I know I don’t know how to do any of the beautiful looking swirling dances, but whose fault is that? He could have had someone teach me. But no, he had his brother teach me how to curtsy and how to give blow jobs, and then only started using the second of my newfound skills very recently.
And now he is stomping along the hallways back to our rooms as if he is the one in a bad mood. What the hell is he grumpy for?
I glare at his back as I keep the proper three paces behind him. There is no one to see, so I don’t know why I am even bothering trying to behave like the perfect pet.
Finally, we reach our rooms. The door slams shut behind me. I jump and yelp. What a bastard! Using magic to slam doors is extremely childish! How dare he!
He whirls to face me. His amber eyes are blazing. Oh. He is not merely grumpy, he is really pissed off. My body scrambles backwards until my back hits the closed door.
“I didn’t do anything!” I babble frantically.
His eyes narrow. “You are trying to kill Iestyn.”
I shiver as my blood turns to ice. A thousand whirling thoughts dance through my head. Denials. Disbelief. Doubts. But his words can only mean one thing. Dyfri would not say a thing, I know he wouldn’t. So leaves only one thing. Rhydian saw me give the tylwyth a knife.
“You…you saw that?” I stutter.
“You think I could take my eyes off of you?” he spits.
My body burns too hot and then too cold. Rhydian could mean that he doesn’t trust me or that he considers me a liability, but the look in his eyes as his gaze runs over me clearly means something else.
“I…I…I” I flounder helplessly.
He is accusing me of plotting to murder a member of his court. He is angry. I’m in very real danger, but my body is latching on to the fact that he likes the way I look. My cock is getting hard, even though I’m scared. These conflicting feelings are making my head spin.
“He deserves it!” I blurt.
Rhydian steps closer and I try to melt into the door behind me.
“You are no match for him. You will only succeed in getting yourself killed.”
I stare up at him helplessly. What do I say? It was an impulsive idea. I didn’t think it through. I wasn’t thinking the tylwyth would murder Iestyn for me, I merely thought he’d stab and run. I simply wanted to help the tylwyth, and I wanted to practise plotting and planning. And now it is clear I’m terrible at it. I never should have tried anything at all.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
His expression softens. His gaze drops to my lips. His eyes darken. He is very close now. So close I can smell him. That delicious scent that is all him, but at this moment, I cannot define at all.
“What are you going to do?” My voice is so quiet I can barely hear myself.
Which is fine. I’m not sure I want to know. I’m not brave enough to face whatever punishment is going to be meted out.
“Right now, I’m going to kiss you.”
I blink up at him. Uncomprehending. Suddenly he pounces. His arms are braced against the door. Bracketing me in. His head lowers and his lips claim mine. The kiss is fire and heat. It burns through me.
He growls and moves his hands to my hips. He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist as if we’ve done this a thousand times before.
Now I’m level with him and the angle is so much better. He kisses me harder, deeper. He is devouring me and I love it.
My arms have wrapped around his neck. I’m whimpering and moaning and letting him plunder my mouth. Being in his arms is divine. Being ravished by a kiss is incredible. Pleasure and euphoria is flooding and swelling through me and within me. I never knew kissing could feel so good.
His hands move to hold my ass cheeks, and a terrible noise escapes me. I should be embarrassed by it. Humiliated even. But I’m too on fire to think straight. The only thought I’m capable of, is my burning desire to press myself even closer to his well-honed chest, andwishing that there were not all these layers of silk and leather between us.
Now his hands are moving, bunching up my robes, pulling them up my body. The moment his hands touch the bare flesh of my ass, I gasp. My body pushes against him, as if trying to brand myself against his skin.
My tongue slides into his mouth and I moan hungrily. He presses me against the door. One of his hands moves, fingers trace down my crack. Oil slicked fingers. Oh, gods yes! I whimper and buck against him. I have no idea where the oil has come from and I don’t care.
Sensation explodes through me, whiting out every conscious thought. He has slid one finger into me. I was expecting him to taunt and tease first, but this is so much better. My legs tighten around his waist. My hips bounce up and down, trying to fuck myself on his finger.
