KING (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson Read Free Book Online

Olivia stood here now, my knees would give out. Spyder, with her curvy body, raven spirals flowing past her hips, ruby-kissed lips, and effervescent green eyes, is the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen. That is until my eyes dart to the right and take in her brother. Spyder and Dalton look more like twins, nearly identical, with the exception of feminine curves and an impressive display of virility.
    It’s only been a few hours, but it feels like days since I’ve seen Dalton. His effeminate physique and iron will make him irresistible. Pheromones are scentless, but my body ignites as soon as they hit my nostrils, a chemical reaction takes place in my brain that is undeniable attraction.
    The gobsmacked expression on his face makes me smile. Oh, he’s feeling it, too…
    “Hey,” I slur, my ton gue feels slightly too large inside my mouth. “Settling in okay?” I ask Spy.
    “Thank you so much, Whitt,” Spy speaks in an alluring French accent as she approaches me with her hands held out. I gladly take what is offered, and give her an affectionate hug. The girl has been clingy since the devastating evening that Olivia tore her family apart. Now my heart bleeds for another reason, they are all victims. I’m sure Olivia aches for these beautiful creatures as much as they ache over her betrayal.
    “ Anytime, sweetheart, my home is yours. Do you need anything?” I politely offer.
    “Regina’s running around making sure we’re all comfortable. She just knows what we need.” She shrugs and blushes. “You know what I mean?”
    “Yeah,” I chuckle. “I do. She’s a force of nature,” my voice is filled with pride.
    “Font, have you seen my tablet? I need to download that book Ava was telling me about.” Scatterbrained and bubbly, Spyder digs through her bags searching for her Ipad .
    “Petite soeur,” Dalton says in amusement, holding up a purple tablet decorated in rhinestones. “Looking for this?”
    “Merci, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” sadness bleeds into her voice as she hugs the device to her chest.
    “You’ll never have to find out,” Dalton assures her and adds a sweet kiss to her pouting lips. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
    Dalton sways as he walks towards me. His slight frame rolls in invitation as he stalks to me. My cock fills to bursting in a heartbeat. “Five minutes?” I scoff. “I need a hell of a lot more than that,” I complain as I walk towards my room, feeling his smoldering presence at my back.
    “Sorry, I can only give you a taste. Itsy Bitsy needs me more than you do.”
    “I wouldn’t bet on that if I were you,” I tease, yanking him into my rooms and pressing him against my locked door. My chuckle turns to a lust-filled moan as our bodies perfectly align. Dalton’s cock digs into my thigh. I swirl my hips, teasing my erection against his narrow waist. A hiss passes my clenched teeth at the exquisite torment of pleasure.
    “You have a hand,” Dalton breathlessly groans against my neck, nipping the skin with his blunt front teeth.
    “This hand?” I challenge, “Is going to be busy.” My palms grip his hips and lift until we’re lips-to-lips. “I have very talented hands,” I breathe against his lips, flexing my fingers on his boney hips. I descend on him in starvation. Dalton’s taste boils my blood, flooding me with rising lust. His pouty lips attack mine with equal fervor.
    “A taste, you say,” I teas e, drawing my mouth from his. Dalton tries to follow and continue the kiss. When I don’t allow it, he growls, thumping the back of his head against my door.
    “Daniel,” he purrs in heavily accented French. My ears quiver in delight, arousing from the sultry tone of his voice.
    “Dalton,” I purr back. “You’re the one who said a taste. Five minutes, you said.” I laugh as he writhes and groans in frustration. 
    My grip transfers from his hips to his throat. One hand gently encircles the slim column of his neck, holding him