by Ann Denton
Ryan snapped the belt in his hands. “What are you supposed to call me?”
“Sir,” I breathed, the single word making my heated pussy grow even more damp. “You believed them, sir?”
He tilted his head to the side with a smile. “It’s hard to hide sex on a farm when the animals go at it.”
I giggled and Ryan moaned. “Shite. You’re gonna do that around my cock. I wanna feel that sweet laugh.”
He dropped his pants and sat to yank off his boots. And then he came and stood in front of me, a chiseled dark masterpiece. His hand stroked my hair. “I need you, Little Dearling.”
He did. He was hard and stiff, so thick and engorged it looked painful.
I grabbed his dick and licked the underside. He was so tall that I didn’t even have to bend to reach it. I bladed my tongue and licked until he moaned. And then I moved and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.
“Unh, I didn’t tell you to do that,” Ryan’s hand fisted in my hair, but he didn’t pull me off.
I popped one ball out from between my lips and sucked in the other. Then I started pumping his shaft with my left hand as I sucked. His balls were so big they filled my mouth. I let my tongue stroke the center, where that sensitive ridge ran along the underside of his cock. I brought my right hand up and bent my knuckle, like the women at the brothel had shown me. And then I put my knuckle on his taint. I circled it slowly, letting him get used to the sensation before pressing a bit harder.
When he grunted, I released his ball and shot my mouth up to suction the head of his dick. My hands kept working, pumping his shaft and circling his taint until he grabbed my hair.
“Now, laugh for me, Little Dearling,” Ryan commanded.
I smiled on his cock and tried to giggle, letting the vibration from my lips and throat stimulate him.
“Bloss I’m gonna—” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before gobs of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed the best I could, but Ryan’s load was gigantic, and a good deal dribbled out of my mouth.
When his body finally relaxed, I sat back on my knees and wiped my chin with my sleeve.
“How was that?” I was on my feet before the sentence was finished; Ryan yanked me up into his body.
His hands clamped down on my shoulders and jerked roughly. His brute strength pulled my overdress tight over my breasts and ripped the laces. His hand reached for the center; he pulled roughly down. My dress was off three seconds later, and my chemise followed it.
Ryan stepped back for a second, his chest heaving as he stared down at me.
“You are so sarding beautiful,” he rasped. He reached out slowly and traced a finger down my left breast, letting his thumbnail gently scrape my nipple.
I whimpered, “Ryan.”
He groaned, “Even how you say my name … it’s so much better.”
“Better than what?”
He didn’t answer. He knelt in front of me and rubbed his head gently against my belly, just brushing the undersides of my breasts. He kissed my stomach, the slight bumps where my ribs protruded. His tongue traced a hot wet path along the underside of each breast. And then he feathered light kisses over them, never lingering, just teasing.
My mind was full of cloudy, lusty bliss.
“Ryan,” I breathed. I needed him. I was going to burst if he didn’t take me soon.
He used his hands to trace up the outside of my hips. His rough, calloused hands felt so good against my skin. He grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. And then his mouth closed over a nipple. He sucked hard, holding my cheeks, leaving my ass exposed to anyone who walked into the room. It felt so good and so naughty at the same time.
Ryan released my nipple and blew a hot breath over the wet bud.
He nuzzled his face between my breasts and released my ass, moving his hands around to the inside of my thighs. I braced myself for his fingers to trace upward and touch me. But he scooped me up without warning. His forearms hooked beneath my thighs and his hands pressed against my back. He pulled me up, up, up. Until his biceps were level with his shoulders and my thighs were around his neck.
“Ride my face,” Ryan growled.
“But I’ll fall,” Even kneeling, Ryan’s shoulders were nearly five feet from the floor. And I had only his arms for a seat. I put my hands down on his short, shorn black hair for balance.
“I’d never let you fall.” Ryan used his hands to shove my pussy onto his waiting tongue. He licked up my slit, keeping me perfectly balanced on the bulges of his biceps, his elbows locked against my ass, his forearms forming a seat back. He licked again and heat traveled up from my core through my spine. I couldn’t stop myself from arching back into his forearms. My hands clawed at his short hair and I wished it was longer.
Ryan blew warm, hot air on my pussy and I arched again, the hood of my clit hitting the base of his nose. Pleasure shot through me and I tightened my thighs, arching again and again.
Ryan stuck his tongue back out, splitting my pussy lips and spearing me. He gave a long, hot lick up my slit.
I latched onto the back of his neck to give myself more leverage. I put my feet on his ribs and pushed up further, until his nose was directly rubbing my clit. I felt shameless, wanton, as I used my entire body to ride his face for my pleasure. I sped up, my breasts bouncing. And Ryan’s huge biceps never wavered. He held me steady as heat crawled up my spine and a mindless haze clouded my thoughts. He held me steady as I turned him into my own personal sex toy. I jerked wildly against him as I saw stars and he nodded his head up and down to draw out my orgasm as I screamed, curling my toes, digging them into his sides.
A guard burst into the room but quickly shut the door when he saw what was going on.
I didn’t even feel embarrassed. My orgasmic high was so good that I felt giggly and floaty.
Ryan gently lowered me to the ground. My thighs shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I sank to my knees on the rug. Ryan lowered himself to a seated position and pulled me sideways onto his lap. He used his arm to wipe his very wet face, a huge grin lighting up his features.
“That was a screamer.”
“Who knew orgasms midair could be so intense?” I sighed and flopped into his chest. “Thank you.”
“Always, Little Dearling.”
Did I just hear the word orgasm? Quinn’s voice popped into my head.
No, I snuggled into Ryan, unwilling to ruin this moment with Quinn’s silly antics.
You better not be having orgasms without me.
We were just talking about … chasms.
Quinn’s voice faded and I thought that was the end of it.
Until he popped back a moment later, growling, Bloss, you’re a liar! He must have read Ryan’s thoughts.
Sorry.
Oh, you will be sorry. I couldn’t even watch your thoughts because some damned Cheryn soldiers—
Are you safe?
Yes. But I’m pissed.
I’ll give you all the orgasms when you get back.
You’d better.
Go away. It’s Ryan’s time now. But be safe! And I love you.
He huffed but his voice disappeared.
Ryan chuckled. “Did Quinn just yell at you?”
I nodded and shrugged. “He can’t be there every time I have sex with you.”
“He would if he could.”
I giggled. “I know he would. He’s a horny bastard.”
“Who’s out risking his neck for us right now. That djinni came from Cheryn. Had to. He came with Cheryn’s party and was able to blend in. The Sultan did this. Now Quinn just has to figure out why.”
I turned in Ryan’s arms so I could better face him. “I know. And I feel like it’s my fault he’s out there.”
Ryan jerked his head back, skepticism coloring his features. “That’s his job. He’s a knight.”
“But he’s only going to Cheryn to check on the whole Abbas thing because Abbas attacked me twice. I think he thinks someone out there wished I’d
die.”
“Djinn can’t grant death wishes. They can’t kill directly with their magic. It’s one of their limitations. That, and you can’t wish for something you’ve already had. Djinn can’t put things back exactly as they were.”
I shook my head. “I know. I just have this feeling Quinn’s right. Whoever sent Abbas is clever. They might have found a way for him to wish for my kingdom or my crown, or something that implies my death without actually stating it.”
Ryan tucked me back into his chest. “Well, I’d never let that wish come true.”
I shook my head against Ryan’s pecs and let my hand rest against the soft rise of his abs. “You didn’t see him in the dungeon. Abbas was crazy. Scary. I’m certain he wants to kill me. If I die—” I shot up straight in Ryan’s lap. I scrambled off his giant knees and turned to face him, eyes wide.
“I need to dissolve the law that makes knights follow their queens into death. I need to do it now. In case—” I grabbed my chemise, but it was too ripped to throw on. I walked toward the bell pull to call for Ginnifer, but Ryan’s arm stopped me.
“Don’t. Don’t change the law.”
His answer surprised me. I met his chocolate eyes and asked, “Why not?”
He grabbed my hands and encased them in his. “Because I want you to trust me. Always trust me. And the others. We’re yours. You’re ours. I want us to be tied together. It’s important.”
I gave a little smile. “Don’t be silly. I do trust you.”
He shook his head. “This life. The palace. It’s not like the farm I grew up on. There, everyone pitches in. Every day—work to eat. Work to eat. Again, and again.”
“And?”
“And the palace is full of liars and cheats. If my life weren’t tied to yours, I’d worry … that you’d start to see things that weren’t there.”
“Like what?”
“Like ambition. Or jealousy. Or betrayal. Or a million other things,” he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
“I don’t see those things,” I whispered.
“I know,” he let his nose skim my jaw, sending soft tendrils of sensation over me.
When he leaned back, his eyes had an expression I’d never seen before. There were little creases by the edges of his eyes. “I’m not Declan,” he stated, “but he’s taught me a lot about Evaness. History and things. And one of the reasons Evaness didn’t break apart like Lored and Rasle did two-hundred years ago, one of the reasons we haven’t ended up with a lot of in-fighting like Gitmore, is that the bond between a queen and her knights is so strong. I’m your knight, but Evaness will never accept me as a monarch. If I betray you, I can’t get more powerful than I already am. In the past, some queens and knights have even had their mages cast bonding spells. So that if one dies, they all die.”
I blinked. “I don’t remember that.”
“Dec said it was hushed up, he found it in a scroll he snuck off his mentor. Don’t want assassins getting ideas. But … again, quoting the master here—”
“I’m telling Dec you called him that,” I giggled.
Ryan’s grin spread ear to ear. “He knows. I’m the master in the bedroom. That’s it.”
“Yes, you are,” I agreed, and he lifted me into his arms, looping my legs around his waist. I could feel him start to grow beneath me.
“Do you want this history lesson or not?” he bopped me on the nose.
“Yes, sir.”
He groaned, “Bad girl.” His fingers dug into my hip and ass, just short of painful. “Stay still and quiet while I finish.”
I nodded.
“Kingdoms are too big, too much, for just one ruler. Dec likes to use Cheryn as an example a lot. The sultan there has made a lotta bad choices that have hurt his people. He doesn’t do advisers. Been ruling for nearly a thousand years. That djinni has gotten arrogant. Evaness doesn’t work like that. Knights were designed to be advisers. We’re trained to be experts that help you run the kingdom. Our daughter becomes the next monarch, so we’re emotionally invested in making the country as strong as possible. I guess, in the first Fire War, maybe eight hundred years ago, there was a Queen … Onica. Dec tells the story with all these details.”
“Don’t worry about how he tells it. Give me your version.” I placed a chaste kiss over Ryan’s heart.
“I told you to stay still.”
“Oops,” I’d forgotten. But if he wanted to punish me, there was no way I was going to make excuses for myself. The very idea had me wet again.
Ryan’s eyes narrowed as he said, “This is your only warning.”
I nodded, tempted to say ‘yes, sir’ again. But, clearly, he wanted to tell me this story. And if I said those trigger words, neither of us would hold back.
“Onica’s knights were all from different provinces. And they had trouble getting along. One of them plotted to kill the others, wanting to be her only knight. Onica found out. She had the mage put a bonding spell on them all so that if any one of them died, they’d all die. Her reign ended up being one of the most peaceful and productive in all of Evaness history.”
“That could be a coincidence.”
Ryan smiled and shook his head. “That’s what Connor told Declan, when he first brought it up.”
“You all have talked about this?”
Ryan’s lips pressed together, and he was silent for a second before he said, “We did more than talk about it.”
My stomach fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings. I was shocked—no—awed—no—confused. “Are you saying …?”
Ryan nodded. “We had Wyle put the spell on us about a week after you’d fled. It was just the four of us. We had to band together and run this country. A mute, a bastard prince, a farm boy, and a noble politician.”
I gripped Ryan tighter, fear replacing my earlier emotions. My knights were vulnerable. Four times as vulnerable as I’d ever thought. “That just makes me want to recall you to the palace and never let any of you leave.”
Quinn. Quinn’s out there. Near Cheryn’s soldiers. When a mad djinni might have been sent to kill me; my thoughts tripped over one another.
Ryan grinned. “Little Dearling, you’re adorable. But you don’t need to worry. Dec’s a smart guy. He looked into all this before we did it. And this spell has made us stronger. We work together better. We trust each other. We’re far more cautious about everything. It’s a good thing.”
“Why haven’t any of the others told me about this?” I grumbled.
Ryan’s lip quirked up. “They’re afraid of you.”
I pushed on his chest. “They should be. Now I wanna lock you all up in the dungeon.”
“Declan might be into that,” Ryan kissed my neck. “I’d rather see you wearing shackles.”
I moaned.
Ryan’s kisses had nearly convinced me to put off running to Cerena for a counter-spell when a knock at the door interrupted us.
“Shite.”
Ryan laughed, “Come on, Little Queen. Someone needs you.”
I looked down at his stiff cock. “Don’t you need me?”
“Always. But we have a kingdom to protect.”
I groaned, “Always with the responsibility.”
“A queen’s work—”
“If you quote my mother while we’re naked, I’ll kill you.”
“Then you’ll kill us all.”
I hopped down and smacked Ryan on the ass. “Not funny!”
His eyes grew wide. “Did you just spank me?” He straightened, letting his angry dominant persona shine through.
I giggled and ran toward the dressing room. “Yup. And you can’t do anything about it because you want me to be responsible!”
“Sard!”
Chapter Eleven
It took a few minutes for a blushing Ginnifer to get me dressed and fix my hair. I had no doubt she’d heard everything that had happened between Ryan and me. At first, I was a bit embarrassed. But after Ryan walked into my dressing room, fully clothed, with bedro
om eyes still in full force, I completely forgot about being self-conscious. I was too busy trying to keep my lady parts from soaking my skirt.
“Willard and Quinn’s man are outside,” Ryan watched as Ginnifer tightened the strings on my corset, pushing my breasts upward. He licked his lips and I cursed my crown. I wanted nothing more than to let him ride me over and over into glorious oblivion.
“Damn,” I bit my lip.
“Did I hurt you, Your Majesty?” Ginnifer shrank back.
“No. I just don’t want to deal with this idiot,” I said.
“Lord Willard is a bit of a dunderhead,” my maid confided as she grabbed me a new gown. It was the most I think I’d ever heard her say.
“And why do you think that?” I was curious.
Ginnifer blushed. “Oh, excuse me, it’s not my place.”
“No, I agree with you. I just wondered what he’s done to you.”
“Me! Oh, nothing to me, Your Majesty. He’d never. He’s just … a bit entitled with the servants,” she rolled her eyes.
“What?” I leaned back, not allowing her to put the pale blue paisley overdress on me.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he thinks he can walk in and just speak with us in the kitchens or the backrooms and everyone is just his new best friend,” she shook her head.
“What’s everyone’s opinion of him?”
She shrugged, “A few of the grooms are brave enough to mess with him but most of us just try and avoid him out of respect for Jorad.”
“What?” I asked.
Ginnifer cocked her head and gazed at me, “You know, he and Jorad have been an item for years.”
My eyebrows shot up. I looked at Ryan. “Did you know this?”
Ryan nodded. “Of course. Quinn told us ages ago.”
I shook my head. “Ugh. Well I can’t think of two people who annoy me more. Look, could you please tell everyone that Willard’s harmless? Maybe make things a bit easier for him? He thinks he’s helping me out.” I rolled my eyes. I should have just taken his title.
Ginnifer actually smiled as she slid the overdress onto me. “They’re quite the opposites, aren’t they? He and Jorad.”
Apparently, relationship gossip was the key to unlocking my shy maid’s mouth. I’d have to make sure she was never around for any arguments between my knights and me.