The Spoils of Allsveil: Dark Heart Heroes #2 by S.N. McKibben Page B
Authors: S.N. McKibben
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me?”
Paul stiffened under my one-armed embrace.
“I have remained faithful in deed and word.” Brie seemed thoroughly incensed. She spoke more but her high shrieks traveled over me. I could no more think than climb a three-story wall. I turned my attentions to Paul. “You want her. You’ve wanted her for a long time. It would please me if you took her now while I watched.” As soon as the words left my lips it became the very thing I desired most. “Go fuck her. I’ll watch.”
His eyes widened and Paul searched my face. He blinked in rapid succession. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s very easy. Take off your clothes and do what’s natural.”
He was still unbelieving, and repeated my words. “Take off my clothes…and do what’s natural.”
I sighed. Knowing my reputation, I tried another tactic. “How about this? If you don’t fuck her, I will behead you.”
His eyes grew wide and all the blood ran out of his face.
“Gods-be-damned, Paul, you are a brother to me. We’ve fought together, saved each other’s lives several times, you helped teach me and guided me into this mantle of king. I swear you’ll receive no repercussions.” I took hold of his jaw and pointed his face to Brie. “A king has one, maybe two real friends in his lifetime. I am fortunate to name you as one. I’ve watched you pay the price of clinging to your loyalty to me at every cathouse we’ve been to. You want her, she wants you, desperately.”
As Paul soaked in my words, their impact eroded his strength to resist.
“This is not a betrayal of me.” I turned to look at my wife and we both stared at the beauty before us.
“ Brie?” Paul’s voice cracked as he looked at her. It was his way of asking her permission.
“If Aiden’s not going to have me, then it might as well be with someone who wants me.”
I grimaced. That made me want to pin her down and show her how much I wanted her. Paul looked to me.
I nodded. Paul walked forward and placed his hand on her hip. Brie inhaled in ecstasy. His hand carried up her side and over her breasts. Desire made my cock shoot up over my breeches. I wanted to watch him fuck her more than anything.
“I hope to not regret this.” Paul closed his eyes and squeezed.
My cock throbbed at the notion of being a voyeur. Brie, suddenly realizing that Paul was going to go through with it, stiffened. I stood there watching Paul fumble with his clothes. The man was shaking violently while mumbling, “Just take off your clothes and do what’s natural. Just like one of the hounds.”
Paul had been with me in battles for some fifteen years and I’d never seen him this nervous.
Bridgette glared at me. “You’re mad. You’re really forcing him to do this.”
“He wants you.” I scowled back at her. “And you want him. There’s no forcing involved.”
A bloom of color spread across her cheeks and down her neck. Oh yes, she wanted him. My cock twitched with ferocity as if it had been given a second chance at life. Oh, so help me, what I’d thought was revenge became something more deviant. Paul swallowed, fumbled with his belt, and glanced at me. I nodded with a solemn acceptance. By heaven, I felt sorry for the man. Bridgette was a tough woman to please. If he had any—issues, she was the kind of cruel that could make a man swear off sex for good.
“Oh for all that’s holy, Paul.” Bridgette grabbed the man’s belt and helped him unwind the leather.
I snorted. “Yes, ridicule helps a man ’s prick harden, Brie.”
My commander grabbed my wife and pressed his lips against hers. The shock of his assertiveness, and watching another man possess what was mine, sent a ripple through me. I stood, unable to name what was happening. My ribs heaved. My heart labored to beat out of my chest. My ill-behaved cock strove to burst apart wanting other men to experience what belonged to me. To know what I owned.
At the same time my heart clenched and I had to fight the urge to
Paul stiffened under my one-armed embrace.
“I have remained faithful in deed and word.” Brie seemed thoroughly incensed. She spoke more but her high shrieks traveled over me. I could no more think than climb a three-story wall. I turned my attentions to Paul. “You want her. You’ve wanted her for a long time. It would please me if you took her now while I watched.” As soon as the words left my lips it became the very thing I desired most. “Go fuck her. I’ll watch.”
His eyes widened and Paul searched my face. He blinked in rapid succession. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s very easy. Take off your clothes and do what’s natural.”
He was still unbelieving, and repeated my words. “Take off my clothes…and do what’s natural.”
I sighed. Knowing my reputation, I tried another tactic. “How about this? If you don’t fuck her, I will behead you.”
His eyes grew wide and all the blood ran out of his face.
“Gods-be-damned, Paul, you are a brother to me. We’ve fought together, saved each other’s lives several times, you helped teach me and guided me into this mantle of king. I swear you’ll receive no repercussions.” I took hold of his jaw and pointed his face to Brie. “A king has one, maybe two real friends in his lifetime. I am fortunate to name you as one. I’ve watched you pay the price of clinging to your loyalty to me at every cathouse we’ve been to. You want her, she wants you, desperately.”
As Paul soaked in my words, their impact eroded his strength to resist.
“This is not a betrayal of me.” I turned to look at my wife and we both stared at the beauty before us.
“ Brie?” Paul’s voice cracked as he looked at her. It was his way of asking her permission.
“If Aiden’s not going to have me, then it might as well be with someone who wants me.”
I grimaced. That made me want to pin her down and show her how much I wanted her. Paul looked to me.
I nodded. Paul walked forward and placed his hand on her hip. Brie inhaled in ecstasy. His hand carried up her side and over her breasts. Desire made my cock shoot up over my breeches. I wanted to watch him fuck her more than anything.
“I hope to not regret this.” Paul closed his eyes and squeezed.
My cock throbbed at the notion of being a voyeur. Brie, suddenly realizing that Paul was going to go through with it, stiffened. I stood there watching Paul fumble with his clothes. The man was shaking violently while mumbling, “Just take off your clothes and do what’s natural. Just like one of the hounds.”
Paul had been with me in battles for some fifteen years and I’d never seen him this nervous.
Bridgette glared at me. “You’re mad. You’re really forcing him to do this.”
“He wants you.” I scowled back at her. “And you want him. There’s no forcing involved.”
A bloom of color spread across her cheeks and down her neck. Oh yes, she wanted him. My cock twitched with ferocity as if it had been given a second chance at life. Oh, so help me, what I’d thought was revenge became something more deviant. Paul swallowed, fumbled with his belt, and glanced at me. I nodded with a solemn acceptance. By heaven, I felt sorry for the man. Bridgette was a tough woman to please. If he had any—issues, she was the kind of cruel that could make a man swear off sex for good.
“Oh for all that’s holy, Paul.” Bridgette grabbed the man’s belt and helped him unwind the leather.
I snorted. “Yes, ridicule helps a man ’s prick harden, Brie.”
My commander grabbed my wife and pressed his lips against hers. The shock of his assertiveness, and watching another man possess what was mine, sent a ripple through me. I stood, unable to name what was happening. My ribs heaved. My heart labored to beat out of my chest. My ill-behaved cock strove to burst apart wanting other men to experience what belonged to me. To know what I owned.
At the same time my heart clenched and I had to fight the urge to
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