Just This Once (The Kings)

by Lena Hendrix

The last thing I expected to see was a heart-stoppingly gorgeous woman on Valentine’s Day tearing apart the candy aisle like a feral raccoon digging through trash.

She moaned and moved higher, climbing me like a fucking tree as my hands roamed over her ass.

Whip King had a pierced. Fucking. Cock.

I had disrespected her enough for the both of us. Many, many times as the clench of her inner walls milked my cock.

Take it. Choke on it.

“No. You just asked me to beg.”

“I like the way you whimper when I finally give you what you need.” His hand faintly flexed around my throat. “You don’t have to like me to let me praise how well you take my cock.”

I wondered if she felt the same shift I did—that somehow we’d gone from going at each other’s throats to going at each other’s clothing without missing a beat. I certainly wasn’t mad at

“I promise you, Prim. I’ve never done anything like this in my life.”

“I’m going to ruin you for all other women.” I slowly licked a prominent vein on the underside of his cock. With a deep groan, Whip’s head fell back. Then he glowered at me before his hand caressed my cheek. “You already have, Prim.”

With Whip I was wild, free. An idea bloomed in my mind, one that was filthier than I’d ever dared to imagine. I sat back, swirling my tongue across his head as I smiled up at him.

“That was . . .” He laughed. “Holy shit, Em. I’m dizzy.” “A-plus work? Five stars?” I teased with a soft, excited giggle.

In his embrace I realized that it was no longer two sort-of friends fucking and having a good time. It was two souls baring themselves to each other and finding that our broken parts somehow clicked together perfectly. His name was a whisper of my breath as he finally filled me completely.

Sparring with Emily was always a highlight.

“You’re my safe place, Prim.”

“You feel like home to me.”