Page 98 of Vicious Kings
I sink back, but before my head can hit the mirror behind me, Corvinus's hand cradles it to soften the impact, which is… annoyingly thoughtful.
It's easier to hate him when I'm kissing him than when he's doing stupid shit like that. Or carrying my fucking books, as if I don't have arms.
I push the thought away and deepen the kiss, my tongue pushing back against his. He moans into my mouth and acceptsthe challenge, warring with me even as our bodies press together.
Corvinus's hands travel down from my waist, hitching up my skirt, and I moan involuntarily as they meet my bare thighs.
Fuck…
I've never actually gone this far with anyone. Made out, sure, but not anything like this. I'm hoping my inexperience isn't too obvious, even though I doubt that would be a drawback considering the fact that alphas treat omegas like we're pure, innocent flowers made of glass.
"You are so beautiful," Corvinus murmurs, breaking the kiss to gaze down at me as his hands travel up my thighs. The way he's looking at me is more unsettling than the words themselves.
I'm not used to being looked at like this. Like I'm something to be treasured and soaked in. I've had guys find me attractive, but that's not the same thing. I don't think human men are even capable of looking at someone the way Corvinus is looking at me, and I can't even blame it all on this alpha-omega bullshit.
Not entirely.
"You're overthinking this," I manage, my voice coming out breathier than I'd like. "Less talking. More touching."
Corvinus pulls back, and his lust from a moment earlier is tempered by an emotion that looks annoyingly close to restraint.
His hands are still on my thighs, fingers stroking my skin in a rhythm that's making it really hard to think. But he's not moving them higher.
"Billie." His voice is rough. Wrecked, actually, like I've broken him just by kissing him. "We should probably talk about how far this is going to go."
"What, you're afraid deflowering me breaks some kind of royal protocol?"
His hands go completely still on my thighs, and those blue eyes widen by a fraction. Not much, but enough.
"You're a virgin," he says. Not a question.
"Don't make it weird."
"I'm definitely not going there." He says it with such absolute certainty that I almost believe he means it. His jaw is tight, every muscle in his body coiled like he's fighting a war with himself. "Not in a school bathroom. Not like this."
I roll my eyes. Of course I've got a vendetta against the one Fae alpha with a modicum of control over his dick. He couldn't go and make slaying him easy.
"Then what was the point of?—"
"I said I wouldn't fuck you in a bathroom." His smile returns, slow and devastating, and his hands slide back up my thighs with renewed purpose. "I didn't say there weren't other things we could do."
Oh.
He drops to his knees.
The sight of Prince Corvinus Luxellier, heir to the Seelie throne, kneeling on the bathroom floor between my legs does something to my brain that I'm not ready to analyze. Not now, maybe not ever.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, and he pauses, looking up at me with those impossible eyes. Asking permission. The most powerful Fae prince alive, askingmefor permission.
And I actually want to give it.
I nod, because my voice has apparently left the building.
He pulls them down my legs slowly, folding them—the psychopath—and setting them on the counter beside me. Then his hands are on my knees, spreading them wider, and the cool air against my core makes me shiver.
"If you want me to stop," he says, his breath warm against my inner thigh, "say the word."
"If you don't start, I'm going to kick you in the face."
