Page 78 of Reign

Bash didn’t hesitate to gaze out the crack, his brow lifting at the sights on the other side.

My ears picked out the sound of clinking metal and shifting fabric, and I could only assume whatever had Bash completely spellbound was deeply provocative.

His eyes flitted to me—a cheeky glint in them.

“Unlike us, that man’s certainly getting his money’s worth,” he whispered, moving his head so I could take a turn snooping.

The knight’s armor was completely shed. He stood before a kneeling Jane—nude—with his cock at half-mast. Jane wore only her sheer stockings; her body looked softer than freshly baked bread, and I was sure she was just as warm. Tenderly, she took his manhood in her dainty hand, gently stroking his length as he peered down at her—thick brows slightly pinched, his fingers woven into her red hair. The glowing candlelight highlighted the defined muscles on his body, likely carved from a life spent in heavy armor.

Slowly, Jane edged her mouth closer till his tip met her rosy lips. As she let his full length slip along her tongue and down her throat, he groaned, and that aching noise made me tingle.

I looked to Bash—he was already watching me intently, a mischievous glint in his eyes. My stomach fluttered. I liked that look on him.

“What’s happening?” he asked beneath his breath.

I tilted my head back as far as I could, letting him take his turn to watch.

His gaze flickered back and forth, following the exchange unfolding in the chamber. It was hard to tell in the low light, but I was almost certain his cheeks were glowing faintly pink.

The bedstead creaked loudly—as if the lovers had moved from the floor to the discolored sheets—and I was tempted to take another peek.

I edged my eye toward the slit, Bash shifting to peer over my head so the two of us could watch together.

Jane was now on all fours, peeking over her shoulder with an alluring look on her pretty face. The knight traced his finger down the seductive groove running along the center of her arched back. Then his thick fingers clenched the meat on Jane’s womanly hips. With a firm grip, he pounded into her—hard and fast—her auburn hair bouncing as wildly as her breasts.

She moaned loudly—freely—though she knew of the audience secretly in attendance. Possibly, she was enjoying herself, or maybe she knew he would finish quicker if she feigned enthusiasm.

“Don’t stop,” she groaned. “Yes—hm—just like that.”

The muscles on his arms bulged as he tightened his grip, desperate to maintain a steady rhythm.

The scene stirred something primal within me—a longing to be in their place. My breath quickened, imagining Bash kneeling on that bedstead, with me bent over before him. Just the thought had me pulsing between my thighs.

“Uh—hm,” the knight moaned.

Jane sighed, glancing back and locking eyes with the dazed man.

“Does this please you?” she asked between ragged breaths—her hips rolling against his in a hypnotic rhythm.

The knight didn’t answer with words, just a feral grunt of approval.

I would’ve done anything—touching, kissing, stroking—to draw the same skin-tingling sound from Bash.

The idea of him moaning lit something within me. Consumed me until he was all I could think about.

So enthralled in my lustful fantasy, I didn’t notice my fingers had slipped from resting on Bash’s chest to gripping his tunic—tugging on the fabric. It wasn’t until his hands grazed my hips that I realized I was clutching the linen in mine.

I tore myself away from the crack, peering upward. I wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from me—how my body betrayed every simmering desire I tried to suppress.

“Sorry,” I murmured, letting go of him, flushed with embarrassment at my lack of self-control.

“Don’t be,” he breathed, with a look in his eye I’d never seen before—something so intense, yet utterly unreadable.

I might not have kissed many men, but as we waited in silence, communicating only through our eyes, I felt a similar tension brewing—filling the tight space we shared. Through his still-damp linen, his heart thudded almost as fast as mine. But I would never know if it was from Jane’s moans, the fear of getting caught, or being close to me.

“Uh—gods!” the knight called out, and the rattling bed ceased to creak.

The deed was done.