Knightqueen (Oronis Knights #3)

“You slept well.”

She met his gaze. “I did, but that wasn’t a question. You already knew I slept well. Did you stay up all night?”

“I got some sleep.” He’d been trained to only need a few naps here and there. He ran his hands over her body. “Sore?”

“No. You know I heal fast.” She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “I’m going to explore now, Sten. I want to explore you.”

He gritted his teeth. He was a trained knight. He could survive this. “Okay.”

In that moment, he forgot all about finding a communicator and getting home to Oron. There was only Carys.

She took her time caressing his chest, playing with his flat nipples. Then her mouth and hands traveled lower. With one finger, she traced the ridges of his stomach. She pushed the sheet away and his cock sprang free.

He was already stiff and hurting. He watched her face. Her excitement, desire, and curiosity.

She was going to kill him.

She circled his cock, and his muscles froze. He shifted restlessly on the bed.

“No. Stay still. Reach up and grip the pillows.”

He reached up and sank his fingers in the pillows. He was stretched out for her. For his queen. “I’m yours, Carys.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I’m not sure you truly believe that yet.” She stroked his cock again, then lowered her head. “I want to taste you. Take you in my mouth.”

Stars. Every muscle in his body locked.

Then she licked his cock, and several curses echoed through his head. She made a humming sound and closed her mouth over him.

His hips surged up, and he heard her cough. But she didn’t pull back. Her hand gripped the base of his cock and her mouth moved lower. She sucked hard and squeezed.

“Sweetness…” He groaned. “Your mouth… I—”

She sucked harder and faster. Sten felt his cock swell.

“Carys,” he growled, sinking a hand into her hair. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”

She sat up, licking her lips. “Next time?”

He yanked her over his body.

She straddled his hips, surprise on her face. She pressed her hands to his chest. “Oh, I like this.”

He’d had the honor of watching her grow from an intelligent but unsure young queen into the smart, competent knightqueen she was today. She regularly presided over meetings with kings and queens, and planetary leaders. She commanded respect.

It was easy to forget that she was innocent in some ways, as well.

But as she shimmied her hips, all he saw was desire and curiosity on that beautiful face.

“You want to ride my cock, my queen?”

Her cheeks went pink. “Yes.”

She lifted her hips, and he helped her position his cock where they both wanted it. The fat head of his cock breached her, and she gasped. He held still as she sank down.

He groaned.

Her lips parted, pleasure on her face. Her nails dug into his chest.