Three
Connyn shifted his position on the bed, torn between cursing
and thanking the gods for the gift they’d granted him. Aurora lay on her
stomach next to him, dead to the world and completely at peace. Every time she
moved, no matter how slightly, he was immediately aware of the change in her
position, the sound of her altered breath, the shush of the sheet against her
soft skin. And every time his body surged under the demanding need to take his
mate.
He glanced at the red glowing numbers on the bedside clock.
4:52. He’d been lying here for nearly four hours, wide awake. A better option
than closing his eyes since every time he did, he saw his mate stripped down to
black lace and bringing herself to orgasm. Her hands sliding over her ass, her
fingers—
Shit. Connyn’s eyes flew open. If he couldn’t get his thoughts
under control, sleep wasn’t going to happen. Ever.
Or at least until he fucked his mate.
It was Aurora’s fault. He hadn’t planned on invading her
privacy. The supernatural gifts the gods so sparingly doled out to the royal
male heirs of the Five Houses were never to be abused, used for personal gain
or taken for granted. The abuse of their powers by his ancestors caused the
gods to curse Ilyria in the first place. But Aurora had been in the bathroom
for a while and he hadn’t heard the shower.
After the trouble they’d had that day, he’d been concerned
she might have gone into shock or become ill. It was his duty and his right as
her mate to make sure she was feeling well. Knowing that if he asked through
the door he’d most likely receive a flippant answer and not the full truth, he
naturally used the power the gods had given and simply adjusted his vision to
look through the door.
His heart thumped hard at the memory. The sight he’d caught
had nearly brought him to his knees. His woman was bent over, still in her
heels and stockings, legs spread and ass high. She was wearing a black thong
and a belt that held her stockings up with straps running over her ass. Because
of how she was standing, the panties were pulled tight between her ass cheeks
and over her clit. Her pussy lips pillowed out around the slice of material and
he could see the little bulge of her clit trapped underneath.
When she moved her hands up the back of her legs to her ass,
his eyes had started to burn from not blinking. Her fingers dented her flesh as
she squeezed and pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing more of her thong and
the puckered sides of her anus. He wasn’t sure when he’d unzipped his pants,
but as she kneaded her cheeks and circled the material over her asshole with
her finger, his cock was in his hands, hard and ready to finish what she had
started.
He had to put his hands on the doorframe to keep himself
from coming when Aurora shook her thick black mane out of her face and looked
up at her reflection in the mirror while she was touching herself. From the way
she was positioned facing the mirror, he could see her ass, her cunt and her
breasts, which looked close to spilling out of her bra any second. And then she
moved her fingers down and started to stroke herself. Slow and steady. His
fingernails had dug shallow half-moons into the wood of the doorframe when she
pushed her fingers into her cunt.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he glanced down at the tented sheet
over his cock. The possibility of sleep tonight had just become an impossibility.
By the time she’d finally gotten into the shower, he’d had a raging hard-on and
a raging headache from holding the vision through the door at a high level of
clarity for such a long time. Aspirin had only relieved one pain.
It didn’t help that he’d expected to have his woman tonight
since he’d explained her place in his world, but she’d taken care of her needs
by herself and then gone straight to sleep. Her actions puzzled him, but he was
a Kilth and the Kilth never forced their women. The way she’d reacted to his
kiss in the parking lot
Connyn shifted his position on the bed, torn between cursing
and thanking the gods for the gift they’d granted him. Aurora lay on her
stomach next to him, dead to the world and completely at peace. Every time she
moved, no matter how slightly, he was immediately aware of the change in her
position, the sound of her altered breath, the shush of the sheet against her
soft skin. And every time his body surged under the demanding need to take his
mate.
He glanced at the red glowing numbers on the bedside clock.
4:52. He’d been lying here for nearly four hours, wide awake. A better option
than closing his eyes since every time he did, he saw his mate stripped down to
black lace and bringing herself to orgasm. Her hands sliding over her ass, her
fingers—
Shit. Connyn’s eyes flew open. If he couldn’t get his thoughts
under control, sleep wasn’t going to happen. Ever.
Or at least until he fucked his mate.
It was Aurora’s fault. He hadn’t planned on invading her
privacy. The supernatural gifts the gods so sparingly doled out to the royal
male heirs of the Five Houses were never to be abused, used for personal gain
or taken for granted. The abuse of their powers by his ancestors caused the
gods to curse Ilyria in the first place. But Aurora had been in the bathroom
for a while and he hadn’t heard the shower.
After the trouble they’d had that day, he’d been concerned
she might have gone into shock or become ill. It was his duty and his right as
her mate to make sure she was feeling well. Knowing that if he asked through
the door he’d most likely receive a flippant answer and not the full truth, he
naturally used the power the gods had given and simply adjusted his vision to
look through the door.
His heart thumped hard at the memory. The sight he’d caught
had nearly brought him to his knees. His woman was bent over, still in her
heels and stockings, legs spread and ass high. She was wearing a black thong
and a belt that held her stockings up with straps running over her ass. Because
of how she was standing, the panties were pulled tight between her ass cheeks
and over her clit. Her pussy lips pillowed out around the slice of material and
he could see the little bulge of her clit trapped underneath.
When she moved her hands up the back of her legs to her ass,
his eyes had started to burn from not blinking. Her fingers dented her flesh as
she squeezed and pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing more of her thong and
the puckered sides of her anus. He wasn’t sure when he’d unzipped his pants,
but as she kneaded her cheeks and circled the material over her asshole with
her finger, his cock was in his hands, hard and ready to finish what she had
started.
He had to put his hands on the doorframe to keep himself
from coming when Aurora shook her thick black mane out of her face and looked
up at her reflection in the mirror while she was touching herself. From the way
she was positioned facing the mirror, he could see her ass, her cunt and her
breasts, which looked close to spilling out of her bra any second. And then she
moved her fingers down and started to stroke herself. Slow and steady. His
fingernails had dug shallow half-moons into the wood of the doorframe when she
pushed her fingers into her cunt.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he glanced down at the tented sheet
over his cock. The possibility of sleep tonight had just become an impossibility.
By the time she’d finally gotten into the shower, he’d had a raging hard-on and
a raging headache from holding the vision through the door at a high level of
clarity for such a long time. Aspirin had only relieved one pain.
It didn’t help that he’d expected to have his woman tonight
since he’d explained her place in his world, but she’d taken care of her needs
by herself and then gone straight to sleep. Her actions puzzled him, but he was
a Kilth and the Kilth never forced their women. The way she’d reacted to his
kiss in the parking lot
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