Lib Novel Page 35
The thought intruded—cold and sharp.
His queen.
He pulled back.
She was panting. One hand twisted in his hair. “Sten?”
She was his queen. The woman he’d vowed to protect for his entire life.
And he was imagining rutting on her like an animal.
He dumped her on their makeshift bed and sat on the edge of the sacks, staring into the darkness.
“Sten? Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” His fists curled. But he had.
She shifted. “What, then? Why did you stop?”
“I told you this isn’t right. I can’t do this.”
He sensed her wrap her arms around herself. “I enjoyed it. Didn’t you?”
Enjoyed it? He’d wanted to kiss her forever.
Wanted to hold onto her forever.
She isn’t yours.
In his head, he pictured her sitting on the throne. Some handsome prince at her side. A man who’d be a leader, a king for the Oronis. That wasn’t him.
He tasted bile in his throat.
“No,” he bit out.
“Oh.” There was hurt in her voice. “But you were…hard.”
“Doesn’t take much to make a man hard.”
She made a small sound. “I see.”
“It’s not my place to kiss you, my queen,” he said stiffly.
She was silent now. “You only kissed me because I ordered you to?”
He closed his eyes and lied. “Yes.”
Another pause. “I’m sorry.”
This time her voice was near soundless, and held no expression.
He couldn’t stand it. He shot to his feet. “Go back to sleep, Carys. I’ll keep watch. Once I know it’s daylight, we’ll find a way out of this mine.”
“Yes, all right. Thank you.” Her tone was stiff.
He wanted to turn and yank her into his arms, show her just how much he wanted her.
How hard his cock was for her.