Page 66 of The Never List
Warmth pools low in my core, making me slicker as his eyes dip between my thighs again. I take a deep breath, adjusting as I move on him. I gather the skirts of my dress, hiking them up my stomach, bunching them beneath my breasts so he can see everything.
“Like this?” I ask, my voice thick with lust.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, eyes flickering to mine for only a moment before he returns to watching me move on him. “Just like that.”
My thighs ache from rocking against him, but it’s akind of delicious burn that only makes the prize that much sweeter. And Kal is the fucking prize. I know that, have known that for some time. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I’m not sure if I ever will again.
Kal’s hands fly to my hips, gripping them and helping me move, lifting me slightly before lowering me, the powerful man completely in control. I lean back, fearless as he maneuvers my hips, lifting me or rocking me against him. I’m dizzy from the height, from my orgasm, from his power, all of it, and I love it.
I never want it to end.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. “Riding me. I love you like this.” He reaches up to drag a thumb over my bottom lip, then trails his fingers lower, palming one of my breasts through my dress.
“Kal.” I moan his name, rocking against him with more intensity, chasing what I can feel building again beneath my skin.
He releases my breast, working his way down and over the bunch of fabric I still hold, then lower until he reaches my aching heat. “This what you need?” His question is almost a growl as he lightly touches me there. “This what you want?”
“Goddess,” I groan, moving against him, desperate for that touch. “Yes. Please, Kal,” I beg.“More.”
Kal rises up suddenly, a move so effortless I have to marvel at his power. And it’s only a fraction of what could be if I choose him…choose them all, in the end.
“Remember this,” he says, a plea to his tone. We’re chest to chest again. I keep moving, keep relishing every time we clash together. “Remember I’llalwaysgive you what youneed.”
He presses down on that sensitive bundle of nerves just as I take him to the hilt again, and the motions collide in a burst of pleasure that makes me cry out his name so loud, I wonder if the city below can hear me. Waves of sparkling heat cascade down my body. I tremble against him, clenching around him so hard, he finds his release just after mine. Before I can catch my breath, he’s kissing me—a gentle, lazy sort of kiss that unravels me until every inch of my body feels limp and sated.
“Can we stay a little longer?” I ask when I’ve caught my breath.
He leans his forehead against mine. “As long as you want.”
My heart climbs up my throat as I wrap my arms around him. Lucky for me, it blocks the words my instincts are shouting at me to say, because it would do neither of us any good if I begged forforever.
20
Rylee
“I’ve brought in a selection of earring choices for you—” Mirren stops herself short as she rounds the corner, pausing with a velvet box in her hand. “You’re wearing red.”
I glance down at the dress I chose for tonight, running my hands over the fabric. The sleeves meet my wrists, but my shoulders are bare, the dress dipping slightly between my breasts before cinching over my torso and fanning out around my hips until it kisses the floor. A red leather belt adds some strength to the delicate details, the fabrics alternating between sheer red lace and luscious silk with elegant beadwork throughout.
“Do you think Kal will like it?” I ask, and not all the self-consciousness is for show. We’re in the room at the palace I stayed in that first night, dinner with the kings minutes away.
Mirren almost looks like she’ll smile, almost looks like she’ll give me an approving nod or a warm squeeze on the shoulder. But that’s not her, so instead, she purses her lips and crosses the room to meet me. “He might,” she says, holding the box out to me. “I’d wear these.” She points to a pair of ruby earrings that are simple and won’t take away from the dress.
“Thank you,” I say, putting them in. As usual, my blond hair is down, my mark covered. I made it an entire month with Kal studying every inch of my body and not noticing it. Makeup truly is a luxury I can’t afford to live without.
“Any advice?” I ask Mirren as she discards the box on my vanity and follows me toward the main doors of my rooms.
“Sit on Kal’s left,” she says as we pause at the door. “There will be options to sit near the kings, but the proper place of a mate is to the left.”
“What if all the Legends are present?”
“They won’t be tonight,” Mirren says. “But when they are, you’ll sit to the left of whoever has the open spot next to him.” I nod, my nerves tangling. “And if you can, be slow to react.”
I raise my brows.
“I quite enjoy your lack of filter,” she continues. “But not all the kings will appreciate your candor.”
My teeth grind together at the thought of the last time I met with the four kings. Baydel’s hands on my skin, entitled and sloppy and uninvited.
