4. Adrianna

4

ADRIANNA

F leeting dreams of a crown and a throne danced through my mind all night, like a dandelion seed floating wistfully through a meadow. Wishful, alluring, peaceful. Everything I thought this moment in my life would be. But just like reality, my dreams were tainted with nightmares.

Not with the things that go bump in the night.

No.

My nightmares were filled with family members I didn’t know existed and death. Lots and lots of death.

They threaten to wake me once again, a glint of sunlight burning the back of my eyelids, beckoning me to the land of the living, but it’s the whispered kisses over my skin that stir me past the point of no return.

Inch by inch, the soft lips get lower and lower before circling my belly button and making me squirm. Blindly, I reach my hand out and immediately know who is teasing me from their cropped hair and sharp jaw as my fingers gloss over their skin before curling in the short tendrils.

“Cass,” I rasp, prying my eyes open to find him looking up at me with a hunger in his eyes that immediately resonates in my bones. He’s shirtless and nestled between my thighs, his arms under my knees as his fingers trace lines over my hips.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” he breathes, his voice raspy with the remaining tendrils of sleep, and I cock a brow at him.

“Teasing me is taking care of me?” I goad, and he shakes his head at my sass, adding an eye roll for good measure before gripping my hips and dragging me closer to him.

“Don’t be dramatic. I’m giving you the best possible start to your day,” he grunts, tearing his stare from mine to look down at my pussy, which is now perfectly in front of his face.

He’s not wrong. I’m distracted, turned on, and ready to see what he has in store for me. When he doesn’t cut the remaining distance to my needy pussy quickly enough, I sigh. “I didn’t realize it would involve so much talking.”

My sarcasm earns me a swift nip at my thigh, an inch away from where I want him most, and when I groan, the snap of his teeth grows harsher. My thighs clench, tightening around his face.

“Close your eyes and just feel, Alpha,” he orders, and in my sleepy state, I obey without question.

The first lap of his tongue through my folds makes me bite back a groan as my thighs part, easing from around his neck as they grow lax. Another swoop of the pad of his tongue and I’m melting into the mattress already.

I didn’t realize I was coiled so tight, and he’s unraveling me with little effort.

He teases around my clit, swirling with delicious lick after delicious lick, and my grip on his hair tightens, desperate to feel him at my core too. He must sense my need, because his shoulders stiffen and he doubles down his efforts on my tight nub instead of giving in to me.

Typical Cassian.

Planting my feet on the bed on either side of his shoulders, I try to take control, desperate to ride his face however possible, but his grip on my hips makes it impossible.

“I said close your eyes and just feel, Alpha. This isn’t just feeling,” he grunts, his lips brushing against my clit with every word, and I groan.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

One by one, I untangle my fingers from his hair and keep my thighs splayed wide for him.

“Good girl,” he breathes, the words little more than a whisper before he thrusts two fingers deep into my pussy.

My back arches, my ass clearing the bed as I chase his touch. Tingles race down my spine as he swirls his fingers, curling them just right inside of me so I’m a squirming mess. My fingers find their way to the bed sheets, clutching tight for dear life as he nips at my clit while his fingers continue to punish my pussy.

“Cass,” I moan, his name like a prayer on my tongue as pleasure courses through my veins, bringing me one step closer to ecstasy with every sweep of his fingers. It’s like a trigger word for the wolf between my thighs, though, because a moment later he’s stretching me wider with a third finger and sinking his teeth even deeper into my flesh.

Writhing beneath him, I feel my skin heat, the sensation starting in my core and spreading across every inch of my body. My face tingles as the pink hue creeps up my chest, and my nipples pebble tight with the desire he’s conjuring with his touch.

“Come for me, Alpha. Let me be the first to taste the queen of fucking Floodborn,” he groans, and his words trigger my detonation.

My limbs coil tight, my knuckles bleached white as I fall apart at the seams. Wave after wave of euphoria consumes me as I ride out the pleasure, and he doesn’t relent until he’s taken every last drop from me.

I whimper when his fingers retreat from my pussy, and our gazes collide as he slowly moves up the length of my body, searing kisses into my skin on his way.

“Queen pussy tastes even better than princess, but you’re still my alpha,” he muses when we’re eye to eye, and the telltale heat of a blush tinges my cheeks.

Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I stare up at him with need still coursing through me. “Well, your alpha wants your cock in her mouth,” I murmur, trailing my fingers over his bare chest as he leans close enough for our noses to touch.

“Is that an order?” His words are husky, thick with desire, and all I can do is nod.

His lips claim mine in a brief but intense kiss before he crawls backward to the end of the bed. The second his feet are on the ground, he drops the shorts that were containing his cock to reveal his long and needy length. It juts in my direction, eager for attention, and who am I to deny him?

Crawling to the end of the bed, I keep my eyes fixed on his the entire time. Even when I sink to my knees on the black wooden floors, I’m still sirened by the yearning that swirls in his eyes.

My hands find his thighs, stroking over the tightly drawn muscles until I reach the apex, and he tenses beneath me, anticipating my next move.

“Now stand still and let me taste the new alpha of the Kenner pack,” I rasp, using his words back on him. His pupils quickly dilate and I relish in the control it gives me as I lean forward and run my tongue up the length of his cock.

He hisses through his teeth, the cords in his neck protruding as he tries to restrain himself, so I do it again, teasing him for a change. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, eyes still locked on his as I breathe. “It doesn’t matter who or what you are, I always taste the same thing,” I murmur, watching his brows furrow with a hint of confusion.

“Which is?” he asks through clenched teeth, and I grin.

“Mine.”

I swallow him down in the next breath, watching in delight as his head falls back, his eyes rolling with the motion, and I finally tear my gaze from his face. Steadying my breathing, I press my fingers into his thighs for support as I take him deeper and deeper with every pass of my lips.

Hollowing out my cheeks and flicking my tongue along the head of his cock, I quickly reduce him to a state of raw need, just like he had me a few moments ago. His fingers find their way into my hair, holding tight as I hit the back of my throat with his cock and swallow around the thick length of him.

“That’s it, Alpha, make me come. Let me paint the throat of the Queen of the Floodborn Kingdom. Give it to me,” he growls, the tremor in his words vibrating through my bones as I feel my eyes dampen from the fullness.

The power I feel at having him under my control quickly vanishes as his fingers tighten in my hair, holding me in place as he takes over. He chokes me with his cock and I moan with delight. Now that I’m not the one in charge, I can see him better. It’s not perfect through my watery vision, but it’s hot as fuck to see his desire take over and feel his hunt for pleasure consume us both.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants under his breath as his movements become erratic, and I relax my throat the best I can.

He slams his cock as deep as it’ll go, holding the position for a beat longer than my gag reflex can handle and I swallow around his length, taking him over the edge as he comes down my throat. His thrusts turn long and languid as he rides out the ecstasy vibrating through him before he pulls his cock from my mouth and releases my hair.

The look that passes between us makes my pussy ache with joy as he offers me his hand.

“The queen shouldn’t be on her knees in service to anyone.”

I balk at the statement, my head whipping toward the door to find Brody leaning against the door frame. There’s a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth as his eyes rake over me. He’s getting good at watching me in the throes of passion. I think I might have a real voyeur on my hands.

“You’re just jealous,” Cassian grumbles as he hauls me to my feet, and Brody scoffs.

“Definitely. Don’t look at me like that, Dagger. We have a busy day ahead,” he states, wagging a finger at me.

“I didn’t do anything,” I say with a gasp, and he gives me a pointed look.

“Your eyes are offering me sex and there’s no time for that.”

“No time?” I ask, hoping for clarification, making him groan as he turns away from me. “Please tell me we’re busy because it involves three more cocks for me to choke on,” I push, but he shakes his head, sauntering back to me with heat in his eyes.

“Fuck, not yet, but definitely later, once you’ve fulfilled your queenly duties.”