Chapter 271: Chapter 271 Payment in Passion
Perry’s POV
I had no choice in the matter. How could I refuse when this was what my mate desired? Especially when Phoebe began kissing me like that.
"Mmm, I’ll help with that if you kiss me somewhere else," I said, unable to hide my grin.
Phoebe’s laughter rang out, playful and wicked. She loved my madness—I could see it in her eyes. "Where else do you want me to kiss you, my king?"
Those words made me clench my jaw. God, I wanted to take her right then, make her mine until she could only scream my name.
"I want you to kiss me here," I said, pointing to my neck. "Here, and then down here..."
Phoebe bit her lip, but she nodded. Even without my promise to help with the omega situation, she wanted this. No pressure between us—just pure desire.
"I need you on your back then," Phoebe said, pushing me until I fell backward. She hovered above me, confident and stunning.
Long ago, she never would have been this bold. Now her confidence made her irresistible—my queen looked absolutely seductive.
"Do you want me to kiss you here?" Phoebe asked, leaning down to press her lips against my neck. She positioned herself so her entrance rested directly on top of my hardness.
I couldn’t penetrate her yet—she still wore her underwear, driving me wild with anticipation.
"And here too, right?" Phoebe’s tongue traced down my collarbones before moving lower. Her long hair tickled my chest, intensifying every sensation. "And here too?"
Phoebe licked my abs while lifting her head to look at me seductively, waiting for my answer.
"Fuck, Phoebe." I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up and flipped her over so she lay on her stomach.
"I thought you wanted me to kiss you?" Phoebe asked innocently, though nothing about her was innocent when she lifted her hips to help me remove her underwear. She moaned loudly when I slipped my fingers inside her.
"Fuck, you’re so wet, love." I bit her shoulder and lifted her dress to caress her inner thigh. She was ready for me. "It’s going to be a little rough, my queen," I warned her, my voice hoarse with need. "I want to go hard on you."
"Yes, please..." Phoebe didn’t hesitate. She wanted me to use her body, to wreck her completely and take my pleasure from her.
I sensed something deeper in her eagerness, but I couldn’t quite understand what drove her to want this intensity.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked afterward, worry creasing my features. I’d lost control and knew I’d been too rough. "Tell me if you’re in pain."
"It’s fine. You don’t need to worry," Phoebe reassured me, though I could tell she was sore. She’d loved every moment of my intensity, but her body was protesting now.
"I’ll call a healer to check on you," I said, starting to get up.
Phoebe grabbed my arm, pulling me back down. Horror filled her eyes. "Don’t. Don’t do that. Never. I don’t want to see a healer," she said firmly.
Phoebe’s face turned crimson.
"But you’re in pain."
"I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t you dare breathe a word about it," Phoebe hissed, trying to sound commanding. She looked like a kitten attempting to claw its owner.
"Okay, fine." I kissed the tip of her nose. "I won’t say anything, but if you’re fine, can I have another round?"
"Perry!" Phoebe hissed my name while I laughed. She wanted it again, but her body couldn’t keep up, and she had somewhere to be.
"Fine, fine." I kissed both her cheeks and her eyes. "I’ll still call for a healer."
"Perry, I said..." Phoebe didn’t finish before I silenced her with a kiss.
"For the omegas," I said against her lips, nibbling lightly. "Isn’t this what you want?"
Phoebe chuckled. "Yes." Then she remembered something else. "Can I move all the women back to the omega quarters? Do you think the building is big enough for all of them?"
"You’re asking for a lot today, my love. There’ll be a high price for that." I cupped her breast, making my intentions clear.
"Sure, I’ll pay double," Phoebe challenged me.
"Perfect." I pushed her back onto the bed, keeping myself to just kisses. "Do whatever you want with this kingdom."
I loved seeing her like this. "Thank you. I love you..."
"I love you more than you know." I licked her lips, tasting her sweetness.
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Phoebe’s POV
I liked it rough, but deep down, I also allowed it because I felt guilty for my incompetence—guilt over not giving him an heir. I wanted him to hurt me, to be angry with me. I’d endured harsh treatment my whole life and could handle pain, but his gentleness confused me.
His love felt like a double-edged blade piercing my heart.
Since I couldn’t give him what he wanted most, I’d give him everything else...
When he mentioned calling a healer, panic flooded through me. What would I tell them? That the king had fucked me too hard? No way would I discuss that.
