“Together,” I agreed.
20
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Wen
The banquet was, miraculously, going well. Almost suspiciously well. No power explosions from overwhelmed half witches. No assassination attempts by vengeful enemies. No political incidents involving drunk nobles insulting each other’s kingdoms. Just boring, pleasant conversation and surprisingly decent food.
Which was exactly why Mal and I were currently locked in a bathroom.
I gasped as he backed me against the door, his body pressing into mine, his hands already working at the fastenings of my dress. “This is a terrible idea,” I managed to say, even as my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
“You say that every time,” Mal shot back, his lips sucking hard on my neck, teeth scraping skin.
“And I’m right every time,” I panted, breath hitching as his tongue dragged lower.
“Yet you are here anyway,” he muttered, nipping that spot under my ear that made my legs shake. His hand slid down, cupping my ass through the fabric. “Wet and ready for me already. I can scent how much you want me, little mate.”
“Your reasoning sucks. I always want you,” I fired back, hauling his mouth to mine. Our tongues shoved together, tasting wine and salt.
We’d been dancing around each other all night. Subtle touches when we passed each other in the crowd. Heated looks across the great hall that made my skin flush. Increasingly inappropriate suggestions whispered about bending me over the table that left my pussy clenching under my skirts, promises of what would happen later that had left me squirming in my seat during the speeches.
Finally, I’d had enough of waiting.
When Mal had excused himself to “check the perimeter” with a smirk and a meaningful look in my direction, I’d followed exactly thirty seconds later, heart pounding. Long enough to be discreet. Short enough that he was still in the hallway when I caught up to him. He grabbed my wrist in the dim corridor, dragged me into the closest room, which turned out to be this bathroom, and locked the door behind us.
Now his palms roamed wild, hiking my dress up my thighs, bunching it at my hips. He hooked fingers in my panties, ripping them down my legs in one yank with the skill of someone who’d done this exact thing many, many times before. The fabriccaught on my boots; I kicked it free, exposing my soaked slit to the cool air.
“We should not be doing this,” Mal growled against my collarbone, but his hands didn’t stop, thumbs digging into my hips.
“Definitely not,” I agreed, popping buttons on his jacket. One flew off, clinking on the tiles. Oops. My fingers clawed at his shirt next, nails raking his chest hair.
“People will notice we are both gone,” he warned, breath scorching my skin as he palmed my tits, squeezing until I arched.
“Absolutely,” I said, not caring even a little bit. The button could stay lost forever for all I cared.
Someone knocked on the door, hard. Loud enough to make both of us freeze for half a second, pulse thundering.
A guard’s confused voice came through the wood. “Your Majesty? Are you alright in there?”
Mal didn’t miss a beat, thrusting his hips forward so his bulge ground against my mound. “Busy!” he yelled, voice steady as steel.
The footsteps retreated quickly. Very quickly. I could practically hear the guard reconsidering his entire career as he fled down the hallway. I clamped my lips to stifle a laugh - or a whimper - as Mal’s fingers dove between my legs, two thick ones plunging into my cunt without warning. I was drenched, juices coating his knuckles as he pumped them deep, twisting to hit that ridge inside.
“Subtle,” I managed to gasp out, biting his earlobe while my hand shoved into his pants, wrapping around his rock-hard cock. It throbbed in my fist, pre-cum slicking my palm as I stroked from base to tip, thumb smearing the bead over the slit.
“I am done being subtle,” Mal snarled, hoisting me up by the thighs. My ass hit the cold marble counter, shocking my skin for a split second before his heat swallowed it all. He kicked my legs apart, stepping in close, his free hand guiding his cock to my entrance. The head nudged my folds, sliding through the mess, then he rammed in - hard, balls-deep in one brutal shove.
I choked on a moan, walls stretching around his girth, that burn mixing with the ache I’d carried all night.
“God, your pussy’s choking me,” he grunted, pulling back slow, veins dragging my insides before slamming home again. The counter edge bit my ass, but I didn’t care.
This was fast, desperate. His hips snapping forward while I rocked to meet him. His cock rammed in and out, squelching with my wetness, balls slapping my ass. Sweat beaded on his forehead; I licked it off, tasting salt as my nails scored his shoulders through the shirt.
“Close,” I whispered, voice breaking, his thrusts echoing in my veins, my clench pulling at him.
The bond between us was wide open, emotions and sensations flowing both ways without filter or barrier. I could feel his pleasure building, same as mine, the sensations feeding into each other and amplifying until it was impossible to tell where I ended and he began. We were one person in that moment, connected in every possible way.
