Crypts and Crimes (Trixie Towers Book 3) Page 10

  My lungs seized in exhilaration.

  The damned shifter king was stealing my breath again.

  King Athon used his free hand to softly trace the edges of my lips, an impatient snarl rumbling in his chest. But he didn’t move to kiss me, simply touching my lips, dragging his thumb over them slowly.

  “Why do you wait?” I bit the tip of one of his fingers.

  “I am memorizing the forbidden lips of my soul mate.” King Athon quietly laughed, the sound self-deprecatory. “For if we fall, we will have gone down in that seductive blood and fire.”

  I sucked in a harsh breath, my shoulders tensing. “Where did you hear those words?”

  His solid black gaze left my lips to meet my emerald eyes. He stated gruffly, “I spoke freely, of my own mind. I don’t often speak gently, but I’m more than capable of doing so.” King Athon tipped his head, his shifter gaze narrowing. “If you’re planning to make fun right now, I would not appreciate it, elf.”

  I shook my head inside his tightening hold. “It is only that Grandmother Isabella used to say that to me.” My forehead wrinkled sharply. “Actually, she would always wink at me afterward, too.”

  The King of Shifters stared, his words slow and quiet. “She knew this would happen to us.”

  I sighed and nodded. “It would seem so.”

  King Athon grunted, his attention returning to my mouth. “Are you done walking down memory lane? I’d like to get on with sticking my cock in your pussy.”

  My chin trembled in humor. “I believe your gentle words have fled King Traevon’s castle. I wonder if I will ever hear them again, or if it was simply a fluke that you strung a poetic sentence together? Hmm. I am betting on the latter.”

  “I said no mocking, Princess.”

  “Oops.”

  The King of Shifters snarled.

  My cheeks flushed as a memory invaded: his hard cock thrusting inside me to the point of pained pleasure as he snarled against my ear. I mumbled—Fae damned timidly, “If you want to punish me, I won’t fight it.”

  “Mm. That I can agree with. Hammering an object into a misbehaving elf is highly entertaining.”

  King Athon pressed his mouth down hard on my lips. His hand gripped the back of my head more firmly so I couldn’t escape—not that I wanted to. Not even after his, sure to be truthful, retort.

  His heated lips caressed mine as he tilted his head, his tongue sneaking out to drag across my bottom lip. My possessive soul mate stepped between my legs, spreading them wider with his massive form.

  He demanded against my mouth, “Touch me.”

  That, I would do happily. I wanted to touch him all over.

  Mayhap a little too greedily, I shoved my hands underneath his open vest, curling my fingers into his pectoral muscles, pressing against his brute hardness.

  King Athon grunted in surprise, from what ended up being a hearty as Fairy shove, my fingernails digging into his skin to keep him close. His lips curved against mine as he, thankfully, leaned forward, more into my touch. He nipped playfully at my mouth, teasing with too much self-satisfaction in his voice, “Someone is eager.”

  I looked up at his smug expression.

  I sniffed…and couldn’t argue his point.

  The King of Shifters chuckled, deeply and all male. “I won’t break, elf. Do as you wish.”

  The hot, hard muscles under the pads of my fingers drew my attention. I shook my head for him to release my hair. “Free me then, shifter.”

  The King of Shifters indulged my whims, slowly letting go of my hair, all to remind me that he was the one in control in the bedchamber. His eyelashes lowered over his eyes, watching as I touched him, his warm breath panting down on top of my head.

  My fingers explored his vast, rounded muscles, and my own breathing became labored. Desire had my legs clenching around his, my feet curling around his thighs to hold him close. The black fur vest greatly annoyed me, hindering my view as it did, so I swiftly stripped him of it, tossing it aside on the floor.

  There. That was much better. “Holy Fairy.”

  How had I been so blind before?

  King Athon’s lips tipped up at the edges, but he remained suspiciously silent, allowing me to do as I wished.

  He was enormous, and it was…scrumptious?

  I swallowed down my shocked thoughts and properly acquainted myself with my illegal soul mate’s body. I sniffed at the center of his chest, potent honeysuckle attacking my nostrils—that would still take some getting used to, most assuredly a scent from another kingdom—though it wasn’t as dreadful as when I’d first smelled it, the scent starting to grow on me.

  My hands delved lower, dragging over the rolling hills of his abdominal muscles to his pants, the black leather as soft as churned butter under my fingers. I looked down at his strong legs, and curled my fingers into his thighs, holding his muscles brutally like I’d wanted to do all night.

  I groaned under my breath and swiftly began untying the laces to his pants. Keeping my gaze down on my work, I grumbled, “These need to come off, shifter.”

  King Athon chuckled deeply, maneuvering his arms around my frantic hands to remove his boots, bending, and making my work harder. “I’ll handle this, elf. Take off your own clothes. I’ll rip them in my haste.” He paused for a long second. “Mayhap that isn’t a horrible idea. Then you would need to put on a different outfit—one that covers more of your body.”

  “That is a very bad idea,” I muttered and pulled my hands away from his clothing. I lifted my legs and quickly started working on my sandals. “King Traevon would be sure to notice that.”

  The King of Shifters grunted, his lips twitching. He chucked his boots to the side and swiftly yanked off his socks.

  “What?” I griped, dropping my sandals on the ground. I carefully removed my top, the knotting at the back of my neck intricate. I scowled at his smirking mouth. “What is so humorous?”

  “I don’t believe your father would mind you wearing something less revealing.” King Athon finished with the laces I had started to untie and casually hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants. “But your king? Yes, you are correct. He would question the change in attire.”

  I jumped down from the beauty vanity and lifted my chin high into the air. “He said I looked beautiful.” I squirmed out of my skirt and thin underwear, finally naked except for my necklace and my ear jewelry. I placed my hands on my hips, arguing, “I do not believe he was lying about that. He would have sent me to change, otherwise.”

  “I’m sure you are correct,” King Athon stated absently, his solid black eyes heating on my bare flesh. “My apologies.”

  My eyes narrowed. He never apologized.

  The King of Shifters shoved his pants down and kicked them aside…his hard cock bouncing high against his stomach muscles.

  All thoughts evaporated from my mind.

  Except for one.

  Big. His dick was so Fae damned big.

  Anxiety returned in a sad flutter to my stomach.

  I swallowed hard on a dry throat. “Oh my.”

  The first night we were together had been an urge.

  The second night had been a necessity.

  But this time? This time was lust. And…

  His cock was intimidating as all Fairy.

  “Clear your mind of whatever you are thinking about,” King Athon rumbled sharply. He snapped his fingers in front of my face, but it was difficult to look away. The shifter king gripped my chin and lifted it, pulling my attention to his gaze. He wiggled my face slightly in his firm grasp. “Do you like how my cock makes you feel when I’m inside you?”

  “Yes,” I mumbled honestly, puffing out a shaky breath.

  “Remember that. Then look again.” He hesitantly released my chin, his dark brows gradually furrowing together on his warm russet face.

  I blinked, staring into his eyes.

  Holy Fairy.

  The ruthless, deadly King of Shifters…was nervous.

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  He worried that I would find him lacking.

  My shoulders squared. This was utterly ridiculous.

  It was just a penis, after all.

  There was no reason for me to be frightened of his willy.

  I ran my gaze down his body once again.

  Correction. Big, big willy.

  I sucked in a sharp, steadying breath. I moved forward a step and delicately gripped his hard length. I tensed when the shifter king jerked at the touch. I quickly glanced up at him, my eyes rounded large on my face. This was his dick, after all. I didn’t want to harm the Fae damned thing—right now.

  The King of Shifters swiftly held still, staying silent, his head slanting slightly as he measured my every expression—an edgy tiger.

  I looked back down, all of his muscles contracted nicely.

  My jaw started to gape at how large it was in my hand.

  I hurriedly closed my mouth. Properly so.

  I narrowed my eyes at his cock and squeezed experimentally, brushing my thumb over the head of his dick. My lips quirked up in a satisfied smile when a pulse of pleasure surfaced past his anxiety inside my Fae-spark, from my small hold on him. There was truly nothing to panic over, the tension releasing from my shoulders. This cock was mine, big and all, and he bloody well knew how to use it, too.

  I shivered from the memory of him working it. Delicious.

  Yes. I was quite happy for his dick size.

  I released him and tilted my head back to look into his sharp eyes. My contented smile stretched into a fantastic grin. I stated truthfully, “You have a fine cock, shifter. I am very pleased that it is my one and only.” I waggled a finger at his body, one of my red eyebrows lifting in amusement. “And you don’t need to keep flexing your muscles for me. The view is perfect as it is. You may rest at ease.”

  King Athon abruptly choked on a laugh—and his powerful frame subtly relaxed. “I assure you, I do not know what you are referring to, elf.” Even while he smirked like a man who knew his own worth, relief flooded through my Fae-spark from him. “I had no doubt you would come to your senses.” He pointed downward at himself. “And this is better than a fine cock. It is a magnificent cock.”

  I held my hilarity at bay, keeping a straight face. “Yes, you are right, of course. Magnificent.”

  “Awe-inspiring.”

  “Yes, yes.” Men were so silly about their dicks.

  “Most definitely, your one and only.” His golden crown glimmered in the dim lighting as he leaned down to place his face in front of mine, his white hair falling over his muscular, bare shoulders. “There would be no reason for you to stray because you have the most magnificent, awe-inspiring cock at your disposal.”

  “Yes, I remember.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you done now?”

  “Not in the slightest.” King Athon grinned, his white teeth shining—a tiger flashing his deadly fangs. He seized my hips and dominantly yanked my body against his. “I know my prowess is new to you, but the elves you’ve fucked must have been dismal if you think that’s it.”

  I held onto his bulging biceps as he marched me backward toward the bed. “Let us not talk about previous partners. I fear there would be many dead bodies lying about if we did.”

  “That is an astute observation.”

  King Athon bent at the waist and slid one of his arms around me, lifting me under my ass, making me hold onto him while he climbed onto the bed. He walked on his knees to the center, with my body wrapped around him tight. The King of Shifters leaned forward with his free arm, carefully placing me on the mattress beneath him. He grunted and flicked my ear jewelry off, and then his head descended.

  His mouth was instantly on mine, demanding my attention.

  I moaned and grabbed his angular jaw, and ravished his mouth solidly. His lips were so splendid, like soft rose petals—with bite. It was a particular sensation I wanted more of.

  Against his mouth, I muttered breathlessly, “I wonder if a caster can spell your kiss into a bottle? A bottle that I can open anytime I want?”

  My criminal soul mate chuckled softly, his warm breath rushing against my lips. He rumbled, “That would be quite selfish of you. Would you deny me the right to do it myself?”

  “Fine point,” I mumbled absently, tilting my head to kiss him deeper. “We would need two bottles. One for you. One for me.”

  King Athon laughed outright, tipping his head back with it. He muttered in amused exasperation, “That was not my point at all, elf.”

  I moaned from the loss of his lips, gripping his ears and pulling him back down to my mouth. I huffed, “There. That is better. And you are missing my point, shifter.” My tongue met his for long, sensual seconds, chasing what we desired. When I eventually needed air, I shoved my head back on the mattress—and discreetly removed his crown, tossing it to the side. I clarified, “We live in two different kingdoms. Kissing will be uncertain, to say the least.”

  The King of Shifters tipped his head back, searching my gaze for long moments. He eventually grunted softly. “There is no such spell to bottle kisses.”

  I pouted at his words. I did not know that.

  “Our intimacies will be all the better for the wait. Do not fret.” He lightly brushed his nose against mine. Then King Athon suddenly narrowed his eyes, all sympathy vanishing. “And I would advise you to study further on the Caster Kingdom, especially with us voyaging there soon. Many dangers lie within its borders.”

  “I do not wish to have a teaching lesson right now.” I wriggled underneath him and used his crudeness from earlier. “I’d like to get on with you sticking your cock in my pussy.”

  The King of Shifter growled, “As would I. But first, give me your word that you will educate yourself on the Caster Kingdom.”

  The damned man was serious about this.

  It may be true that I hadn’t studied quite so hard during my pieces of training on the Caster Kingdom… It had been a rebellious phase in my youth. Every child had those. I was no different, nothing to be ashamed about.

  I griped, “Fine. You have my word.”

  Fae help me, my reading list was getting longer.

  The next few days would be rough.

  Abruptly, King Athon’s nose wrinkled, and his mouth formed into a horrible sneer. He growled quietly, “Tell him to go away.”

  “What?” My brows edged together.

  Knock. Knock.

  From outside the door, Caspian called loudly, “Trix? Are you all right in there?”

  My gaze flew to the locked door. Shit.

  I hollered swiftly, “Yes. I’m almost done resting. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

  King Athon snorted softly.

  I quickly placed my hand over his mouth for fear that he would object further to our dwindling timeframe. I glared up into his eyes in an added warning. Besides, he was the one who wished to scold me about my knowledge of spells, taking up our time together.

  “Butcher’s block?” Caspian prompted.

  Code for: Where is your current location?

  I smiled, answering, “King Traevon’s castle.”

  Code for: Everything’s all right.

  “Don’t take too much longer,” Caspian grumbled. “Our king will keep you locked in your castle if you miss the last half of their celebration.”

  “I know. I know.”

  After that, I held still and quiet—until King Athon moved.

  His teeth bit into my palm—roughly. “He’s positioned back at the end of the hallway.”

  “Ow!” I shook out my hand. “Not nice.”

  “I don’t play nice. You know that by now.” The King of Shifters smirked as he lifted onto his hands and knees, his solid black eyes heating as they roamed down my body. With his attention caught on my breasts, he growled softly. “They are fucking pretty.”

  I jiggled my shoulders, my breasts swaying softly back and forth. “I would very much like your mouth on them.”

  King Athon’s l
ips curved up at the edges, his head lowering to my breasts. “I believe it is in my best interest to grant your request.” His pink tongue peeked out, laving over my right nipple in leisurely circles.

  “Ugh.” I threw my head back and grasped his hair at the root, pulling his head closer. My grip had to Fae damned hurt, but I didn’t care, not wanting him to stop. His sucking and nipping mouth sent fire spiraling down to my nether region, my legs widening underneath him of their own accord. I lifted my hips upward toward his body, needing pressure between my legs. “Fucking Fairy, I do like your tongue.”

  King Athon quietly laughed, alternating between each of my breasts, his large hands squeezing them firmly…and then gently. His mouth traveled down my stomach, licking random places on my skin that particularly interested him. His nose touched my stomach, inhaling my scent every few moments—like a tiger.

  I squirmed in pleasure under his ministrations, fascinated by his behavior. “What are you doing?”

  “Removing anyone’s scent but mine.” He sniffed at my left hip, his tongue darting out once more in a slow glide.

  I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes, and simply enjoyed. “I do not mind. It feels wonderful.”

  “I’m almost done.” King Athon impishly bit my hip and chuckled wickedly, his mouth venturing lower, halting between my spread legs. His heated breath panted against my intimate folds, making me writhe further. He whispered gutturally, “There’s my perfect flower.”

  My eyes flew wide as his tongue delved into my cunt, his mouth no longer gentle, hungrily lapping at my juices. I shouted in bliss and gripped his hair tighter, my hips shoving against his mouth. “Holy fuck!”

  The King of Shifters grabbed my hips, holding them up off the mattress, his mouth and tongue ravaging my pussy. His growl was feral as he categorically enjoyed his treat, his tongue rubbing and rubbing against my clit with pure dedication. He closed his eyes and groaned hard, ecstasy etched on his features.

  I arched my back, crying out, my climax building fast.

  I was almost there…

  King Athon’s mouth was suddenly gone from between my legs, his hair running between my fingers as he pulled away.