Page 14 of Unwilling Queen (Kingdoms #1)

Chapter

Fourteen

Colbie

N ox doesn’t even hesitate. He reaches under me and lifts me by my thighs, molding my body to his as I circle my arms around his neck. I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth plunders mine. His kiss is hot and doesn’t let up as his tongue tangles with mine, demanding my submission. He owns me with this kiss, and I am so fucking here for it. I can’t stop the low moan that leaves my mouth as my core grinds against the hard ridge of his cock in his jeans.

He pulls away suddenly, and we stare at each other. I’m breathless, and my heart is racing a million miles an hour. I put a finger to my lips. It’s swollen, and there’s slight chaffing from his facial stubble.

“Tell me if you would prefer pie, because if not, I’m going to take you back to my bedroom and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. He’s just as effected by this as I am.

“What pie?” I mutter before dragging his mouth back to mine. He nips and licks my mouth like he’s making love to me with his tongue. I feel us move, and before long, we’re in his bedroom. He lowers me to my feet, and I shudder as I slide down his body before my feet touch the floor.

He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it off to the side before he grabs the hem of mine and does the same. I reach for the button on his jeans and quickly thumb it open before pulling the zipper down and pushing on the waistband. He helps me, pulling them off his feet and tossing them to the side.

I look my fill, my body throbbing with need as I reach out and run both hands down all that glorious expanse of skin. He grabs my hands when I get to his stomach and chuckles, pinning them behind my back.

“Not yet, sweetheart, otherwise this will be over before we even get started. It’s been a long time, and I want to make sure I worship your beautiful body first.”

He keeps my hands pinned as he backs me toward the bed, his mouth brushing kisses across the tops of my breasts, which are still covered by my bra. He moves both my hands to one of his before skillfully flicking open the catch of my bra.

“Wow, hot and talented,” I tease as he releases my arms and drags my bra straps down before that also joins the clothes that have been tossed aside.

“I might not have a lot of experience, but I make up for it in enthusiasm,” he says, and I freeze.

“Have you done this before?” I ask hesitantly, and he chuckles.

“A few times. I had a wild phase when I first left my village and spent a few months trying to fuck my problems away with a wide selection of the population.” Ah, so I was right about him being a hit it and quit it kind of guy. “But that was years ago. What I meant is I haven’t had a lot of experience having sex with someone I actually give a damn about.”

He looks me in the eye, and I see vulnerability in his gaze. I reach up and cup his cheek, running my thumb across his lip. “I know how you feel, but you’re doing just fine.”

His hands slide up my body, caressing my skin, the rough calluses on his thumbs creating a delicious friction. He caresses my breasts, his gaze dropping down to watch what he’s doing, and he groans as he leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucks, and my knees weaken. I stumble, but he holds me up as his tongue flicks across my nipple, circling it before he bites down gently. I hiss at the slight sting of pain, but then he soothes it with his tongue, and I’m putty in his hands.

He moves his mouth to my other breast, placing kisses along the way as he lifts me and drops me back onto his bed. I bounce, but he reaches for the button of my jeans, and before I even get my bearings, he strips them off, and I’m lying naked apart from the cuffs on my wrists.

“Stunning,” he murmurs as he strips off his briefs, and it’s my turn to stare. Oh my fucking god.

“Nope, no way. That thing isn’t going to fit,” I stammer, waving at the cock that slapped against his stomach when he removed his pants. I thought he felt big when I was grinding against his jeans, but this is extreme. It has to be nine or ten inches and thick.

He chuckles and palms it, giving it a squeeze, and I watch as a bead of precum appears on the tip. My mouth waters, and I get the urge to lean forward and lick it up. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure you’re ready for it before I fill your sweet pussy.”

Oh my god, the man is a dirty talker. He climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me like a large cat stalking its prey. He pushes my knees apart and trails a smattering of kisses up the inside of one thigh before diving right in and sweeping his tongue through my folds, causing me to shudder in pleasure.

I groan and flop back on the bed, giving over to the overwhelming need to let him have his way. I might die—death by cock—but what a way to go.

Licking me with long, sure strokes, he alternates between fucking my needy hole and circling my throbbing bud. I thrash my head back and forth, gripping the sheets as extreme pleasure rockets through my body, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My brain short-circuits as he shoves my thighs wide and sinks two fingers into my throbbing cunt, curling them against the spongy inner wall and caressing my G-spot. I hurtle over the edge into the most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever had.

I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming and say a little prayer of thanks that Nox doesn’t have any close neighbors.

I’m boneless and panting when he finally lifts his head. His mouth glimmers in the low light as he prowls up my body, cupping my breasts as he slowly tongues one swollen nipple before doing the same to the other. I thread my hands through his hair and tug him up, dying to feel his monster cock between my legs, even if I am nervous.

He drops a kiss between my breasts before turning his attention to my mouth. I can taste myself on him as he licks and nips, giving my mouth the same kind of attention he gave my pussy.

Reaching between us, I slide my hand up and down his thick, long length, and he moans, his head dropping as I thumb the dribble of precum leaking from his tip and spread it around the head of his cock. I notch him at my entrance, wrap my legs around him, and dig my heels into his taut ass, encouraging him. He thrusts slowly, sinking in slightly, and I moan as my pussy stretches wide, wrapping around him. I breathe heavily as he retreats and pushes again, sinking a little deeper with each thrust as he works himself into my tight channel until he’s finally seated. He pauses as my heart pounds and my cunt aches as she acclimates to his size. There is a small bite of pain, but that eventually fades, leaving me full and empty all at the same time.

“More,” I rasp out as I dig my heels into his ass. His breath is coming quickly too, but he listens and slowly drags his cock out before thrusting hard. My back arches off the bed, and I clutch his shoulders as he slides in, every inch of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls. He presses kisses against my shoulder, and I feel the scrape of his teeth, and all I can do is hold on as he impales me with rapid strokes. My body winds tighter and tighter with every plunge of his dick, his hands braced on the bed as he owns my body. I dig my nails into his back as he grabs one of my knees and hitches it higher, getting a better angle, and all it takes is two more strokes before my body explodes into ecstasy. My cunt grips him hard as he continues to thrust through my orgasm before he throws his head back and shouts, pumping me full of his cum.

He collapses onto me, his weight comforting as we let the sensations of our orgasms ride through our shaking, spent limbs. My legs ache, but I don’t push him off. Instead, I run gentle hands up and down his sweaty back as he nuzzles into my neck, placing tiny kisses all over it while muttering words of praise. My soul aches at his words and the thought that this may be my only chance at real happiness. He rolls off me before gathering me in his arms and pulling me against him, running his fingers through my hair as I place my hand over his chest and snuggle in.

My breathing finally eases, and I lift my head from his chest and run my finger over the tattoo inked above his heart. It kind of looks like a tree with a heart on the trunk, and then there are six branches with symbols at the end of each branch. I try to get a closer look, but we never turned the light on, and the only thing illuminating the room is the light from the living area, so it isn’t a lot.

Nox flinches at my touch before sliding his hand between mine and his skin, covering the tattoo.

“Sorry, it tickles,” he mumbles, and I rest my head against his chest again.

“What does it mean?” I ask, and he’s quiet for a moment.

“It’s a symbol of a previous life best forgotten,” he says flatly, and I decide to let it go. It’s obviously a topic he doesn’t want to talk about.

I’m so tired that I feel my eyes flutter closed, and he pulls me closer and presses a kiss to my forehead. As I fall into a deep sleep, I hear him murmur, “Unlike this, which I will never forget.”

T here’s a warm, heavy body wrapped around mine when I wake the following morning. My body aches deliciously, and a smile creeps across my lips when I think about exactly why it does. Holy hell, Nox is talented in bed, and the stamina! I’ve never had sex with another man who could keep going like he could. I’m going to feel him for days.

I open my eyes and find him wrapped around me, his face slack with sleep. There’s a small frown between his eyebrows, and I reach out to smooth it with my finger. He grumbles and swats my hand away before huffing and rolling over. I giggle quietly before sitting up and finding a shirt to throw on over my naked body. I grimace at the thought of putting on yesterday’s panties, so instead, I grab a pair of Nox’s shorts that are on a chair in the corner of the room. I pull them up and head out into the living area to make some coffee.

The bedroom was dark, the blackout blinds pulled across the windows, but the sun is shining through the windows at the front of the house. The bad weather has passed us by, and the ocean is glassy and calm. The waves rolling in form beautiful sets that look like they may be perfect for surfing. Smiling, I stretch, but a sharp pain in my finger and a hiss has me yelping.

I stick my bleeding finger in my mouth and glare at the fucking cat. He’s sitting on the top of his cat tree, his tail flicking back and forth aggressively, and there’s a rumbling sound of hostility coming from him. I must have stretched too close to his perch, and he got me when he swiped at me.

“Asshole.” I glare at him. “See if I feed you now.” I stick my tongue out at him and head for the kitchen. The coffee machine is one of those pod ones, and I fill it with water before searching the cupboards for the pods. I get it running, and my finger is still bleeding, so I go in search of a bandage to wrap around it. I can’t find any. He must keep them in his bathroom, and I don’t want to go into his room and wake him up, so I wrap a tissue around it for now.

When my mug fills, I add creamer and sugar and wander out to the patio. I lean against the railing, one of my cuffs banging against it loudly. I was able to distract Nox last night, and I never ended up removing them. I’m not sure how I’m going to continue to hide the marks if we go surfing though. Maybe he will think they are tattoos. Heck, he has one on his chest, so he’s no stranger to them, but he is somewhat of an expert on supernatural races. Maybe he has a long-sleeved rash guard I can wear that will hide them.

Before I can worry any more, a warm hand slides under my shirt, and I’m tugged back against a hard body as kisses are placed on my neck. I tip my head to the side and sink back against him as he murmurs in my ear.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” he asks, and I moan as his hand slips up and cups my breast.

“So well,” I reply, turning my head so he can kiss me. It’s lazy and slow, and just when I’m thinking fuck the coffee and the waves, he pulls away.

“Now that is a good morning greeting.” He grins at me before reaching for my coffee and raising an eyebrow. “May I?”

I nod and pass him the cup. He takes a sip, groaning as he swallows, and my core clenches, but before I can tug him back inside, he notices the tissue wrapped around my finger, and his lips purse in concern.

“What happened?” he asks, passing me my coffee and picking up my injured hand.

“Stormy obviously isn’t a morning cat, or maybe it’s just me,” I reply ruefully.

“Stormy did this?” He sounds surprised, and I nod. He unwraps the tissue, and thankfully, it’s finally stopped bleeding. There’s a long, deep scratch that caught the cuticle of my nail before digging into the back of my middle finger. It’s actually quite an impressive scratch. He was really out for blood.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know what has gotten into him,” he apologizes, scrunching up the tissue.

“Maybe he’s hungry. We did get distracted last night,” I say, kindly making an excuse for the horrible creature.

“He has an automatic feeder, and have you seen him? It’s not like he’s starving.” He moves back inside, and I follow him.

He heads toward the cat tree where Stormy is still standing guard, watching over his domain. He picks up the giant animal, and I watch as he snuggles his face into him while scolding him like he’s reprimanding a toddler.

I’m not sure what breed of cat he is, but he’s bigger than any I’ve seen before. He bats at Nox’s face playfully, not a claw in sight, before Nox carries him under his arm into the kitchen and prepares him a can of wet food. He places it in a little ceramic bowl with the word “Stormy” on it before setting it on the ground. Stormy ignores me as I approach and tucks into his food. I take a seat at the breakfast bar as Nox grabs a mug and fills it with coffee before offering to refill mine. I nod, and then we both add cream and sugar before he joins me.

“You up for surfing today?” Nox asks, and I groan and stretch, the aches in my body not easing in the least.

“I don’t know, my body is pretty achy,” I tell him, and his smile turns into a wide, smug grin that tells me he knows exactly what I’m talking about. “Maybe I’ll just sit on the beach and watch. I don’t even have a swimsuit here,” I remind him, and he shrugs.

“I’m pretty sure I have a spare rash guard somewhere that my sister left behind when she and her mat—family visited.”

He jumps up and hurries into the spare room as I think about what he just said. That’s the first time he’s mentioned his family. I look around the room, searching for evidence of a family, but there aren’t any photos except for the one above the fireplace. I guess he must not be as close to them as I am to Mom, Granny, and Grampy, but then again, I don’t have any pictures of them in my apartment either, so maybe I’m overthinking things.

“She didn’t bother taking them home because there’s no ocean near our village.” I frown again as he mentions his village. I didn’t actually know there were any villages in the human zone. I mean, it makes sense, but I thought all the humans lived in the city. I guess that was kind of silly of me to assume. “Ah, here it is, and a pair of shorts for you too.”

He returns with a big smile, holding out a red, long-sleeved rash guard and a pair of black boardshorts. “These should fit you. She’s a little taller than you, but that shouldn’t matter. I have her wet suit outside in the rack with mine, and you can use that as well.”

I take the offered clothes and look down at them, unable to come up with any other excuse now. I need to put my money where my mouth is.

“Well, come on then, let’s get moving. We need to take advantage of the waves while they are good. Luckily for us, this is a private beach, so no one else can use it, but it doesn’t stop anyone from paddling around the point to tackle the waves. I’m actually surprised there’s no one out there yet. Usually on a day like today, a lot of locals join me.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just gives me a quick kiss on the lips and hurries outside, calling, “Get changed, and I’ll make sure the boards are waxed.”

The door closes behind him, and I finish the rest of my coffee, eyeing his half full cup. I guess surfing superseded coffee for him. Hopping off the stool, I head to the bedroom to get changed. I feel something before I see it, and I quickly jump to the side just as Stormy leaps from behind the counter, his claws extended, and tries to go for my leg. He misses, and I’m tempted to kick him because seriously, what is his problem, but instead, I pick up the pace and close the door in his face when he tries to follow me.

“Ha, suck on that, you evil Satan spawn,” I grumble as I strip off my borrowed clothes to put on the other borrowed ones. They smell like fresh laundry as I pull the rash guard over my neck. The arms get stuck on my cuffs, and I have to ease them over. Grimacing, I remove the cuffs and place them on the end of the bed before tugging the sleeves over my marks. I can’t surf in them, and I don’t want the saltwater to ruin or damage them. Luckily the sleeves cover the marks, so I don’t have to worry about Nox seeing them and asking about them.

I tug on the shorts, which are very tight, but thankfully they have an elastic waist which stretches over my butt and thighs. I’m a little worried I’m going to split them, but hopefully if I can get the wet suit on, it shouldn’t matter if I do. Obviously his sister is taller and skinnier and he was just too polite to say anything.

I crack the door open and peer out. The little furry fucker is nowhere to be seen, so I make a mad dash across the room to the door and let myself out. I slam it behind me, and Nox looks up from where he’s rubbing wax onto a board and raises an eyebrow.

“You okay?” he asks, and I lean on the door and blow out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, to be honest, your cat hates me, and he’s an asshole, so I thought it might be prudent not to get in his way.”

His eyes widen in surprise as I step away from the door. He looks between me and it and goes to take a step, but then he shakes his head like he’s thinking better of it. “Stormy hasn’t really had a lot of socialization apart from me. He’s probably jealous. I’m sorry,” he says sweetly as he wraps his arms around me and gives me a kiss, resting his forehead on mine. I lean into the hug as I stare into his gorgeous eyes. I can see the sincerity in his gaze, and I’m not going to hold his cat’s behavior against him.

I sigh dramatically. “Fine, but I expect to be a surfing expert by the time we’re finished. You better be one hell of a teacher.” I lean in and press my lips to his, but he pulls away and puts a finger against them.

“None of that, or we are never going to get into the water. Stop distracting me, woman.” He returns to waxing the surfboard, and I take a seat and enjoy the view.

He tosses the block of wax back onto the shelf once he’s satisfied with the job he’s done. Nox turns to meet my eyes and smirks before stripping off his shirt and shorts, leaving him only in briefs. He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and I giggle as he grabs his wet suit and pulls it up over his body, grabbing the zipper and dragging it up. The gold flecks in his eyes seem to glisten slightly.

“Come on, let’s get you suited up.” He holds out a hand, and I jump up and let him help me into the spare wet suit before he grabs both boards, and then we head down the stairs and to the beach.