It’s an answer.
It’s a plea.
“I want your slick to coat my cock. I want your pussy to clamp down around me so hard that it demands me to come with you. I want to burst inside of you until my cum and your gold comes dripping from this hot”—thrust—“tight”—thrust—“cunt.” Thrust.
I explode.
With his hips thrust up so deep inside of me I can feel him in my stomach, I burst into flames and bliss. My orgasm is tremulous and quaking, a full-body shiver that makes me scream against his hand.
I feel his choppy thrust up into me, and then I hear the most erotic groan as he spills inside of me, delivering on his wet promise.
Perfection.
Pure perfection in his wicked seduction.
When my orgasm fades, I slump against his chest, and he holds me there in his lap, the bounce of our rushed breaths pairing together.
And I realize right then, that those men back at the market? They weren’t wrong.
I did jump from one king to another—from one male to another.
But the difference?
This time, I actually chose right.
CHAPTER 51
AUREN
After we get back to Brackhill, we find the others have already returned, since apparently, Slade had the driver take us the long way.
Not the first time he’s done that with me. He definitely took me the long way on our journey to Fifth Kingdom.
Bright side, I didn’t have to explain my current state of disarray. No amount of finger-combing or trying to act natural was going to fix my mussed hair or the burnished blush on my cheeks.
I washed up, taking the longest, warmest bath I could, and came out smelling like jasmine and honeycombs. After, Slade sat me in front of the seat by the window and brushed my hair in soft, languorous motions.
It made me want to curl up and purr.
Now, with a simple braid down my back and a few tendrils loose around my face, I choose one of the dresses we bought while we were out in the city. It might not be tailored directly to my size, but it fits, and the color reminds me of thunderclouds.
I slip it on over my head, the square neck showing just a hint of cleavage, the shirred ruffle material stretched around my breasts. Just below, the skirt gathers in ashen layers dragged down past my ankles, the sleeves just a sparse bit of sheer folds hanging from the tops of my shoulders. It’s simple but pretty, and it’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than any of the dresses I had to wear in Fifth Kingdom.
Slade comes striding out of the closet, fingers doing up the button at his wrist. His long-sleeved shirt is black as usual, but with thick brown strands threaded at the shoulder seams, and bicone brass buttons trimmed down the front. The shirt is tucked into black pants that hug his groin and thighs very nicely. With boots and the formal jacket he pulls on, he looks intimidating and sexy, his hair still slightly damp from his own wash-up.
His gaze casts down my figure and back up again, and he comes over to slip an arm around my waist and pull me close. His lips press against the top of my head. “You look beautiful.”
“So do you,” I say as he pulls away.
Digging into his pocket, he pulls out the dainty bracelet he bought from the market and slips it onto my wrist. “You should gild this as soon as you can,” he tells me.
“Why?” I ask curiously, finger running over the dark gemstone.
“You can’t create new gold in the night, but you can still call to it. I always want you to have some on you so you can protect yourself.”
I smile. “Smart.”
He curls a strand of my hair around his finger and then tugs it gently, gaze searching my face. “Are you ready for this dinner?”
My fingers twist together. Not really, but Slade and I discussed at length how we’re going to handle Manu when certain topics arise. Still, it’s nerve-wracking, especially knowing what they want.
Instead of voicing those concerns, I say, “I’ve been a fixture in the backgrounds of many political talks.”
“But you won’t be a fixture, and you won’t be in the background. You’ll be at my side.”
That fact both intimidates me and encourages me.
“What do you think Manu will say?”
Slade shrugs. “He’s advisor to his sister. Everything he says tonight will be his political strives to strengthen Kaila’s position. It’ll be interesting to see what angle they choose to play.”
“They’re summoning me to a Conflux. I’d say their angle is that they hate me.”
“Hate has nothing to do with it,” Slade replies. “When it comes to the games the monarchs in this world play—me included—it’s about strategy. There are no feelings involved, it’s just about power. How to get it, how to keep it, how to attain more of it. And most of all, how to make sure others don’t have more power than them.”