Forbidden Honor (Dragon Royals #1)(11)

“I can fuck her without spilling any state secrets.”

“You can’t talk to her without spilling your semen. I should know—I used to be your roommate.”

I gagged silently under the table. These guys seemed very comfortable with each other. They should be the ones picking up crusty socks from under their beds.

Even princes and dukes, who can get almost any woman they want, jerk themselves off.

And despite how badly it ended in terms of laundry, I kind of liked the mental image that went through my mind.

Prince Jaik, his head tilted back and his narrowed eyes on mine, working his hand up and down his long, hard dick… The way he would look with his chiseled abs and dark happy trail running down his flat lower abs, the way he’d watch me, knowing how aroused I was, even as he picked up the pace, moving faster and faster, until he was jerking himself off furiously…

“Do you think she’s working for the Olds? Or for the rebels?”

“Enough talk about the Olds,” Arren’s impatient voice cut through my reverie. “The girls will be here any moment. No un-dragon needs to hear even a whisper of what’s happening in the Order.”

Un-dragon? These arrogant weirdos actually called the other shifters in the world un-dragons?

The doors opened again, letting in breathy voices and giggles and the click of heels across hardwood that softened once the girls reached the rugs. The guys’ tones changed from the bantering way they talked to each other, became warmer and smoother. All lies, all fucking lies.

There were the soft sounds of murmurs, of lips meeting lips, the silky rustle of hands caressing over clothes. I bit my lower lip. Fuck me.

Were these reprobates actually going to have sex in the library?

With each other watching?

There was a thump on the table right above me as one of the guys threw one of the girls onto the surface. She laughed, high and surprised, then the sound was cut off as he kissed her hard. She moaned eagerly, and her legs almost disappeared from view as she wrapped them around his waist, drawing him closer.

The sounds of their sexscapades filled the once-dignified quiet of the library. I stared down at the page and tried to read my book.

But I couldn’t focus.

The dragon royals might be assholes, but they were also sexy as hell, and from the happy, wet, sometimes gaspy sounds, the girls they were fucking were having a much better night than me.

I caught glimpses of bared calves, of bodies touching. Some of the royals stumbled away with the girls to parts farther away in the library, but two were still fucking girls on top of the table. The door might as well have been a million miles away. I had zero chance of crawling out of here without being caught.

And the sounds—and my own imagination—were driving me mad. A desperate throb between my thighs accompanied the sounds of satisfaction happening above.

I rolled carefully onto my back, let my legs fall open and rubbed my fingers over myself through my dress. But it wasn’t enough, and soon—imagining that I was the one Prince Jaik and Talisyn were fucking on top of the table, which was rocking with rhythmic thrusts—I delved under my panties, then finally pushed them down entirely. I rubbed my clit, wishing it was his lips and his tongue instead of my own fingers.

“Bend her over the table,” Talisyn ordered. “I’m going under.”

The next thing I knew, while she was moaning and her hips were swaying against the table, her skirt pulled up to expose her long, pale legs, and Jaik was behind her driving away… Talisyn dropped to his knees.

His gaze met mine. For a long second, the two of us stared at each other, and his gaze fell to my hand between my thighs, my fingers resting on my swollen center. I moved to push my skirt back in place, and he grabbed my wrist. He gave me a quick shake of his head, and I stopped.

“Good girl,” he mouthed, giving me a wink, and despite myself, something in me flip-flopped at the unexpected praise.

I should’ve been terrified. How was I so horny that I wasn’t even terrified?

“Talisyn,” the girl said impatiently. “Where are you? We all know Lynx won’t play with us. He’s off in his books again.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, his amused gaze still fixed on me. Then he wrapped one hand around her creamy thigh, and pressed his mouth to her clit. Her hips kept rocking back and forth against the table as the other drove into her, but he kept time with them easily.

I watched his soft, pink mouth above that hard jaw work patiently against her clit. His Adam’s apple bobbed from time to time, and his face was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, all but chiseled from marble. He watched me from the corner of his eye, his hand moving to mine. He pressed my fingers against my core, commanding me silently to keep touching myself.

And I did. I let my legs fall open wider, let him watch me as I teased my fingers around my opening, as I worked my clit. The girl groaned, her legs shook, she cried out their names. He pulled away from her abruptly and leaned over me. Above, the table shook as the prince pushed her to where he wanted for yet another round.

But Talisyn leaned over me and brushed his hand over my thigh. He looked at me with a question in his eyes.

“Please,” I mouthed, and I was rewarded by his enormous grin.

“Who knew that there was such a good girl under all that smartass?” he mouthed back. “Good girls are always rewarded.”