Page 99 of Vicious Kings
He laughs, low and dark, and then his mouth is on me and I stop thinking entirely.
The first stroke of his tongue pulls a sound out of me that I will deny making until the day I die.
My hand flies to his hair, fisting in those white strands, and I feel him groan against me. The vibration sends sparks up my spine and I arch off the counter, my other hand gripping the edge of the sink hard enough that my knuckles go white.
He's good at this.
He'sobscenelygood at this, and I hate him for it. I hate myself even more for being jealous thinking about all the practice he's had, and wondering if it was with any of the other omegas on this campus.
What the fuck, inner omega?
Time to schedule that lobotomy.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open and steady when my legs start to shake.
My head tips back against the mirror and I stare at the ceiling, counting the tiles out of pure desperation. Five across. Five down. Twenty-five. The pattern grounds me for exactly two seconds before he does something with his tongue that makes the numbers scatter like startled birds.
"Fuck," I gasp, and his grip on my thighs tightens.
He's relentless. And he'spatientin a way that's almost cruel, building me up with long, slow strokes before pulling back just enough to make me chase it. Every time I get close, he eases off, and fuck the mission, I'm going to murder him. I'm going to murder him right now with my thighs wrapped around his head, and wouldn't that be a fitting end for a prince.
"Corvinus." His name comes out broken, desperate, and I don't even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed. "If you don't?—"
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and the orgasm smacks me in the face harder than anyone in Isabella's bitch crew has the muscle tone to dream of.
My vision whites out. My back arches so hard I nearly slide off the counter, and only his hands on my hips keep me from crashing to the floor. The sound I make is sort of a hybrid between a moan and a sob, loud enough that anyone in the hallway woulddefinitelyhear it.
I don't even give a shit. For five, maybe ten glorious seconds, I don't care about anything.
Then reality reminds me she exists, and I remind myself that was an absolutely mission-oriented orgasm. Yep. Completely on the books.
Corvinus rises to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a gesture that's somehow both crude and elegant. Then he licks his fingers, which is absolutely obscene. His eyes are darker than before, pupils blown wide, and there's a flush across his cheekbones that makes him look almost human.
"You taste like candy, little hunter."
"You—" I start, but I don't get to finish.
"Am I interrupting, dear brother?"
The voice settles over the room like frost. We both turn to find Caelyx leaning in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. Those crimson eyes are fixed on his brother with a look so murderous I have no idea how the prince hasn't figured out this guy is trying to kill him.
It's painfully fucking obvious.
Almost as obvious as what we've been doing with my panties folded on the sink and Corvinus wearing my scent like a face mask.
How fucking long has he been standing there?
Corvinus straightens, his expression turning guarded but not nearly as much as it probably should be. "Caelyx. I didn't realize you'd taken to lurking in bathrooms."
"I didn't realize you'd taken to defiling omegas in them." Caelyx's voice is silk, but there's a knife underneath. He hasn't moved from the doorway, but his presence fills the room in a way that's different from Corvinus's. Like gravity doesn't quite work right wherever he happens to be.
I tug my skirt down, cheeks burning, and slide off the counter. My legs are still shaky, which is mortifying on multiple levels. I reach for my underwear, but Corvinus gets there first, slipping them into his pocket with a smirk that I want to slap off his face.
"Give those back," I hiss.
"Later."
"Now."
