Surprise Mates. Grace Goodwin
of satisfaction.
She set her hand on my chest, and I felt the heat of it through my tunic. Fuck, she was a contrary thing. Tiny and frail, yet a tongue sharper than a Viken’s most ruthless blade. Lightness and now this… heat.
Taking a step closer, she placed her palm in the same spot on Sambor. “I am here to enjoy myself. To have some fun.”
“Please do not let us stop you from dancing some more.” I would deny her nothing, and I had to admit watching her dance would be quite erotic. “Unless the queen bids otherwise, we will remain here and watch.”
“I want you to do more than watch me.” Or at least that’s what I thought she said—her voice had dipped almost to a whisper. “So you’re a lord?” she asked, louder this time, her thumb sliding back and forth across my chest, distracting me.
I imagined that thumb sliding over the crown of my cock, and I was ready to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off to an empty room in the palace so she could do so.
Her scent filled my head, and my heart raced as if I’d just outrun a Hive scout in a stealth fighter. “My name is Niklas.”
“Nik.”
I’d never heard anyone shorten my name before, but the abbreviation made me want to yell mine so everyone could hear me over the thrum of loud music. Gods, she was a bold little thing. No Prillon female would make such forward contact with a male. She licked her lips in Sambor’s direction.
“And you?” She looked up at Sambor, who was armed and had to be almost two heads taller than the petite female, yet she appeared unafraid.
“I am Sambor Treval.” He set his hand over hers and bowed slightly at the waist.
“Sam and Nik.” She sighed like we’d revealed the secrets of the universe and filled her with bliss. I suddenly wanted to hear more sounds from her small throat. I wanted to hear her beg, hear the soft cries of her release. Sighs of surrender. I imagined stripping the wispy green fabric from her body, unwinding the golden strands that crisscrossed her waist and breasts as if unwrapping a gift.
“Are you two together?” Her green gaze flitted between the two of us. “You know, like a warrior and his second?”
Fuck. My cock jerked to attention as Sambor nodded. “Yes, I am his chosen second.”
“How can we assist you, my lady? A beverage?” I asked, trying to regain control of my body after the gut punch that was this small, human female. Bouncing red curls, pale skin too even and perfect to be real. Her green eyes were lined with dark accents that made them appear larger, more innocent. Obviously the work of magic as she was not acting as an innocent would.
She was pure seduction. Beauty.
“Orgasms.”
I coughed, stunned by her boldness. Sambor laughed.
“Orgasms?” Sambor repeated.
“I’ve spent too many nights alone in my bed.” She looked us up and down; then her gaze remained on down, on our cocks. Mine was rock-hard and pressing against my pants. I had no doubt Sambor suffered a similar affliction. “I was hoping that maybe, while I’m here, you two might want to join me?” Her words were bold, but her gaze was averted, unsure—now that she’d offered herself to us.
Yet there was no denying her sincerity. Or her need. I inhaled deeply, scented her feminine heat, the sweet perfume of her skin. Her pussy, hot and wet and eager. For me and Sambor. Together.
“You want us to see to your pleasure,” Sambor said. Everyone but the guards were dancing. Still, he kept his voice low. “Touch you. Fuck you. Make you scream your release?”
Leave it to Sambor to be crude, but her eyelids flared in shock, then dropped to hide her desire. Her pink tongue flicked out to wet her lower lip. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
I lifted my palm to cup the side of her face and gently angled it toward mine, waited with what felt like infinite patience for her to open her eyes. When she did, I nearly groaned. Her green gaze was flooded with honesty. Need. Trust.
Submission.
Unable to resist, I ran my thumb along her plump lower lip, imagined it wrapped around my cock.
She offered herself. The raw hunger that slammed through my body made my decision a simple one. I chose to accept. The party continued all around us. It seemed Sambor and I would have a party of our own. A smaller, more intimate one with just one guest. Who needed to sample the Earth cake that was on display when we could eat Lucy from Earth?
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