Forbidden Honor (Dragon Royals #1)(75)

“You don’t need to do that for me,” I said.

She smiled up at me mischievously. “I know I don’t have to, but what if I want to?”

“I couldn’t deny you anything,” I said, just before her tongue stroked across my cock and I lost all ability to banter or talk or think.

The sight of this beautiful girl kneeling in front of me, her shining red hair cascading across her shoulders as she wrapped her mouth around my cock, working her way up and down the shaft, devastated me. I couldn’t believe she was willing to do this thing for me, even though she was so perfect. I’d had a hundred girls suck my dick, and yet there was something different about having her look up at me, her eyes shiny, her beautiful pin mouth wrapped around me.

I twined my fingers through her hair. I’d never show her just how much she affected me. To tell her the truth about how I felt would be to tell her a lie about the future. We didn’t have a future. Not in my world.

The thought sucked some of the joy from the moment, even as her mouth worked along my cock, sending tremors of pleasure through my thighs.

She smiled around my cock as if she were enjoying the effect she had on me. I let out a gasp that surprised even me. I wasn’t used to being this undone by a woman. I was usually the one who stayed in control.

This was a new feeling, being taken over by lust, swept away by the feel of her mouth on mine, and most of all, those beautiful eyes shining up at me.

“Gods, Honor. You’ve got to stop now. I’m about to come.”

Her smile only widened around my cock for a second before she went back to busily milking the shaft, her tongue teasing around my tip, as she reached it before she plunged back onto my dick. She’d said she was inexperienced, but she’d still pleased me like no one had ever before.

“Honor,” I whispered, just as I shattered. My cock jerked and jumped as I unleashed inside her mouth.

She swallowed my cum, looking as if she even enjoyed it. I’d seen that look faked by plenty of girls. But Honor didn’t seem like she’d bother to lie to me. There was something freeing in her reckless honesty in a world streaked with bullshit.

“Are you going to give me a chance to play too?” I lifted her to her feet, stroking my hands over her arms. The lean muscles underneath her soft skin rippled under my palms.

She was toned—as if she were a fitting opponent when she went out to the training yard with me or Jaik, even if we were only playing around. I hadn’t understood at first why Jaik had teased her into sparring with us. The thought of hurting her was devastating to me. No matter how much Jaik tried to hide it, she affected him too.

He might kill me for taking what he wanted. I couldn’t resist the pull between Honor and me any more than I could resist gravity.

When I teased against her opening, her back arched, her gaze meeting mine.

“Yes,” she whispered, reaching for my cock hungrily.

I’d been afraid to enter her too quickly, but she looked up at me with her eyes smoldering. “I want to forget, Talisyn. Don’t be shy.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t be afraid,” she said softly. “Make it hurt.”

There was sadness and anger just beneath those arched eyebrows, shining eyes, glib lips. It made me ache to take it all away.

“If I ever make you hurt, I’ll make it better,” I promised as I pressed my tip against her.

She eyed me stubbornly, tilting her hips up, trying to drive onto my cock.

I surrendered and slammed deep inside her, the table rocking between us. She let out a gasp, clung to my neck, her face lighting with pleasure. The two of us began to move in time, her thighs tightening around my waist, drawing me close to her. Her hands roamed her breasts, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her sharp pink nipples massaged between her fingers.

Everything about her made me feel I was losing control, and I had spent my whole life carefully in control. That was what was expected of a dragon shifter and a royal son.

Her cries reached the most dusty edges of the bookstore. I couldn’t get enough of her.

The two of us tipped over the edge of pleasure together. Her lips found the curve of my jaw, her hand pressing against my throat. I’d never felt so vulnerable as with her body against mine.

I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Princess, I’d better get you home.”

She recoiled at the word. “I’m not your princess.”

“It’s just a pet name.”

“A pet name that you used for how many girls?” Her chin lifted, and she tossed that long, red hair.

I paused, my cheeks heating, an unfamiliar sensation. I didn’t want to think about the girls I’d known before. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“No, I’m not jealous,” she said, after a moment’s thought, and I had the feeling she was being really truly honest, that if she were jealous, she would tell me. “I want you to at least pretend that I’m special.”

“I don’t have to pretend,” I told her.

She smiled at me, and I knew I would have to do more than say the words to make her believe me. Her disbelief lodged something tight in my chest.

“I’ve never called any girl my queen before,” I said teasingly. “And after what you did earlier, I think you might just be my queen.”