A New Short Story | The King Will Finger You

EXCERPT

Omi had a magic about her, a general draw that could easily be dangerous. It was why he’d assigned her a team of guards around the clock. Even that had been trying at first.

The strength of her succubus power was still unknown, and Theo had spent hours reading the archives, his father’s diaries, her mother’s, too. His father and hers were brothers, but she was not his uncle’s child. They clearly knew Omi was the spawn of an incubus, but they made a sweet and loving family, so no one treated them differently.

Who was Theo to judge when he didn’t know why they’d made the choices they did? They’d been happy together.

Omi slowly pressed a chocolate between her lips, letting it pop and crunch between her teeth slowly. The squirt of the jam filling and the delight in her gaze brought him back from his thoughts.

How she met his gaze with brazen heat made his cock jerk to life.

The clock in the hall clanged midnight, softly echoing in his sitting room. Naomi would turn sixteen in thirty-nine minutes. Theo didn’t know what to expect.

“We should discuss what might happen tonight—when you’re finished.”

Nodding, Omi took another big bite of the cheesecake. It was half gone already. That was something he’d always enjoyed about his cousin. She could eat and eat a lot. It didn’t take her long to clear the platter, and she savored the last bite of cheesecake as he stepped forward again.

The fork lingered in her mouth as he neared. He brushed her hair back from her face with one hand, slowly pulling the fork from between her lips with the other.

Her breathing went erratic, and he swore he could hear her heart pounding.

But when she blinked rapidly and gripped his arms, he pulled her away from the hot hearth and toward a backless settee by the heavily cloaked windows. Theo drew the curtains away as she sat, and she pressed her forehead to the cold glass.

“You’re all right.”

Omi nodded, slowly recovering, her hands still clinging to his arm.

Theo knelt beside her, smoothing her hair from her face again, tucking the strands behind her ear and holding her until she met his gaze again. No confusion or cloudiness, just want.

Leaning in parted her mouth, tipped her head toward him, and the soft intake of air when their lips brushed annihilated him. A spark drove down his center, so he kissed her more firmly. The small noise in the back of her throat sank claws into him.

Gods, was this her succubus power or simply her?

Gathering all of his strength, he forced himself to pull back. Their heavy breathing mixed in the air between them.

“We have little time to talk before—”

Omi swallowed and nodded.

“You’ve been conducting your own research?”

“Yes.” Her voice came out as mostly breath, and it twisted so many naughty things inside of him.

“You understand the kind of tests and training we will need to implement over the next year?” Until her power could be fully harnessed and controlled. Fully understood.

Her fingers played with the collar of his shirt. “Yes.”

“I will do my best to ease you through it. Find ways to make it the most pleasurable I can for you.” Surely, not all of it would be pleasant. Training of any kind never was, but with how invasive it would be for Omi, he’d do everything in his power to make it easier on her.

Those teasing fingers toyed with his throat and the edge of his collarbone. Fuck, he wanted her hands splayed across his skin.

“Have you been touched before?”

Bright pink spread across her cheeks, and she gave a small affirmation.

He brushed the heat of her skin with his thumb. “That’s okay. But I’ll need you to tell me how much and where.”

Asking felt perverse, but he couldn’t know where to start unless he knew what she’d already done.

Omi took his hand and cupped it under her breast. “When my hormones flair, they hurt, and I’ve had them rubbed.”

“Just rubbed?” He lightly squeezed the swell of flesh.

Shaking her head, she whispered a no against his mouth. “Rubbed, sucked on, played with on bad days. Until I come.”

Fuck, the strain of his cock caught a groan in his chest. “Only playing with your nipples?”

“Sometimes a thigh between mine, so I can grind and seek relief.”

Struggling not to ask who and when and how often, Theo nodded and took a small breath. “What else?”

“Nothing else.”

“No fingering, oral, penetration?”

“No.”

Oh, the innocence. He wanted to be all of her firsts. “That’s going to change. Very quickly.”

Her breath quickened again. “I know.”

Surging to his feet, he lifted her and turned, sitting with his back to the armrest and spreading her over his lap.

Omi sank her hand into his hair, and their mouths met the moment he had her settled. Already her hips canted over his hard-on and her muted moan tightened his fingers over her flesh. Meeting her slow thrusts, Theo struggled to rein himself in.

Gods, he wanted to be inside of her.

Not tonight.

Not if he could help it.

Read the rest of Omi and Theo’s story here.

Dirty promises.

Broken innocence.

A well-kept secret.

Omi is the only full-blown succubus in the collective kingdoms.

And Theo, her king, will be in charge of her training.

He’ll take all of her firsts, personally uncovering her powers.

Because Omi is an asset Theo doesn’t want to lose.