He flops back to the bed with a sigh and then calls, “Enter!” as there is a knock at the door.
Delilah, one of his servants, comes into the bedroom with his breakfast tray. She places it on the nightstand with her eyes lowered, but he sees her flick her glance up quickly to take in his bare chest and the obvious erection he still has.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, all of his pent-up frustration of not being with Aefre bubbles up to the surface and he grabs Delilah’s wrist as she turns from him.
“Stay and service your King,” he says quietly to her.
She nods, keeping her eyes on the floor and he hates himself for abusing his power, but he can’t help it. He needs someone to take care of his needs and in the absence of his wife and his sire, she will have to do. Aefre need never know about this indiscretion. He will do this once and only once.
He watches her as she just stands there and he says gruffly, “Remove your gown.”
Delilah quickly removes her simple gown and lets it drop to the floor. Sebastian takes in her body and while he finds it pleasing, it is very different to how he likes it. His gaze rakes over her large tits and her curvy hips to the little thatch between her legs. He holds his hand out and she takes it but doesn’t make a move on him.
He is growing tired of this. He doesn’t want to have to instruct her on what to do. He tugs on her hand and she raises her eyes to his in question.
“See to me,” he demands, and she looks startled.
“I apologize, Your Highness,” she stammers. “Your brother liked me to await his instruction.”
Sebastian closes his eyes in disgust at both himself and Thrace. Of course, he used her in the way in which Sebastian is now going to. It is almost enough for him to dismiss her, but his cock twitches as she touches him, and it is too late. She takes him in her mouth, and he stifles his groan of contentment. She expertly flicks her tongue over his tip and takes him deep into her mouth over and over again until he can feel himself about to burst.
He pushes on her forehead as he doesn’t want to come in her mouth. He watches as her cherry-red lips pop off his cock and she licks them. She crawls up him and takes him in her hand and places him gently inside her. She is hot and wet, and it is exactly what he needs. He lies back and lets her do all of the work. He enjoys watching her work him over. Her tits are bouncing with her effort, her big, pink nipples puckered and asking to be bitten.
He growls as his hunger flares up. He hasn’t fed on a Faerie since he got here, knowing exactly how intoxicating they are, but now it is all he can think about. He can hear her blood pumping through her veins, and he reaches for her wrist and drops his fangs.
She gasps as she sees what he is about to do, but she doesn’t refuse him. She can’t. He is her King.
Delilah hisses as he sinks his fangs into the soft skin of her wrist and then she moans as he starts to suckle. He feels her drench him as her arousal spikes and it makes him suck harder. She tastes delicious and he can feel it going straight to his head–and his cock. He pulls back before he loses control and he is ready to let go, but she isn’t. She is still bouncing up and down on him, but she isn’t getting anything out of it. He has never been a selfish lover, he prides himself on his ability to please a woman (or a man, for that matter) and he isn’t about to let himself down now. He reaches out and places his thumb on her clit. She stills for a moment as if she didn’t expect to be touched. But then she starts to move again as he circles her gently. She throws her head back as he increases the pressure and speeds up. He wants her to come now. He needs to feel her thumping around him before he gives in. It doesn’t take much more effort on his behalf as she suddenly tenses and then clenches around him in an impressive orgasm that releases his own.
He fires into her with a loud, “Oh, fuck.”
He slows his heavy breathing and pushes her off him. Now that the act is complete, he doesn’t want her touching him anymore.
“Get dressed,” he says quietly, and she rushes to do as he says.
He turns onto his side, turning his back to her, and he feigns sleep as she leaves the room. Sebastian doesn’t have many regrets, but he feels that this might just be one of them the next time he sees Aefre.
He sighs as there is another knock at the door, but this time it opens without him bidding anyone entry. He glares at the person responsible. “Mother,” he says. “Where are your manners?”
“Don’t give me that,” she snaps at him. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Trying to sleep,” he says, but he knows he is so busted.
Pyleah lets out a loud huff. “I saw Delilah leaving here all flushed and satisfied,” she says. “You are better than that.”
“Better than what?” he asks, getting angry. “My wife is not here.”
“Then go to her, Kalen,” she implores him. “Do not use that whore like your brother and father did.”
That catches his attention. His father also slept with her? Now he feels even more disgusted with himself. “I am not my father,” he says vehemently.
“Then do not act like him,” Pyleah says. “I couldn’t bear it if you became like him.”
Sebastian can see the tears in her eyes and his guilt overwhelms him.
“You need to focus your efforts on your wife,” Pyleah says, suddenly stern. “I have suffered enough because of this blessed baby and I need you to complete your duty.”
Sebastian nods, but resents that she is making this all about herself. He has suffered as well. More than anyone could know because he can’t ever admit his pain. He has to be strong for Aefre, and if he gives into the misery, he will be no good to her.