A squeak escaped her when he yanked her down with so much force her tits bounced. The scritch of his chin against her entrance and bum sent shock after hedonistic shock through George while his tongue treated her to swirls and whorls, expertly placed to drive her wild with desire.
He sucked on her clit, pulling her between his teeth. “Fuck, Isahn,” she hissed, her hips rocking as she took advantage of his position and his willingness to please.
“Ride me,” he panted against her, hands leaving her legs. His fingertips danced up her spine, and his free hand plunged between her cheeks, teasing her there. “Kill mewith your cunt, Georgie.”
Shehatedthat word, but he’d asked so nicely. So, George stopped trying to prop herself up, dropping down onto his face and giving in to temptation as she rode him as he’d requested. She came hard and fast, spasms jerking her body while she drifted down after claiming her release.
Rising onto her knees, she gazed at him. When he was done eyeing her center, those glazed bright blue eyes stared up at her. His lips were swollen. Her desire coated his nose, mouth, and chin, giving him a glossy sheen.
George rolled to the side, sitting beside Isahn as she caught her breath. He was there in an instant, propped up on an elbow, pulling her in for a kiss.
Soft, languid, sated, and sticky, their lips lingered for a moment before George said, “I think we may need another bath.”
sixteen
Isahn sees the truth.
Twodayslater,Georgeand Isahn lounged on poufs in her sitting room. He leaned back, legs outstretched beneath the low table, arms splayed wide behind him with George tucked into his armpit.
She nibbled on a piece of cheese before deciding she wasn’t interested and offering it to him. Letting his tongue linger, he took the bite from her fingers.
“Gross,” Hildy faux-gagged from the sofa. Wynnie curled up at her side, head on Hildy’s lap and Hil’s fingers running through her hair.
Curious.
What started as an opportunity for Wynnie to update George and Hildy on the movements of viceroys over the past weeks shifted into a forward-planning discussion. Isahn found himself overwhelmed by the lists of noblemen George ran through, the tiny details, and a brief aside about berries and herbs andflowers that confused him until he realized they were discussing poison.
“Is that how you’re planning to... do the thing?” he asked during a lull in conversation.
George nodded, her curls brushing his shirt. “Adda’s finalizing the recipe. It needs to be something I can transport and administer—and it needs to work. Perfecting it is difficult because of... what it does.”
“Understood. Why poison over a magical attack?”
“Because none of us are strong enough,” Hildy replied.
“Not even all together?”
“Maybe, but a group would be obvious, and he’d call in his guards.”
“And they’d act? They can’t all be on his side.”
George sighed, leaning forward to cut a cream-filled pastry in half. “They may not be, but fear is a potent motivator. If we weren’t already the sure victors, I don’t have confidence they’d come to our aid.”
He nodded as she leaned back and ran her tongue through the filling while he watched over her shoulder, eyes going wide. Extra cream squeezed out the opposite end, and George lifted her coated finger to pop it in Isahn’s mouth.
“Ew,” Hildy grumbled. “You two are repulsive.”
“I think it’s sweet,” Wynnie offered, twisting her head to look up at Hildy. “Feed me, Hil.”
Stiffening, Hildy shoved Wynnie away before they both burst into laughter.
“This is delicious, what is it?” Isahn asked, reaching around George to snag his own pastry and catching her eye.
“Maritozzi, sweet buns. Compliments of Adda,” she explained.
“If he makes the pill taste likethis—”
George chuckled. “He would, he might. Adda can make food taste like happiness if he wants to, and I mean that literally. Hismagic is something else. But the poison, at least as far as we can tell, needs to be dissolved in a liquid and taken before food. Otherwise, we fear it won’t be strong enough.”
