The shyness she’d felt upon first seeing him had long faded with the swim of the herb and wine pulsing through her body, and she felt back to her regular self at his banter.
“Do tell, Hunter,” she said wickedly.
His gaze deliberately danced over her as she exhaled the smoke from her lips. “Your Second will have to carry you to breakfast once I’m done.”
“I’d rather have breakfast in bed.”
Draven’s brows raised, and he allowed a smirk to rise on his lips. “Have you ever begged, my Queen?”
“Never.”
The corner of his lips rose higher. “Not even for your end?”
“The last time I needed such words, I threatened to hang the woman from her thumbs in the tower, and then I finished myself.”
“You’ll be too tied up to finish yourself tonight.”
She raised a brow. “Tied up?” She huffed amusedly under her breath and nodded towards the buffet table. “I suggest you gain your strength, Hunter. You’ll need to eat before such a night.”
“No need. I’ve my feast right here in front of me,” he purred as he leaned down to her ear. “I can smell your wetness, my Queen,” he whispered. “You’re lucky there are other people in this room.”
Her thighs squeezed together as her fingers gripped the stone, eyes fluttering involuntarily at the vibration of his voice. Her hair raised on her arms and on the back of her neck, and she looked up at him through her curls. The servant’s door in the shadows caught her eye.
“What people?” she uttered.
On her heel, she turned, leaving him standing there to stare after her as she disappeared through the back doorway.
Her back planted against the stone wall, and she waited for him to join her, feeling her thighs already squeezing together as the fantasy of him ripping her to shreds in the servants hall flooded her mind.
So when the door opened and shut quietly ten minutes later, her breaths quickened, and he wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers. The desperation of his kiss poured into her core, and she couldn’t stop herself from devouring him as she’d fantasized about doing for weeks.
She could already feel him firm against her abdomen. His hand quickly moved the slit in her dress to the side. He pulled back just briefly, the darkened smirk on his features making her wetter than she already was.
“Dirty girl,” he uttered upon finding she’d worn no undergarments.
“Stop flirting and fuck me,” she growled.
A brow raised on his face, his lips smiled, and he tugged the roots of her hair, causing her chin to lift towards him. His finger slipped torturously inside her. She leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled back, keeping his face an inch away from hers as his thumb caressed her clit, two fingers plunging slowly in and out of her. She hardly realized her leg pulling up around his hip, granting him further access.
She tried concentrating on the moons light outside the window to keep herself from emitting the audible moans threatening her throat.
His hand moved from her hair and clapped over her her lips. “Quiet, my Queen,” he growled into her neck.
The warmth of his growl sent a shiver over her flesh. Her hands found their way to his neck, and he pressed himself flush against her, still torturing her with his hands. Her muscles tensed, and she gripped his hair in her fingers as she felt her undoing come so close to radiating through her core.
But then he stepped back and let her go, leaving her standing breathlessly against the wall, unfinished. She had to grip the stone with her fingers to keep from stumbling forward.
His brows heightened in a dominating manner as he stared at her from across the walkway.
She swallowed hard as she caught her breath. “If you think I’m going to beg…”
“I think that’s exactly what you’ll do.”
She gave him a full once over, and then brought her finger to her lips, sucking on her middle finger. “I told you, Venari—” she reached between her own legs and felt her hardened clit, continuing to stare at him as she threatened to finish herself. “—I am perfectly capable of finishing myself.”
His face faltered only noticeably to her as she was staring at him so intently. She allowed her finger to slowly rub herself side-to-side, watching as his mouth slacked, his eyes darken… Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she bucked her hips against her own fingers, and she reminded herself to keep quiet.
She could have ended herself so quickly, but she was enjoying watching him stare at her. And when she opened her eyes, she hated him all over again. He’d taken his length from his pants, and was stroking it in his hand as he watched her. Her chest heaved, feeling heat rise on her throat. She stroked herself harder, allowing her mouth to open slightly, a low moan emitting from her throat. And then, she willed herself to cross the space between them.
