"Thorne!" she hissed, scandalized, but then his mouth was on her, hot and relentless, and her cry turned into a choked moan.

He devoured her like a starving man, his tongue flicking and circling until her legs shook violently. "Thorne—oh, gods—"

Her fingers squeaked against the mirror as she tried to stay upright, hips jerking against his mouth despite herself. The sight of him between her legs nearly undid her.

"Stay still," Thorne growled, the vibration sending another jolt through her. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises, holding her exactly where he wanted her while he sucked her cunt.

"Thorne— I can't—" she whimpered, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes from how badly her body begged for release.

She hadn't even stopped trembling when he got to his feet, his eyes dark with hunger. He turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, dragging the dress higher until it bunched at her waist.

"Thorne—wait," she breathed, but he was already freeing himself, his thick length pressing against her hole.

His mouth crashed against hers in a hot, desperate kiss, swallowing her protest. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, and Adina broke the kiss on a gasp.

"Thorne!" she cried, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Look at us," he rasped, nipping her jaw and forcing her gaze back to the mirror. "See how perfect you look…." He thrust harder, and she moaned loudly.

He clasped his hand against her mouth. "Are you so desperate to have an audience, Adina?" His voice was hoarse and rough.

Adina shook her head, and he chuckled darkly. "I think you do. I think that's why you'll part your legs anywhere and present your cunt for me to fuck."

"N-no." She cried out, tears leaking from her eyes. His pace was relentless, hard, and so good.

"Don't lie." He grunted, "You enjoy this just as much as I do. You crave it. You want it…having your cunt stretched full with my cock, my cum dripping out of your hole."

Her tears slipped down her cheeks. "Thorne… please—"

"Please what?" he bit out, slamming into her. "Please stop? Or please don't?"

She couldn't answer. Her mouth hung open, every breath a sobbing moan against his palm. "Thorne— I— gods, I can't hold it—"

"Don't," he ordered, quickening his thrusts. "I want you to come. Right here. Where anyone could walk in and see you falling apart on my cock."

His filthy words tipped her over the edge. Adina's body locked up as her orgasm crashed through her, tearing a muffled scream from her throat. Thorne swallowed the sound with a bruising kiss, never slowing as her cunt clenched hard around him.

"That's it," he groaned against her mouth. "That's my good girl."

A few more thrusts, and his own control snapped. He groaned deeply, spilling into her as he held her pinned to the glass, hips jerking erratically.

For a long moment, the room was nothing but their ragged breathing.

Once Adina caught her breath, she slapped his chest hard. "What in the gods' name was that?" She ran her fingers through her hair. "We just defiled this woman's stall. Oh gods."

"Adina."

"How do I even step out of here now? They must all have heard…"

"Adina."

"The rumors…. She's supposed to sew my mating dress. How do I face her after this?"

"Adina!" Thorne held her shoulder, forcing her to stay still.

"It's just you and me here. No one's out there. I wasn't lying when I said I sent them all away. Including Sumita."

Adina stared at him blankly. "What? Including the owner of the stall? We just— she's going to lose coins over this. How can we just—"

"And I paid her for the whole day. Overcompensated her even.

Adina blinked, "You… rented out the entire shop? For this?"

"For you," Thorne corrected calmly, tucking himself back into his trousers like nothing had just happened, while she tried to tug her wrinkled dress into something resembling decency. "Do you think I'd let anyone see you like that? That's for me only."

Her cheeks burned hotter. "Thorne, you're impossible." She shook her head, a small smile on her face, she turned to the mirror again, trying to fix the zipper he'd completely ignored. "And this dress is ruined."

Thorne stepped up behind her again, his large hands brushing hers aside. "It's not ruined. I'll buy you ten more if it is."

"I- What? That's not the point!" she huffed, but her voice was still breathless. She looked at herself in the mirror again. "Gods, I look like I've been…"

"Worshipped?" he supplied smoothly, grinning. It was one of those rare, boyish grins that stripped him from being the ruthless Lycan king left him looking like trouble incarnate. Her own trouble.

"Stop smiling like that," she muttered, turning to face him, arms crossed over her chest. "Two months. That's how long until the ceremony. You can't just… ambush me in random places until then."

Thorne's brows raised slightly. "I'll do whatever I damn well please where you're concerned."

"Your majesty!" She balked.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. "But I'll try to pick less… public places."

"Try?"

He smirked, clearly he wasn't going to try. "No promises."

Before she could argue, "Your majesties? "It was Sumita's voice. "Are you finished with the last fitting?"

Majesties?

Adina froze. "Gods. She's here." She turned to Thorne in a panic. "What do I do?"

"Nothing," he said easily, already straightening his collar and smoothing his jacket like he didn't just have his tongue buried in her cunt. "You're glowing. She'll think it's just from the excitement of the ceremony."

"Glowing?" Adina hissed, mortified. "I'm anything but….."

The word died down her throat as Thorne opened the curtains, leading her out of the fitting room.

Sumita was out waiting for them, a knowing smile on her face even as she bowed. "Your majesties."

"We'll take the one she's wearing and the others I saw in there. Come to the palace if there's more to do."

Sumita's smile widened like she won the lottery. "Thank you, your majesty! Thank you!"

Thorne didn't reply as he led the two of them out of the stall. Once they were out, Adina faced him.

"The others you saw? There are thirty of them in there! I only need to pick one!" She explained, mortified.

Thorne shrugged. "And now you have thirty—" he paused, looking at the one she had on. "Thirty-one."