“Kiahn,” I breathe, getting myself all wound up because watching him want me so Goddamn much but holding back is really doing it for me right now. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” And, because I have a hunch about what might make him snap, I add, “do you want to breed me?”
“Fuck!” he jerks beneath me, the hand around my throat moving lightning-fast to cover my mouth, smothering my gasp with his warm palm. Kiahn’s strokes become erratic, the water sloshing more viciously around us as he groans, his eyes shut tight. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to spill my seed too soon,” he grits out.
I match the tempo of his strokes with my own, moaning into the hand covering my mouth. Those green eyes of his flash, and the desperation I see in them damn near sets me off. “Niska,” Kiahn pants. “Let me watch you come first… Come for me. Don’t make me beg.”
And it’s the very thought of this big, powerful prince begging for me to come for him that sets me hurtling toward that pique before I plummet right off of it. It turns out I’m quite grateful for Kiahn’s hand smothering down the squeal-like noise I breathe into his palm. My hips jolt, and I think I even moan his name with the pleasure that’s spreading all over my body. I almost don’t notice the way my orgasm seems to finally set Kiahn’s off too, as he grunts and jerks, his hips thrusting, bucking up to me like we were really doing this and not just touching ourselves together.
With the last wave of bliss cascading over me, my body suddenly seems heavy and light at the same time. I slump forward, pressing myself to his front as I try to catch my breath.
Incredibly, Kiahn stiffens as I lay on him - like I didn’t just watch him jerk it and come in the pool. “Is this making you uncomfortable?” I ask, though I’m so tired, I don’t move from where I’ve collapsed on him, my cheek pressed to his warm chest. I can hear his heartbeat thundering beneath my ear.
I can also feel my own heartbeat still throbbing between my thighs.
Kiahn’s hand - the one that had been doing said ‘jerking it’ - slips out from between us, but he doesn’t wrap it around me like a lover would. “I-” he starts, his breathing still ragged, “I’m just not used to females willing to be so vulnerable and… affectionate this way.”
I shift a little, suddenly realizing I’m sandwiching his very large, and still very hard cock between our bodies. But, it’s then that his arms come around me, holding me to him. “But I do enjoy it,” he hastens to add as he holds me tentatively, like I’m a fragile little bird. “I-… you are showing me many things I am not used to, Niska.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that, my breath huffing along the skin of his chest, creating goosebumps right in front of me. “You and me both, big guy.”
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Chapter 17 - Niska
When I open my bleary eyes, an excited looking Vel is standing in front of me, that tablet she loves to carry around clutched to her chest again. “Huh?” I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, giving my brain a little more time to catch up with itself.
“He’s already signed it!” she tells me, beaming so wide, I think her face might crack into two if she carries on. “No one - and particularly princes - ever just blindly signs a contract without first hearing the other party’s demands,” she continues, hopping onto the bed and shimmying her back up to the headboard while I stretch and sit up. “But look, the big dummy has just outright agreed to any demand you want to make,” she says, tilting her tablet for me to look at it.
He…
Oh…
Kiahn. Kiahn has agreed for me to have… anything I want?
I can feel my face begin to heat as memories of last night flood my mind. Particularly the part where he stroked his cock to promises of spoiling me. Is this a kink he has?
Is this a kink I have? The fierce independence in me bristles at the thought.
But I can’t deny, there is something there, for sure.
“What’s going on?” Jaya pokes her head out from the blankets, her voice still thick with sleep and her hair looking chaotic.
“Niska’s Prince Charming is eager and all signed up to be her sugar daddy by the sounds of things,” Lois answers for me, leaning her hip on the door frame of the bathroom as she towel-dries her wet hair. “So, what were you up to with him last night?”
“I-” I gape at her like the proverbial deer in the headlights. “I wasn’t-”
Lois raises a brow at me in an expression so reminiscent of a mom who knows her teenager is lying out of her ass, I almost feel like I need to apologize and promise I’ll never sneak out with a boy again. “I heard him wish you goodnight at the door, and then you were sneaking in all dripping wet,” she accuses.
Busted.
“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I got up to go swimming,” I stammer out, sounding guilty as hell. “Kiahn - Prince Kiahn - was there as well. We just swam, I-”
Lois holds up a hand. “I don’t want the details. But you must have some kind of mind blowing ‘swimming’ skills. It sounds like he’s ready to offer up the keys to the kingdom.”
Before I can even dignify that with a barefaced lie, Vel leans forward beside me and interrupts. “If this is true, we need to get a contract drawn up before that idiot cousin of mine decides to spend more time alone with you. He could have lost control and bit you, Niska. This is a serious matter.”
Suddenly, I start to feel a little guilty for pushing him the way I did last night. It’s like I’ve just tattled on a friend and now they’re in trouble with the principal or something.
“He didn’t mean for us to be alone,” I add, watching Vel hop off the bed.
“It’s fine,” Vel dismisses. I watch as she turns and places her tablet down on the nearby desk so that she can lift the folded pile of clothes she must have brought into the room with her. “You will be given proper clothing once we arrive in Xaavia tomorrow, but for now, these will have to suffice,” she says, doling out three piles of fabric in different shades of blue. “They are rather plain, but the only thing I could muster up while we’re travelling. Besides, they have got to be better than the sacks that slave trader forced you to wear.”
Vel leaves us to get dressed and ready for the day on board the ship. And, as it turns out, we’ve already missed a lot of the morning since our internal clocks are a bit screwy right now - oh, and due to the fact that we’ve been living our lives as part of a slave trader’s stock for the past however many months. Yeah - that’s probably gonna mess you up a bit.
Anyway, we’re washed, and dressed in our new dresses that all sport high necklines, making sure we cover our throats. What’s strange, is that they also have a plunging peekaboo cut away on the chest - a patch of missing fabric that dangerously shows off our cleavage. Apparently necks are a no-go, but boobs are all the rage. The skirts are full and swish when we walk, but that fullness conceals a seductively high slit on one side that somehow reminds me of the scraps of fabric Mama Z’rykby had put me in and dared to call it an outfit. The sleeves are long and fluted, and the corset has some kind of self-tightening technology, even if it still looks like a good ol’ fashioned lace up - we hadn’t needed to do a thing, somehow the dress knew when to tighten itself and how tight to go. Vel had said she’d had some of her own ‘leisure dresses’ modified to be able to give us these, and, feeling the butter-soft fabric, I can believe that - even though the designs are a far cry from the sweats us humans would call leisurewear.
