The Hunter's Surrender by Kaenar Langford Read Free Book Online Page B

at her entry as she realized what he was talking about.
    “Santara’s going to fuck you?” Her breath came tightly as if her lungs were having trouble filling with air.
    He leaned down and traced her lips with his forefinger. “While you watch.”
    A quick glance at Santara’s rod told her he was more than ready for his role.
    “If you’re a very good girl, we might even let you play, too. Right, Santara?” King Rochar said.
    “That would be perfect,” Santara said. Then he paused and frowned. “But what about the ritual?”
    “What ritual?” Maddie demanded to know as the king gave Santara a warning look.
    “Something I need to do tomorrow for the Council,” King Rochar explained.
    But Santara’s sigh and the expression on the king’s face told her there was something going on, some underlying current. And the king was obviously lying.
    “But, Rochar,” Santara pleaded.
    “No more, Santara. The discussion is closed.”
    “Didn’t sound like much of a discussion to me,” Maddie mumbled. “More like a royal edict if you ask me.”
    “It’s not important,” King Rochar said. “A minor matter of protocol that I need to deal with.”
    “It’s much more than a matter of protocol, and you know it.” Now Santara’s tone was deep and almost angry.
    “Santara!” the king warned.
    Maddie couldn’t figure out what was going on.
    “We will forget it and deal with it tomorrow.”
    Maddie could tell from the king’s voice that the matter was closed, but it was obvious that Santara was not pleased with what had happened.
    “I want to enjoy my time with you both,” the king said, crawling over Maddie so he could straddle Santara’s legs where he lay propped against the pillows.
    Maddie’s tummy fluttered as the king licked Santara’s belly. Before this adventure, she’d never thought about men making love, but now she couldn’t imagine being anywhere other than right here with these two. Whatever they had been discussing seemed put aside for now as the king laved a path up Santara’s chest to take his mouth in a gentle kiss.
    “I don’t want to argue,” he said quietly as he drew back to look in Santara’s eyes.
    “I don’t want to argue, either, but I think Maddie…”
    Maddie never had a chance to discover what Santara thought as the king put his hands on each side of Santara’s head, tilting it to give himself the perfect angle for a longer, tongue-dueling kiss.
    Maddie didn’t wait for permission or encouragement. As the king began his return journey down Santara’s breastbone, she put the flat of her hand to his belly, and as Rochar moved down, her hand moved up.
    Santara loved it. She could tell by the way he pushed up against them, trying to get closer to them both.
    When King Rochar took Santara’s erection in his mouth, she rubbed the pad of her finger over the tip of Santara’s taut nipple. Then she skimmed her hand across to the companion, giving it a tweak and a tiny pinch with her nails.
    He yelped. She smiled.
    She set her hand on his waist and ran circles around his stomach, running through his pubic hair and nudging the root of his dick with every revolution. She wondered how Santara could stand it because all the time she was teasing him with her touch, the king had his cock and balls at his mercy. He’d started with placid laps along the rigid stalk and around the crown, but the genteel strokes had quickly changed as he’d captured it against Santara’s body, exposing the sensitive orbs beneath. The king had sucked them into his mouth, one at a time then stuffed them both in. Santara had writhed on the bed, crying out in ecstasy as Rochar pulled them and tongued them.
    When King Rochar had let them pull from his mouth with a sharp pop, Maddie wondered what was next on his agenda. She watched in amazement as, without a sound or hint of discomfort, the king took the entire length of Santara’s massive hard-on to the back of his throat. Up and down his head bobbed,