Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)

by Meagan Brandy

The feminine voice penetrates my eardrums, and while I’ve only heard it once before, I recognize it instantly. It stabs at parts of me I can’t name, slamming into my mind like it fucking belongs there. Like it was coming home.

Her body slowly turns to get away from whomever she’s with, when suddenly she stops, her head snapping in this direction until her line-of-sight locks with mine. Instantly, my muscles ripple, clenching and flexing and stretching. Fucking straining. She can’t see me. There’s no fucking way.

I pout, feeling bad for myself and the fact that my sexual needs match that of a man. We really need to cut the stigma somewhere, because fuck all that. Girls need this shit just as much.

I don’t suck on anything unless it’s over six foot and has a red flag hovering over their head.

“What if I said I have always wanted to play with the devil, if only to see how bad it would burn?” “Then I would say you’re pretty fucking close to getting what you wished for. Now shut the fuck up and take this dick like you were made to.”