My body willingly bends to his demand. I feel my back arch up, feel my whole body shake. And then I give him one damn more.
The rapturous torment cleaves through me, and I’m not sure how I have enough breath to scream his name, but I do. My pussy clamps around him, and he buries himself so deeply inside of me, hot jets of cum gorging into me.
And my body just dissipates. Mind completely blissed-out. I sink against the mattress with a shaken sigh, in such a state of spent, contented bliss that my eyes go dark, lids fluttering shut.
Because that one more ruined me in the best possible way.
The last thing I remember is a warm cloth wiping away the stickiness between my thighs, the gentle tucking of my hair off my face. The effortless shift of my body as I’m moved on the bed, pillow below my head and covers over the rest of me, and a tender kiss against my forehead.
Then, I’m gone to the world.
CHAPTER 58
AUREN
I wake up, prying my eyes open like they’ve been glued shut. My whole body is heavy, as if I’ve just had the best nap ever.
And then I remember why.
Orgasms.
Orgasms, and how thoroughly King Ravinger just ravaged me.
I came in here to talk to him about Manu, to ask him about the severity of the threat to his kingdom. About the Conflux, and if it really is a slap on the wrist or if Manu was blowing smoke to block the fire.
But instead of talking, he seduced me.
The prick.
Glaring at the empty room, I slam my hands down on the bedding and leap out of bed, stalking toward the closet. I think I only fell asleep for a few minutes, so I need to get down to the dinner with Manu, but I certainly can’t wear this dress. Not with its certain…noticeable spots that are now dried and stiffened on the front.
I yank off the pretty ruby fabric, thankful that Slade doesn’t have maids come in his room, because there is absolutely no way I could ever let someone else scrub this. I will be doing that myself in the bathroom later.
I shimmy my hips into a pair of black leggings and then pull on a shirt this time. Should’ve been wearing pants earlier. Then maybe I wouldn’t have let myself get seduced and become so easily distracted.
Stupid.
It’s just…that male.
He does the smirk and the chuckle and the lines of power with his scruffy jaw and his dirty words, and I just melt. Every time.
It’s also his cock. He has a really good one.
Glaring around at his closet, I call to the gold that I wrapped around the pillars in his bedroom, and it immediately floods toward me from the other room. As soon as it’s near, I direct it with my movements, slapping a hand against his favorite leather jerkin. My gold immediately engulfs it, making the fabric go all shiny and gaudy.
The sight makes me feel instantly better.
So I do his favorite pants next. Not my favorite pants—the ones that hug his glutes just right and make his butt look really good—but the other ones. Then I gild his extra boots. His coat. Even the daggers he has hanging on the walls. All of these things that he will not be able to wear anymore, because someone will definitely see.
When I’ve used up all the gold from the pillars, I dust my hands off, looking around in satisfaction.
It’s the little things.
Personally, I think he deserves it. He basically sexed me into unconsciousness so he could go off to give Manu his final answer at dinner without me being able to discuss it at length beforehand. There are a lot of lives at stake here, not just mine, and despite his certainty on the matter, it’s worth talking about.
Just as I’m about to leave the closet, my eyes catch on the feathered coat. The one I wore after I left the Red Raids. The one that Slade had in his closet back in Ranhold. But that’s not all he’s somehow been able to retrieve. From its pocket, I catch a peek of the fae book I’d brought to him back in Fifth. The book I never got to ask him about, because, once again, he’d distracted me with sex.
This seems to be a theme.
I add it to the list of things I need to talk to him about and then go into the bathroom. After I wash up and comb out my tangled hair, I throw it into a braid and then leave Slade’s rooms. Walking out into the hall, I hurry to make it to the dining room in time.
Except, when I get there, the room is empty. The table cleared off. I stop in the middle of the doorway, staring at it, my heart starting to beat quicker and quicker.
When I see a servant come in at the back of the room, I call out. “Excuse me?” The young man pauses, eyes going wide. “I’m sorry, but when did the dinner end? The one with the advisor from Third Kingdom?”