Page 230 of The Queen’s Shadow

“I just… I don’t know what to make of all this. I don’t know what you want from me. Tell me what you want. Please.”

“I want you to be mine. I thought I’d made that pretty fucking obvious.”

“Rycon…” She said, looking unsure, but my name on her lips made my dick twitch.

“That’s better. Say it again.” I murmured, moving in even closer. I pulled her toward me, until our noses were touching. Turning my head to the side, I lined my mouth up with hers, swallowing each little breath as it escaped her lips.

“Rycon.” She said again and the last thread of control I had, snapped. I closed the rest of the distance between us and pressed my lips to hers. Her catnip scent flooded my nostrils and it felt like I was dropping on fucking ecstacy. I forced myself to pause, giving her the opportunity to pull away, but to my absolute fucking delight she melted into me. Her little hand moved to my chest, and left tiny sparks of pleasure in its wake as it slid up and around my neck.

That was all the permission I needed. I pushed her back into the pillows, holding myself over her as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, finally tasting her. I groaned, sucking on her tongue and nearly coming apart just from the feel of having a piece of her inside me. I was drowning in her, and now that I had a taste, I would relapse over and over again until I overdosed on the drug that was Kasha. I didn’t care if it fucking killed me.

I released her tongue so I could catch her lips in my mouth next. I wanted to devour every godsdamned piece of her. I would never get enough… my life as I knew it was over and it ended with Kasha spread beneath me.

She arched against my chest and I couldn’t help but slide my hand from her face and over her breast, where her nipple peaked beneath my t-shirt. I pinched one of the hardened tips between my fingers and she gasped into my mouth. I devoured that too, running my other hand up the back of her neck, gripping her by her hair. I pulled her head back, bearing her throat to me as I buried my face into her, inhaling her scent.

I left another mark on her neck, higher up and closer to her jaw, the feeling of her flesh between my teeth nearly sent me over the edge.

“Kasha, you’re going to be the fucking death of me.” I growled against her, and she ran her hands into my hair, gripping me the same way I was gripping her.

“Rycon.” She gasped, and my name on her lips drove me wild. I ground against her, unable to hold myself back.

“Rycon.” She repeated. Her voice was filled with lust but also… hesitation. I froze, and pulled back off of her.

“What’s wrong?” I breathed, and she looked up at me with her large brandy eyes. She seemed conflicted, which meant she wasn’t ready for this. I pulled away, doing my best to adjust myself so I was tucked up into my waistband, not wanting to shove my arousal down her throat if she wanted to stop.

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?” I asked, reaching out to brush a strand of blue hair out of her eyes. My heart was hammering. I had gotten carried away. If I had just ruined everything, I was going to be so fucking pissed at myself.

She shook her head gently and swallowed. “No, I just… I need time to think.” She said softly, and I nearly choked with relief. She was okay. She just needed more time.

“You can take all the time you want.” I assured her, tapping her nose gently, and smiling at her. “Sorry I pounced on you.”

“It’s okay.” She said, smiling up at me shyly. She touched her fingers to her lips, as if still shocked that they had just been in my mouth. She reeked of arousal and the scent of it made me want to purr. She may need more time, but she wanted me, and nothing made me fucking happier.

“Go to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” I needed to get out of this room before I pounced on her again. My cock was straining against the waistband of my jeans and I was worried the friction was going to push me over the damn edge. I got up to leave, when she stopped me.

“Hey… you said you would give me a hint about where to find Alley Cat.”

I tossed her a grin over my shoulder. “I’m a panther, Kasha. You really think I would hide something on the ground?”

She immediately looked up, as if she would find the plushie taped to the ceiling.

I chuckled. “Go to sleep. You can keep looking for him tomorrow.” I said, closing her door behind me and making a beeline for the bathroom.

There was no way I was going to be able to sleep without busting a nut. My dick was still so hard it hurt. Her scent was all over me. It was on my skin and in my nose and I was nearly shaking with the need for release. I turned the shower on and slid out of my clothes. I didn’t even wait for the water to heat up before stepping into the freezing stream. I hoped it would snap me out of the increasingly urgent need to come.

Resting one hand against the wall, I wrapped the other one around my shaft, stroking myself firmly. Looking down at my hand, I imagined what it would look like if Kasha were on her knees before me, taking me down her throat as she gazed up at me with those endless brandy eyes.

Fuck, she would look so good with my cock in her mouth.

I felt my balls tighten as I edged myself closer to release. Then, I heard something. Despite the screaming need to bust all over the godsdamned shower, I stopped, my ears pricking.

Someone was in the fucking house.

I shot out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. I was going to kill whoever the fuck was responsible for giving me the bluest godsdamned balls I had ever suffered through in my life. I snatched my handgun and shadowstone dagger up from where I had dropped them and exploded into the main room.

I froze, rage coursing through my veins the moment my eyes landed on the intruder.

It was fucking Anaya.