All Chapters of BOYTOYED: 365 Nights With Him: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LYSANDER'S POV I didn't mind that someone could walk in on us and he didn't seem to either. I didn't just want him; I was starving for him, my blood humming with the spiked champagne and a week’s worth of repressed longing. I reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him down with a desperate force.Our lips crashed together, and it felt more like a collision of teeth and tongue, than a kiss. He tasted like mint.His tongue swept into my mouth, deep and demanding, and I let out a low moan into his throat. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me until my toes barely touched the floor, crushing my chest against his suit jacket. Every time our lips met, the heat of it made my knees weak and my head spin with a delicious, hazy fog.I pulled back just an inch, my breath hitching as I felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing into my stomach. I fumbled for my phone, my vision blurring slightly as I pulled up Callie’s text. What did she want now?"Callie's... apartment,

VALERICAFrom the height of the marble balcony, the world looked like a sprawling tapestry of my own design. I adjusted the heavy silk of my sleeves, the deep emerald fabric catching the afternoon sun, and watched the carriage pull into the courtyard. It bore the crest of the Vances—a family whose name currently carried the scent of desperation."So, that is the little diamond the King has plucked from the coal mines of the North," I murmured, my voice a low, melodic chime.Beside me, my head lady-in-waiting gave a stiff nod. "Elara Vance, Your Majesty. The Duke’s youngest. They say she has the pride of a lioness, even with her father in the dungeons."I felt a faint, cold smile tug at the corners of my mouth. I wasn't threatened by a mistress; I had outlasted three in the six years since I’d worn the crown. I was, however, deeply insulted by the King’s lack of nuance. Choosing a disgraced debutante was a messy move—a commoner’s way of seeking a thrill.I watched as the door opened an

VALERICA "The King gave me emeralds," she whispered, a final, weak attempt at defiance. I paused at the door, looking back over my shoulder. I nearly rolled my eyes at how stupidly naive she was. Pleasing the King to get in his good books? A very pathetic attempt to try and keep one's position but then again, what would this fawn possibly know? "The emeralds were a gift from a man who wants to show you off. Though, if you truly want to get in his bed tonight, I'd advice you listen to me.” “And why would you go out of your way to help me, Your Majesty?” She clenched her fist at her side. “Do you not intend on getting rid of me?” “If that's what I wanted, you'd have barely lasted a day with your weak constitution,” I smirked as I walked off. The feast was a loud, boisterous affair. The King sat at the head of the table, his face flushed with wine as he roared at a joke told by General Marcus. He hadn't spoken to Elara once, nor had he looked at me. He was in his element—surrounded

VALERICA The Festival of Midnight was in full swing, a riot of drunken laughter, clashing cymbals, and the suffocating scent of roasted meats and expensive wine. The King was at the center of it all, his face a deep, unsightly purple as he bellowed a ribald song, his arm draped over the shoulder of a general while a serving girl sat perched on his knee.I looked across the hall and saw Elara. She was standing alone by a pillar, her delicate features pale against the flickering torchlight. She looked terrible to say the least. When the King leaned over to whisper something in the serving girl’s ear, making the girl giggle and blush, I saw Elara’s jaw tighten.“Unfortunately, you'd have to get used to it,” I muttered to myself, swirling the wine in my glass. By the time I turned around again, she had vanished into the shadows of the corridor. A silly girl she was.I followed her. Not because I had to, but because the boredom of the feast had become excruciatingly daunting.I found her

VALERICA I lay on back beside her and completely stripped naked. I looked at her and then tapped my thighs.“Come here,” I instructed and she crawl over me, straddling my legs between hers.“Do you want me to suckle on your breast?” She asked, her cheeks red. It was clear she'd wanted to do it since.“Look at how hungry you look,” I teased her. “Go ahead.”She leaned forward, her hands groping my breasts and kneading them. She leaned further down and placed my nipple between her parted lips and began to suckle on them like a little child. It tickled but I couldn't tell her that, not with the effort she was making. After a while of suckling, I began to feel something, though not enough to make me want to cum.“Do you not like it?” She raised her head.“I did. It's just that I want to do something even more erotic with you,” I held her by the chin and kissed her. “Now turn around with your butt facing me.”She got on all fours over me and turned her butt to me, her drenched rose lookin