Too. Kind.
CHAPTER II
PREPARATIONS
“Pyre?”he whispers in disbelief, lips grazing against my neck.
“Pyre,”I confirm breathlessly.
“Some of the men don’t wear shirts there,” he nips just under my ear, “not in their cities, or their mountains, or their forests…”
I grin at the thought and welcome his thigh moving between my legs.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Alexis?” he chuckles.
“Maybe,” I reply with a smirk.
A small moan escapes my lips when his mouth skims down my neck to the swells of my breasts in answer. I arch my back against the wall and angle my chest for him, jutting my hips forward to catch the friction from his sturdy thigh. He chuckles again and lets go of the wrist he had pinned to my side, both hands now joining his lips on my breasts as he cups them over my shirt.
“Troy…” I moan, “more.”
He knows I want him to stop this slow torture. Knows I’ve been panting against this wall for too long as he asked me questions about my meeting with his father.
Troy laughs and pinches both of my nipples in response, his hands squeezing my breasts in full before he begins kissing back up my neck. I groan in frustration and close my eyes to the light blonde Discerni in front of me.
Troy Bardot, Leading Lord of Woodlands Court and second son of the King. He’s also Disce’s Emissary, a man who travels between the Four Kingdoms of the Old World as an envoy for his father.
Like all Discerni, Troy’s face is graced with the angular plains and high arched cheekbones that perfect a look of indifference. His skin is fairer than his father’s, as is the blonde hair that he has neatly trimmed along the sides of his head. His jaw is dotted with just a shadow of stubble, and his eyes, though the same color as his father’s, don’t have the same warmth as Zander’s.
Troy grabbed my hand the moment I stepped back into the fourth floor staircase after meeting with the King. He pinned me against the wall and took my lips in an instant, the action genuinely taking me by surprise as I had no idea he was even in Bardot.
“I wonder if your meeting has anything to do with Elena getting in a
few nights ago…”
His fingers tug on my nipples once again. I moan at the sharp sting and rock my hips against his thigh, my lust-filled brain clearing for a moment as I comprehend his words.
“Wait. You’ve been in Bardot for a while?”
I open my eyes and push a hand flat against chest, trying to hide my frown.
“Why?” he grins, “have you been missing me?”
I roll my eyes.
“Don’t be coy, Alexis,” he laughs, lips moving back down my neck, “you can admit it.”
He rubs his thigh against my center in delicious friction, hands pushing my breasts up so they can meet the slow descent of his mouth once again.
“Youknow,” I reply on a sharp inhale.
Troy nips down in affirmation.
He knows there isn’t a single shred of coyness in me at the moment, especially as I grind my hips over his thigh without abandon. Troy’s summoning allows him to read another person’s emotions, and right now, heknowsI’m feeling anything but coy.
I feel another smirk against my chest just before his lips fully cover my breast through the shirt. His tongue joins his mouth this time and sucks my nipple between his lips before he bites down. The fabric rubs against my skin in a coarse embrace, the feeling sending a spike of heat straight between my legs as I arch against the wall. I push my breasts into his face, urging for more again, and moan when he presses his cock perfectly between my thighs in answer.
“You want me to fuck you at the top of this staircase, Alexis?” his lips move to my other nipple before they bite down.
