"Of course." I secured my arms around her waist and pulled her against the hard length of me, ensuring she could feel every inch of my arousal pressing insistently against her belly. The scent of her—salt and storm—filled my nostrils, intoxicating just as it always had been.
"Because I sampled her wet cunt long before you did, Vaelen." The words fell from her lips like drops of honey laced with hemlock, sweet and deadly in equal measure.
"Did you?" I asked, genuine surprise coloring my voice as a chuckle escaped me. "Sampled her with your fingers?"
"And my tongue," she responded in that coquettish voice that could and had driven countless men to madness, to war, to their very graves. Her eyes glittered with wicked delight as shewatched my reaction, which was, no doubt, playing across my face as I imagined her pleasuring Guinevere—two of the most beautiful women I had ever known caught in a moment of bliss.
"I can tell you with absolute certainty that I wish I had been able to see that."
She laughed as she looked up at me. "What is more, I would gamble that I made her orgasm much harder than you did or could."
The surprise and desire must have revealed themselves plainly across my features because her smile widened, showing the barest hint of teeth.
"My naughty little raven!" The endearment came out rougher than intended, thick with desire and something approaching awe at her audacity. "Would you like to show me just what you did to her? Though I'm afraid I'm fresh out of quims at the moment, would an engorged and rather titanesque cock suffice?"
She laughed. "Titanesque? Really?"
I shrugged. "Gigantic? That works too."
I didn't allow her to respond. Instead, I leaned down and captured her mouth with mine, claiming her lips in a kiss that was part worship, part punishment. I poured everything into that kiss—my hunger, my frustration, my grudging admiration for her cunning—letting her know in no uncertain terms just what her revelations did to me.
When I pulled away, we just looked at one another for the draw of a few seconds, all the memories of the past playing between us.
"What do you want, Vaelen?"
"I need your help." I ran my hands up her small waist, letting my fingers splay across her cleavage. Gods, her tits were nothing less than miraculous.
"You do realize Guinevere is so much more important than this little squabble you have with your king?"
I brought my hands fully to her breasts, fingers working at the intricate closures that kept them confined. The silver lacings resisted at first, as if the gown itself sought to protect what lay beneath.
"Are you going to answer my question?" Morgan asked, her voice steady despite my ministrations.
"I'm too busy trying to release your tits," I muttered, concentrating on the complex knots. "Whoever designed this infernal contraption clearly hated men."
She laughed, the sound low and rich. "Perhaps they loved women instead."
Finally, the last lacing gave way. The fabric parted, and her breasts spilled free from their confinement, pale and perfect in the witch-light. I cupped them reverently, thumbs brushing over nipples that hardened instantly at my touch.
"Gods, they're perfect," I breathed, my voice rough with want. "I've missed them." I looked up at her then. "Missed you. Us."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Vaelen."
"Who said I wanted to go anywhere?" I lowered my head, trailing kisses along the generous swell of her cleavage. "I'm content right here."
Her fingers tangled in my hair, neither pulling me closer nor pushing me away. "You need my help with Guinevere."
"Later," I murmured against her skin. "We'll discuss it later."
I pulled one nipple into my mouth, sucking until it formed a hard peak. Then I released it and looked at her as I cupped her other breast.
"Firstly, he is not my king. Secondly, the rebellion is hardly a squabble."
"Squabble, squabble—the point is still the same."
"All I know is that I want this fucking contraption gone." I began unlacing her bodice, but my large fingers fumbled with the silken ribbons, and I soon grew frustrated. "Bloody things are impossible to remove."
She looked up at me and cocked a single brow. "That is because you are an idiot."
