as I can wring from your body.” His finger slid through my folds, making me shiver. “I’ll do that with my tongue and my fingers?—”

“Yes,” I gasped out, not needing this lesson. We needed to move right along to the main event, the throb of my blood told me.

“Yes?” He smiled then wickedly, then slid his hands under me so he cupped my arse, his thumbs pressing into the crease where my legs joined my hips. As his eyes slid down, there was a look of reverence on his face in response to what he saw. “Yes,” he agreed, nodding once before diving in.

I wanted to watch, wanted to see Brom pleasure me, but my spine turned to water at the first lick, my body falling back on the bed. I was left to writhe on my father’s counterpane as Brom licked me slowly, thoroughly, mapping every inch of my tender flesh before narrowing his focus on my pearl. What a treasure it was, this part of me Ged had helped me to discover, gifting me a pleasure I’d never heard mention of, nor expected.

My hands slapped down on Brom’s scalp as if to stop him from pulling away, but if anything he delved deeper, thrusting his tongue inside me until I was moaning like a slattern. Then he flicked it up and sucked my pearl with the same slow rolls of pressure that had my fingers clawing at the bedspread. My hips moved instinctively, grinding against his face, his beard scoring me with every swipe, but I couldn’t stop. And right as my cries became high pitched and breathy, something much harder prodded at my entrance.

I was still tender from Flynn and Ged’s ministrations but I couldn’t even think of stopping him. That harsh, almost bruising friction as he forced his fingers inside me was something I’d never expected to crave but I did. I’d thought sex was a pleasure only for men, with the only joy for women coming from the babies that resulted. But it was clear that I was an unnatural woman, with the way my body responded to sex, and right now I gloried in it.

My arms spread out above my head and I stretched my whole body as the pleasure came rushing to a head. I called his name over and over, begging him for something he was just about to deliver.

“Brom!”

Something inside me clenched hard and with it came a pleasure that felt like it rained down over every inch of my body. I was noisy, completely abandoning any kind of decorum, glad Glimmer was down with her mates because it must’ve been apparent to everyone what I was doing. But I couldn’t seem to care. Not when I felt like this, an ecstasy that was so pure it felt crystalline, radiant, right before I came crashing down.

Brom was up and on the bed, kissing me with lips coated with my release but I kissed him right back regardless. I clawed at his chest, snuggled in tight against him, needing more contact, more as he settled us down on the bed.

“Better, my lady wife?”

His voice was full of warmth and good humour, and it felt like all of the pain of the previous few days had been washed away. We clung to each other until our breaths evened out and then I spidered my fingers down his chest, towards the lump in his pants.

“And you?” I asked, glad my face was tucked into his chest, because my cheeks flushed bright red in response.

He grabbed my hand then, pressing the knuckles to his lips and kissing them before hugging me tighter.

“All I wanted was to please you, Pippin. If that was done?—”

“Dear god, yes,” I replied with a sigh.

“Then my duties as your husband have been fulfilled.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I sighed, feeling the post coital languor settling over me, tugging me down and into sleep. But even as I fell into that, a faint moment of disquiet pricked at me.

What man would give such pleasure without taking his own?

I didn’t know how to answer that, and I fell asleep not long afterwards.