Yes, it’s very fucking weird. But everything around here is weird.
The lions are mainly heads that protrude down from the top of the throne. Mouths open in a roar, long fangs threatening to bite the head of whoever dares to sit on Vernon. But they each have half a body in profile that make the throne look a bit like a wingback chair.
The swans are the base of the throne, their long necks arching up and around to make the armrests. And like the lions, they are in profile. Their wings aren’t outspread, but tucked against their backs to form the sides of the chair.
I lead her over to it and then we climb seven stone steps and stand on the pedestal that supports the statue, looking up at Vernon.
“So this is the guy who started it all?”
“Yup,” I say. “That’s the asshole himself.” I sit down on the throne and pat my lap. “Come here, Cadee.”
She grins at me. Then climbs into my lap and straddles my thighs. “This feels a little sacrilegious.”
“Good. That’s what I was going for.” I gaze up into her eyes as my hand begins to find its way underneath her elaborate skirts.
“Cooper.”
“Shh. Don’t think about it. He’s long dead and this is our night.”
My fingers find the bare skin of her thighs and I kiss her at the same time. She kisses me back, slightly breathless, her mouth opening against mine, her tongue sweeping in to lick me.
I find her panties and pull them aside, my fingers gently probing the wetness between her legs. My other hand is already unbuckling my belt and then she’s shuffling her skirts aside to help me.
We’re still kissing when her cool palm finds my rapidly hardening cock and begins to pump me. I want her so bad in this moment. I do not care that we’re sitting on a stone throne out in the middle of a forest.
She is going to fuck me out here in the woods. Not for the first time, either. This has always been part of my fantasy of Cadee Hunter.
And without another word, she lifts her hips up and places my cock at her entrance as I hold her panties aside to make room.
Then she is sinking down on me and we both moan as I fill her up and she squeezes me tight.
From there, it’s just a bit of rocking, a whole lot of kissing, and the full moon shining down on this one small opening in the darkness.
She fucks me slow. Her hands on my face. Right alongside my cheeks as she moves her hips back and forth across my thighs.
I don’t know what will happen later tonight at the tomb. But I do know this—it won’t matter. Because forever more, when I think about this night, I will picture my queen in my lap as we fuck on the Valcourt throne.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - CADEE
He feels so good inside me. His cock is so hard and thick, just thinking about it makes me wet. We are slow, and quiet, and I feel like we’re part of these woods. Like out here in the trees is where we’re at home.
And it is.
The woods are what brought us together when we were younger.
Me hiding behind trees to peek at Cooper as he explored and played with his friends. I would peek at him and he would see me, but pretend he didn’t.
His breathing is heavy now. And each time I sink down into his lap, a quiet moan escapes his lips. My hands go around his neck and we bump foreheads. My hips begin to move a little more deliberately. Slow circles that make him close his eyes.
He grabs my hips and holds me tight, helping me move. Then his hands slip up to my cinched waist, encircling it with his thumb and forefingers.
When he opens his eyes, we are staring at each other. And then, like some silent signal between us, we both begin to move faster.
I lift up and then bounce down. His hands helping me. Making it rougher. Harder.
And I love that.
I like when he’s gentle, but I like him rough much more.
I take one of his hands and bring it up to my breast. He squeezes it. Hard. Then harder. Until I squeak out a little moan. Then his fingers slide up to my throat and press against the front of it.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. Because I like that.
He used to be rough with me when we first started messing around. A little bit out of control. A little bit wild and uncaring.
But he’s been careful with me this time around. His lovemaking is typically thoughtful and deliberate. He hasn’t lost control and sometimes… I wish he would.
So I like this throat move. “Tighter,” I whisper. “Grip it tighter.”
He hesitates. But I begin fucking him harder and then I feel his squeeze. His thumb tightening around the front of my neck.
I throw my head back and look up at the full moon and the darkness surrounding it. Then close my eyes as he reaches under my skirts with his other hand and grips my ass so tight, I know I will have a bruise tomorrow.
He’s urging me on now, his words—“Fuck me, Cadee. Fuck yeah. Fuck me, Cadee”—soft and low, but also deep and demanding.
And I love it.
I want to do everything with him in this moment. I want to get on my knees and suck his cock. I want him to shove it down my throat and hold it there as I struggle for breath.
I want the old him—the one who wasn’t careful. I want the bully king. I want him to take me. Ravish me until I’m breathless and spent.
And in that moment his hand slides down between my legs and he begins strumming my clit.
“Oh, fuck yes, Cooper. Yes. Yes.”
“Come for me, Cadee. Right now.” And when he says right now, he means it. Because his thumb once again tightens on my throat until I’m gasping for breath.
I come. And I come hard.
His fingers keep playing with my clit and I begin to shake and wiggle to make him stop. The sensations filling me up are too much.
Then he pushes me off his lap and, with one hand on my head, directs me to kneel at the foot of his throne.
My eyes are locked on the way his hand is pumping his cock and then he says, “Open your mouth.”
And the moment I do he shoves the head of his cock past my lips and spills his come down my throat. Groaning, and moaning, and grabbing my hair so tight, it stings my scalp.
I continue sucking him until he’s spent and slouches back in the stone chair. Then he pulls me back up to my feet and into his lap.
I lie against his chest just feeling his heart thump against my back until his ragged breathing evens out and finally slows.
“Excuse me.”
We both sit up in an instant, looking for the voice in the dark woods.
“Mr. Valcourt.”
“Uh… yeah?”
“It’s time now, sir.” One of Mona’s bodyguards—not Meat or Chatter, the two who guarded me last summer—appears from the thick trees.
“Jesus Christ,” Cooper says. “Were you watching us?”
“I’m sorry, sir, I was ordered to follow you tonight. It’s time to go. Please come with me. The tomb is ready.”
I get up off Cooper’s lap and he stands, then takes a moment to tuck his cock away and pull himself together.
My own come is running down my leg and my lips are sticky from his, but I ignore it. Can’t do anything about it here.
He takes my hand and says, “Are you ready?”
I nod. But it’s a compulsory nod. I have no idea if I’m ready for what comes next. But it’s time. And there’s nothing left to do but see it through.