EMBER’S POV
And goddess, it’s tempting. The herb is singing in my blood too, making everything hotter, needier. But I shake my head and press my mouth to the pulse hammering in his throat instead.
“Nice try,” I breathe against his skin. “But I’ve waited all day for this, and I am going to enjoy it. You’ll get your turn.” I pull back and smile down at him. “Eventually. When I decide you’ve earned it.”
“Ember—”
“Say please.”
He glares at me, chest heaving, pride warring with want. I wait, patient, savouring every second of watching the King lose.
“…Please,” he finally says, wrecked.
And I lean down to give him exactly what he asked for.
I slide down his body slowly, taking my time. When I reach his trousers, I unbutton them with deliberate fingers and free his c**k.
He’s so hard it
