“I…” I didn’t know what to say. “Say no.”
He shook his head. “I said yes.”
“What? Why? Why would you say yes?” I asked.
He felt my jaw, evoking another passionate embrace of kissing. My hands slipped to his waist and I began to tug at his belt.
“Svana,” he muttered.
“I want you,” I said. “I want you. Only you. Right here. Right now. Forever. Let me show you. Please.”
Cyrus lifted me; my back met the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He forced his palm up my skirt to grope and caress my thigh with such vigor that it left me breathless. I gasped as he pressed himself hard into my shape and then I jumped, when a sudden, distressed voice split us apart. My feet hit the floor.
“Well, this is… I…. ” Sameer stood at the door. “This is something, isn’t it?” he asked.
Chapter 32
Cyrus hands fell to his pants to fasten them. “Sameer!” he called in a panic. “This is–!”
“Strange. Very strange,” the Prince said. He canted his neck and then righted it. “You’re?” Then he fled from the barn.
Evergreen followed him. “Sam! Wait!”
He was shaking his head. He said, “I must say, this certainly explains why you have been so distracted as of late. I thought you were concerned over your home. I never thought–”
I caught up to them just as the Prince whipped around to jeer a finger in my swordsman’s face.
“How long has this been going on?” he demanded. “How long have you been screwing my wife?”
“Stop it!” I cried. “Stop it! Do not take it out on Cyrus. He–”
Sameer looked at me. “He what?”
“He’s not…” I didn’t know. “Please. He’s only doing as I asked.”
“As you asked?” Sam flattened his expression. Then he looked between us, shocked. “Why would you ask him to–” He looked back at Mr. Evergreen. “She asked you to… to… fornicate with her? In the stables? My stables?”
Cyrus was panting. He swallowed. “Sam, I’m so sorry you found out like this.”
Sameer frowned before lunging forward, grappling, and tackling him to the ground. I shrieked; the two of them ignored my pleas to stop and fed into each other like provoked boys in the school yard.
“Stop it!” I yelled. “Stop it right now!”
They didn’t. Sameer threw a punch and struck Mr. Evergreen in the face. I gasped, forcing myself into their roe and ripping the Prince off of my Sword. I fell back dramatically and into mud. “Ugh!” I whined, shaking it from my hands and arms. “You have no right!” I scolded him. “You have no right to be angry with me! Or him! Or either of us! Or to ruin my dress!”
Sam stared at me, then after a second, drew his handkerchief and offered it.
“Apologize,” I said.
He nodded. “I’m sorry you had to see that, my love. It was very uncouth of me.”
“What?” I groaned. “Not tome, you imbecile!”I yelled. “To him!” I pointed to Mr. Evergreen.
“I will not,” Sam said, watching him. He glowered.
“Svana, it’s fine,” Cyrus said.
I shook my head. “It isn’t fine, it’s–”
