Knightqueen (Oronis Knights #3)

He yanked his shirt off, then unfastened his trousers.

He’d never given his body much thought before, except that it was fit, muscular, and strong for doing his job. But he was well-aware he was big and scarred, not handsome and elegant like the men Carys entertained at her gatherings and balls.

As he kicked his trousers away, there was no hiding his hard cock. He straightened. Carys was staring at him, her gaze running over his body.

Desire was etched on her face.

“You’re so strong, Sten.”

He pulled in a breath.

She moved to the edge of the pool, tantalizingly close. His cock rose to his abdomen.

“All of you is big and strong.” She glanced down at the water. “It reminds me of when I watched you. In the mine.” She looked up, her cheeks flushed. “When you stroked yourself and said my name. I was so wet. I wanted so much to touch you.”

He sucked in a sharp breath.

“Stroke yourself now. Show me. Show your queen.”

He groaned and circled his cock roughly. Her lips parted.

Having her watch him… He bit off the curse and pumped. He gripped himself harder, stroked faster.

“Sten.” She was entranced.

“It’s hard for you,” he growled.

“Come here.”

He staggered into the pool, and she rose to meet him. Her slick skin brushed him, and he clenched his muscles, stopping himself from coming.

“I want to touch you,” she murmured. “I want to help you.”

Then his queen, the woman he’d wanted for years, wrapped her elegant hands around his cock beside his.

“This part of you is not how I imagined,” she said. “It’s hard and strong like steel, but the skin is so soft.” Her finger traced up an engorged vein running up his cock.

His hips jerked, shoving his cock into her soft palm.

“Show me how to touch you,” she murmured.

He helped her stroke him. His gaze dropped to her breasts, her pretty, pink nipples. A gruff rumble broke from him.

“Harder.” His voice was like grit.

Carys leaned in, stroking harder. She tightened her grip on him.

He dropped his head and kissed her.

She kissed him back eagerly, and together they stroked his cock. Desire clamped down on Sten’s spine. Pleasure was building like a storm.

His control was all gone. He was hers. Always.

“Carys.” A tortured groaned.

“Come for me, Sten.” Her other hand dropped lower and cupped his balls. “Show me.”

He had to obey.