Chapter 37: A Deal
He explored her, slowly savoring every inch of her. He could feel her slick wetness completely coating his hand and could hear the soft, needy sounds she was making every time he touched her.
As he rhythmically rubbed her clit with his thumb, he slid a finger deeper into her tight channel. She was incredibly hot and wet, and he could feel her internal walls contracting tightly against him as he moved.
His touch felt like pure magic to her body as he slowly and carefully glided in and out of her.
Arianna’s body betrayed her completely as the slick wetness greased his fingers, her thighs naturally opening wider to give him absolute access.
"How do you feel?" His voice was barely a whisper against her skin, and the deep vibration of it only made her wetter.
"Good, Kane... I love this," she breathed, bringing her face close to his and kissing him again and again, desperate for the contact.
"Tell me when to stop, or if I should continue..."
"Continue, please," she whimpered, her hands smoothing desperately over his bare back.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he slipped his middle finger in alongside the first, driving his pace faster than before.
Arianna’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, her hips instinctively rocking against his hand.
Kane could feel her getting closer with every movement, sensing the electric tension building rapidly inside her body.
Her hands tightened around his back, her fingernails digging deep enough into his skin to almost tear him, yet he absolutely loved the raw sensation of it.
Suddenly, she stiffened completely in his arms and let out a low, breathless moan, her entire body shaking violently with the force of an intense orgasm.
Kane held her close, keeping his fingers deep inside her as she rode out the final, lingering waves of intense pleasure. When her body finally stilled against his, he slowly and gently withdrew his hand.
Without taking his eyes off her, he brought his fingers to his lips. He tasted her essence directly off his skin, a deep growl vibrating in his chest; it was, without a doubt, the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
Her legs felt completely like jelly, forcing her to lean heavily against his broad chest for support.
Kane wrapped his arms tightly around her, raining tender kisses down upon her forehead. "That was intense. Did you enjoy it, my Queen?"
"It was amazing," she murmured in a low, breathless tone, pressing herself even closer to his warmth.
"Let’s get you washed so you can rest," Kane told her softly. "You are still recovering from the attack."
Arianna nodded, completely pliant as she allowed him to gently wash between her thighs and cleanse the rest of her body.
He effortlessly lifted her out of the bathing tub and as they returned to the bedroom, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of student he actually was.
He was already far better than his teacher, picking up the art of pleasure much too fast.
Then, the vivid memory of the way he had tasted her shot through her mind. The expression on his face had been one of pure, unadulterated satisfaction, as if he had just sampled the sweetest thing in his entire life.
Arianna’s eyes suddenly widened as a striking realization hit her. They had never once discussed that particular act during her lessons. So how on earth had he known exactly what to do?
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"It’s because of you that I am being forced to train with the omegas," Samantha hissed, stepping forward to block his path.
Ethan glared at her, clearly not in the mood for her tantrums. The sun was barely up, and he already knew the day ahead was going to be brutal.
"You are almost thirty years old, yet you constantly behave like someone younger than me," Ethan told her bluntly. He watched with cold satisfaction as her face twisted into a deep scowl. "Now you finally understand why my father won’t even look at you, right?"
"How dare you speak to me in that tone?"
"You shouldn’t forget your place, Samantha. I don’t have time to deal with your childish nonsense," Ethan hissed, brushing past her shoulder. He had to hurry if he wanted to catch up with the warriors heading to the border.
His father had handed him the harshest punishment possible, while Samantha had gotten off with a trivial slap on the wrist.
"I have news for you," she called out after him, her voice dripping with malice.
"I don’t care, Samantha. Leave me alone."
"It’s about the princess," she said, a mischievous, toxic smile spreading across her lips.
Ethan halted in his tracks. A heavy tension gripped his shoulders as he turned around and walked slowly back toward her. "What happened to her now? Did someone try to kill her again?"
"No, my dear Ethan," Samantha replied smoothly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Nearby, Selena stepped out from a tent, keeping quiet as she listened intently to their conversation.
"Then what is it?" he demanded, his brows furrowing in deep confusion.
"The princess has been locked inside the tent with your father since three hours ago. They won’t let a single soul inside. Did you know your father completely rejected the breakfast we brought?"
A suffocating silence fell between them. Ethan fought a losing battle to control his rising fury. He bit the inside of his cheek, staring blankly at her as a chaotic storm of thoughts raced through his mind.
He wondered if this was just another one of Arianna’s calculated games. What on earth was she thinking this time? She had gone entirely too far with the reckless bet they had made on her birthday.
She wanted to prove a point and make him jealous, right?
Well, it was working. It was driving him absolutely insane—but she needed to stop this madness right now before it was too late.
"What is there for him to say?" Selena answered instead, stepping out fully from behind the tent. All eyes turned to her as she forced a sweet, innocent smile. "Inasmuch as Ethan doesn’t care for the woman his father married, whatever they choose to do behind closed doors is none of his business."
Samantha’s jaw tightened. She was stunned that a mere mistress had the audacity to interrupt them. "I wasn’t talking to you."
"I am only telling you the truth," Selena replied. Though the sting of the insult hurt, she kept her voice perfectly calm and level. "If the King is happy with his new wife, then why bring it to Ethan at all?"
"Are you actively begging to be punished?" Samantha hissed, her anger flaring.
"You can’t punish me because I have done absolutely nothing wrong," Selena countered smoothly, her hand drifting down to rest protectively over her stomach. "However, gossiping about the King’s private affairs certainly attracts punishment. And trust me, if I tell him, he will believe me over you. After all, I am the mother of his upcoming grandchild."
Samantha gritted her teeth, fighting down a violent urge to punch the smug look right off the woman’s face.
"I have to get going," Ethan muttered, abruptly cutting between them and walking away. He had far too much on his plate right now to waste his morning listening to their petty, ridiculous quarrels.
Once Ethan’s retreating figure disappeared from view, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
"Now that Ethan is gone, let’s talk real business," Selena said, closing the physical gap between them. "I know you absolutely despise the princess. And trust me, I hate her with everything I’ve got."
Samantha raised an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued. "Why?"
"She spoke to me in a deeply insulting, harsh manner earlier, and it infuriated me," Selena lied seamlessly, lowering her gaze to mimic wounded pride. "If you want to take her down permanently, I can provide you with the exact dirt you need to do it."
"Hmm... and why exactly should I trust someone like you?"
Selena privately rolled her eyes. She could hardly believe she was lowering herself to strike a bargain with this barbarian girl who possessed zero respect for anyone. "You have to trust me because I am the only person in this camp who can actually help you get rid of that princess."
"Really?" Samantha challenged, tilting her head.
"Yes. But I want something specific in return."
"And what exactly is that?" Samantha asked, forcing a pleasant smile, though she knew damn well she had absolutely no intention of honoring any promise she made to this woman.
Selena crossed her arms, her eyes shining with raw, unbridled ambition. "I want a tent just as massive as Arianna’s. I also want a crown of my own, and a full staff of private servants to cater to my every whim. Just like her."
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