Her soft breasts bounced and swayed as she worked his cock in and out of her. He locked her like this, brazen and sexy as hell, into his memory. Her panties pushed to the side, her dress all the way around her waist because he knew he'd be visiting it again in the future.
He couldn't resist her luscious breasts anymore though, and licked her nipple before sucking her into his mouth. Harsh moans, sweet erotic cries left her throat as he worked her breast. She changed the rhythm, rocking against him fast and he groaned. Each thrust, each pass brought him immeasurably closer to finishing this whole thing.
He heard her breathing change. It became choppy and erratic, her hips losing their rhythm and he wanted to shout to the whole world that his woman was coming apart around him, because of him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her writhing waist, flicked her nipple relentlessly, and then she squeezed incredibly tight around him, her hips not even able to move anymore as her orgasm came.
Growling, Kearnyn took over, his hands grabbing her waist and rocking her against him. Her cries became even louder, her nails dug into his back, and her tight pussy clenched and massaged around him like a fist as she climaxed. The pleasure was too much for him, the sensations too erotic and incredible, and he let his release come.
It was harder, more intense than he'd ever felt in his life. The pleasure shot down his spine and to his cock, exploding his hot release from the tip of him, deep into her. He couldn't stop grinding her against him, prolonging both their climaxes.
They fell back against the seat trying to catch their breaths.
A slow chuckle left him and made sure to wipe the lazy smile off his face before she saw it. Amazing didn't cover it. Hot as fucking hell came only slightly close. Her soft laughter followed his.
A hard knock at the window had his head jerking to the side so hard his brain swished around. “Damn.”
Rosa looked and saw the cop outside, flashing a flashlight in on them and blushed darkly, then buried her face in his neck.
“Roll down the window, sir,” the cop said.
Kearnyn obliged. “Yeah?” Was that his lazy question? Damn right, he hadn't felt this relaxed in a long, long time.
“Sir, you know that prostitution is illegal.”
His good mood left him in an instant. His cold eyes leveled hard on the human cop. “She is not a prostitute. She is my woman.”
The cop narrowed his eyes back on them. “That's not what it looks like from here. Hey, you, let me see your face.”
Rosa shook her head against his neck. God damn, her muscles were so tense, the cop scared her. He had every intention of stepping out of the car and laying a good beating into him when Rosa drew in a deep breath and let the cop see her face.
“Show me your arms.”
Face pinching in confusion, she held out her arms. The cop studied her elbows and Kearnyn cursed. The damn cop was looking for signs of drug use.
“All right, I can't prove she's a prostitute, but I'm writing you a ticket for indecent exposure.”
“Whatever.” Kearnyn ground his jaw, the sweet ardor completely banished from his intrusion. Still, his semi-erection was inside her and each time she moved, he twitched as she stroked him.
Kearnyn took the ticket and waited until the cop left to help her into her dress.
“I'm sorry about that.”
She smiled at him and pulled her top up, then crawled off him and fixed her panties and dress. It was a damn nice sight to see.
“Not a problem. So why don't we go back to my place and do this again?”
His jaw fell and he clamped it shut. “Yes, ma'am,” he said like a smart man and drove away.
CHAPTER 29
Alrik entered the great hall but found it empty. Cursing, he made his way down the hallway towards the study. A servant started past him carrying a silver tray with new candles he'd be setting out.
Alrik stopped him. “Have you seen the Queen?”
Wide-eyed, the servant shook his head.
Alrik went through every place he could think of. The back gardens, the royal study, the royal dining room, even the kitchens though he doubted his mother had ever stepped foot in there before. Anger rising by the second he stormed up to her bedroom and flung opens the door. An empty dark room greeted him. He started to turn away but a soft sound caught him, like someone was having a whispered conversation.
Alrik lit a candelabrum at the door and entered his mother's room, trying to find the source of the voice or voices. He hadn't been in his mother's room since he was a small child. One night he'd had a particularly scary dream and had ran into her room for help. She'd scolded him and sent him back to his room without even walking him there. Even thinking about it now made him embarrassed more than mad. He should have gone to his nanny's room, not his mother's. She would have helped him.
A tall and impressive bookcase stood against the far wall. The bookcase caught his attention for a few reasons, one of which was that his mother hated to read. The voice, a single one he realized, got louder as he neared it. Some of the rooms for the king and queen have escape passages and such for emergencies, so Alrik started looking for a lever or something to pull because that soft voice came from behind the heavy shelf.
He didn’t find a switch so he examined the bookcase but realized if there was a room back there, there was no way his mother could move the book case back and forth each time she used it. There had to be a mechanism. He started reading the titles of the books when his eyes caught on one in particular. The Fall of the Rift. Written after the Great War by Yurina Chinal the historical book had been traded and sold in waves after its release, giving all the details on Telal's betrayal that led to the fall of his father.
Alrik pulled the book out and found a small black button made into the wood. He pressed it and the bookcase slid to the side of the wall to reveal a small passage and a room at the other end. Holding the candelabra high, Alrik made his way through the passages, the words becoming clearer.
He paused to listen then froze. He recognized the sound of his mother's voice, and he also recognized the chant of a black magic spell. When he heard his name used in the same sentence he ran inside.
He found his mother on her knees, rocking with her eyes closed, and gripping an idol. The idol looked like it was made out of a small stick with several items wrapped around it. His eyes narrowed on the reddish site of hair and realized...it was his old hair. There was black hair too and he barely refrained from touching his own because he already knew it was his.
“Mother.”
His voice cut through her spell like ice. Her eyes flung open in fear and she scuttled back away from him, clutching the idol to her chest.
“S-son, what are you doing here?”
“I believe I should be asking you that.” Sucking in a deep breath, he inhaled the essence of dark magic. By God, he didn't even need to breathe it in, he could feel it. The dark energy saturated the room like a heavy cloud of angst and fire.
“I was just casting a spell to ensure that Telal doesn't bother us again.” She gave him a wobbly smile and stood.
“That isn't his hair on that idol, mother. Tell me what you've done to me or I'll make you hurt until you do.”
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. “Now, son, you know I'd never do anything to you.”
“Do I?” he asked coldly.
She hesitated. “Of course. I'm your mother.”
“By name only and don't act as if you don't know it. Tell me what spell you were casting on me and maybe I'll be lenient.”
She looked as though she'd talk but then she straightened, holding her chin up high. “I did nothing wrong. I was casting a spell on Telal like I said.”