Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Hawk sucks in air as if he were drowning, and his eyes, colored by the green glow of sparkly moss, darken in response to my words. He’s a predator eager for yet another meal, but I’m no longer afraid of his sharp claws and teeth.
“Holy hell, that’s so damn hot, princeling,” Hawk rasps, rubbing his hands over my body, as if he wants me to understand that I’m not in a position to say no. In fact, the faster I yield, the quicker we can resume our journey, or so I tell myself, because I know he would let go if I pushed him away.
It’s me who doesn’t want to stop.
A rumble leaves Hawk's lips as he nips at my cheek, and I join him when his thigh glides along my stiffening cock. “I don’t know what dumbasses live in that court of yours, but it’s criminal that nobody got you naked before me. Your body’s made for riding dick.”
I give up and slide my backpack to the ground, because we’re not going anywhere until my beast is sated. “The men I like, who possibly were also attracted to me… I think my position intimidated them.” But not Hawk. He doesn’t give a fuck if I’m a prince, and manhandles me as if I were a drunk stable boy. Perhaps he even revels in the power he has over me. I feel like I’m an offering to him, and that I shall be reborn after this only to be consumed again. Over and over, because his hunger can never be satisfied.
“Really? What kind of men were they?” he asks and opens my legs wider, so he can step between them. His hands keep wandering, touching every bit of my body, as if he acknowledged no rules of conduct. As if only his desire is important when it comes to this.
Opening up about such intimate matters doesn’t come naturally to me. I swallow to ease the dryness in my throat. “It’s not about who they were, but what the expectations are because of my royal status.”
Hawk slides his hands to my jaw and forces me to look up. “Are you saying there’s expectations of the role you take up in the sack? And, as we established, you like to be taken.”
I swallow and kiss his thumb as I place my hands over his wrists. “It’s less about who does which act in the bedroom, and more about…” I have to think of how to explain something that is a social construct I inherently know, not a law, “power. Being one of the princes means that I’m of high social standing and therefore expected to be the pursuer. And I admit I never felt adequate when it comes to that role. It’s my inherent flaw, that in matters of romance, I wish to be pursued, which goes against the expectations of everyone at court. Even my mother, as a princess of the Goldweed bloodline chose her husband and courted him, as he was of lower social standing.
“Were I to desire another royal… things would be a bit easier, since he’d be my equal, but the kind of men I’ve always been attracted to… I suppose it would have been acceptable for me to pursue a tryst with them, but I never had the confidence to make a blatant offer. Especially after my mother made me realize spies are everywhere. And how would I even go about explaining to a potential lover that I want him to ravish me on the hay in the back of the barn? It was easier to give up on such fancies.”
I groan and close my eyes because I cannot bear looking into Hawk’s curious eyes any longer, fearful of his judgment.
But he just strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. “And what kind of men would you have liked to pursue you?”
The way he’s worded it makes my heart skip a beat. He already understands what I want better than anyone.
“Tall. Strong. Confident…” I say and run my fingers up his forearm because he is everything I’ve dreamed of and more. I’m embarrassed to tell him all this, but there is no way around it if I wish us to connect. “Men who don’t care about my status and would instead be lured by what my flesh can offer. Those who crave to conquer my body, not gain favors thanks to my position. Men who’d grab and use me if they wish, paying little mind to manners and the decorum of courting. A palace guard, a fisherman, a hunter in the woods, who doesn’t know my name, doesn’t know my title, just likes what he sees.”
“Ooh, I can be your hunter,” Hawk whispers, and his fingers slide to my groin, making me stir with pleasure. “Just found you lost in a dark cave, hungry, tired, and unable to protect yourself. And I only demand one thing for taking you to safety.”