“None taken, except I think the truth is scarier.” With every eye in the room trained on her, Pru allowed herself to voice her fear. “I believe there’s someone out there who hates all the Crowharts, and Rhiannon was just an easy target.”
She walked in the dark,the hallways on the second floor of Ceridwen’s house now familiar and comforting. As she took the final turn to the guest bedroom, she found the door ajar, the little pink lamp with a ballerina on its base glowing brightly, illuminating Rhiannon, who was sitting up in bed. In the soft light, she looked ethereal.
And then her face lifted, met Pru’s, and something shifted both in those forest depths and in Pru’s heart—something immense, like an avalanche—and Pru knew she would not be able to give it voice nor think about what she saw in Rhiannon’s gaze. Not now, and maybe not while Rhiannon was still on Dragons. It would be too painful, and it would make Pru wish for things, things she knew she shouldn’t wish for, since despite the feeling shimmering in those beloved eyes, Rhiannon would not stay.
So Pru smiled, flicked away a wayward tear, and undid her cardigan, the buttons falling open one by one before she shrugged the garment off. The shirt followed, and by the time she stepped out of her jeans, Rhiannon’s face was alight with something much easier for Pru to live with. Desire. And then confusion.
“Ah, Prudence… I want you to know that I want you beyond what is humanly possible, but… I’m still…” Rhiannon lifted her hands, palms up, and they trembled with weakness, though Pru thought she saw considerable improvement from this morning. Good. It meant Rhiannon would get better, would be back on her feet and… No, no, she wouldn’t allow her heart to ruin this moment. And she wouldn’t rehearse the pain she’d get to experience soon, anyway. She’d savor what she had, and grieve when she lost it.
“And that’s all you have to be, Rhiannon. Still. Let me do all the work. I hear sex has healing powers.”
Rhiannon licked her lips and rested back against the cushions.
“Where did you hear that, Prudence Ophelia?”
“I think it was your aunt.”
Rhiannon’s mouth dropped open, then she shook her head.
“Can we not bring up my aunt when you are standing naked in front of me?”
“Why? Do you think that will somehow make you enjoy the show less? I promise you, nothing will ruin this for you.” Pru allowed her hands to move down her body, fingers caressing and exciting, exciting even more because their every action was followed by raven’s green eyes, Rhiannon gasping when Pru tugged at the elastic of her simple cotton bikini panties.
“I’m sorry I don’t have anything more exciting?—”
Rhiannon shook her head, interrupting her train of thought.
“Cotton never looked hotter, Prudence.”
Pru tugged the underwear down an inch, exposing her hip bones. Then she let her fingers wander, her right hand diving lower to her lips, where she was already starting to get wet, getting only wetter under the ravenous looks thrown her way.
“Sometimes I catch you staring at me and I feel your eyes undressing me, Rhiannon. I find it incredibly sexy when you do that in public, do you know that?”
Rhiannon gulped visibly. Pru smirked. She liked this.
“Ah… No?”
Pru smirked wider.
“You should know that.” She allowed her other hand to pull the panties to the side and let Rhiannon see what she was doing. Rhiannon gulped again, watching Pru’s fingers play with her clit, not really stroking nor caressing, but flicking it playfully, barely touching it, teasing Rhiannon while teasing herself. When Rhiannon’s hands grabbed the sheet in a white-knuckled hold, Pru drew a tight little circle around the already hardening nub and moaned.
Rhiannon gasped, then threw her head back before quickly returning her gaze to Pru, visibly impatient and frustrated.
“Would you like to touch, Rhiannon? To see how wet for you I get just from your looking alone? Because I get so wet. The eye-fucking you give… Mmmm… Rhiannon…” She drew tighter circles, her fingers moving faster, unable to stop yet, hungry forpleasure, driven to lose herself in the way Rhiannon was looking at her, in this pleasure she was giving them both.
Pru had finally had enough of teasing and shimmied her hips, dropping the panties down, spreading her lips for Rhiannon’s better view, and stroking her clit in earnest before fingering her opening.
Oh yes…
She was drenched, and Rhiannon hadn’t even touched her. The things this woman did to her. The things she wanted to do to Rhiannon.
Pru took a few steps and set her knee on the bed right at Rhiannon’s shoulder, giving her an even better view as her own fingers got busy, thrusting deep before sliding up and circling her clit.
Rhiannon’s eyes were hooded, full of lust and something Pru did not quite recognize, something she had never seen there before, something that gave that green a tinge of silver, a shade that was both fascinating and dangerous.
Pru extended her hand, the one that had just been between her legs, and lifted Rhiannon’s chin, making her look her in the eyes, giving herself the pleasure of seeing that danger swirl and gleam in those beautiful depths. Then she made them go wide by dipping her fingers inside herself again and then dragging them across Rhiannon lower lip, painting it with her essence, making her open her mouth, making her take her in.
Rhiannon obliged without hesitation. In fact, the speed with which she drew Pru’s fingers into her mouth, the eagerness with which she licked and sucked them, the sounds she made… Pru couldn’t look away, couldn’t miss a second of this. She was powerless, on her back, unable to move, and yet she had the upper hand. Pru was almost feral for that mouth, for those lips. She reached back between her legs again, desperate for relief,Rhiannon’s stern voice stopping her movement, hell, stopping her breath.
