I can’t answer, I can only whimper. I am acutely aware of the tension coiled tightly within him. Imminently about to be unleashed. I am about to be fucked senseless.
His hips move. His cock drags through my core, nearly all the way out. His hips dance again, slamming into me hard enough to make the mattress bounce.
A strange noise is coming out of me. Primal. Feral. Carnal.
Tristan moves again. And again. He finds a rhythm, a beat. A pulse. He shoves deep into me. He drags out. He repeats. And repeats. Every movement is bliss. A torrent of ecstasy that builds on the last. Building. Swelling. Growing.
Along with my pleasure, my magic is swirling. Like a wild beast trapped behind bars. Pacing and pacing. Waiting, waiting, waiting to be free.
Tristan shifts his angle slightly, and it is all I need to tip me over the edge. I’m screaming. All my euphoria, and all my magic, has been unleashed. Both are burning through me. I am cumming so hard I might burst into flames and be reborn.
Holy fuck. My screams turn into gasping breaths. Tristan collapses beside me. I can feel the heat radiatingfrom him. He is on his back, arm under his head. A very pleased, sated, and tired expression on his face.
He looks at me and our gazes lock. His eyes are full of warmth, fondness, and affection. But more than that, he sees me. Truly sees me. All of me. Past all my anger and spite and all the way down to the very last molecule of my soul.
I roll onto my side and snuggle up to him. His pec makes a glorious pillow. His hand starts brushing through my hair. If I could purr, I would.
Shit. What am I doing? Why am I being all snuggly? This isn’t like me at all.
But do you know what? This isn’t so bad. I think I could get used to it. I think I might want to.
Chapter twenty-seven
The porridge is especially delicious today. I am really looking forward to the full menu being back on. It feels like it was aeons ago Dyfri poisoned me, and I feel perfectly fine. So hopefully, Tristan will relent soon. In the meantime, the food he is allowing me is absolutely yummy.
Tristan puts down his papers and looks up at me. His attention makes me want to squirm. I can’t tell what he is thinking. Is he remembering what it was like to rail me last night? Is he thinking about the way I behaved? How I writhed and cried out for him?
“Shall I see if Jamie can keep you company today?” he asks.
I blink. Then I scowl. Clearly, he wasn’t thinking any dirty thoughts at all. Has he forgotten all about last night already? Was it not special for him? Am I terrible in bed?
Wait a minute. What did he actually say? Oh crap. He is going out. My spoon clangs in my bowl as I drop it.
“You are leaving meagain?”
Tristan smirks at me. He looks ridiculously pleased at my question. He is pretty much flicking his hair back and preening. Such a bastard.
“I suppose you could come with me,” he says, with the worst attempt at an innocent expression that I have ever seen.
My heart flutters. He wants me to come with him? So much so that he is attempting to trick me into it? It is so very sweet.
I don’t understand why he thinks he needs to fool me. Okay, to be fair, when I first got here I did put up a bit of a fuss about going anywhere. But that aside, he has to know that staying in his rooms is boring. He has had all the clues. I was a really whiny bitch yesterday about him leaving. Does he really not know how very clingy I’ve become?
“Fine,” I mutter, as if the thought of spending the day with him is not making me giddy with excitement.
Part of me is delighted that he is oblivious to how attached to him I am. Another part of me is devastated. I want him to know. I want him to feel the same.
Oh stars, this is terrible. Why am I such a mess?
“Excellent,” he grins. “The carriage will be ready soon.”
Oh. We are goingout, out. Not just around the palace. And not through a blasted portal. I’m curious about where we are going, but I’m not going to ask. I have some remnants of my reputation left, and I’d like to keep them. I don’t care about shit. I definitely don’t get excited about day trips. I’m far too belligerent for that.
Tristan smirks right in my face. As if he can see right through me. I scowl back at him and pick up my spoon. I’m going to finish my breakfast before we leave. Tristan has never let me go hungry so far, but if we are busy, there might not be time for lunch. And one thing is for sure. I never, ever want to go hungry ever again.
Tristan is opening a school? I don’t know why this is surprising. We met when he was opening a hospital. But thinking about it, it really doesn’t fit in with the whole evil invading overlord thing. Do baddies build hospitals and schools? I’m not sure if they do. Maybe there’s some twisted logic to it, like ensuring a healthy and educated workforce for the fey’s dominion. Or maybe… the fey are not as evil as I thought. That’s a dangerous road for my brain to wander down, so I pull it back. Still, it’s food for thought.
Not that I have time to ponder it right now. The school’s grand opening has drawn hundreds of people, including an obnoxious number of paparazzi. It’s a little overwhelming. The cameras click and flash incessantly, capturing Tristan’s every movement. I stick close to his back as we are hurried inside the gleaming new building. It’s quieter in here, thankfully, with no press allowed past the doors. Still, the atmosphere isn’t exactly relaxing. There’s a buzz of excitement in the air, as if everyone’s vying for Tristan’s attention.
