Ellis blushed, and simply said, “touché, my Queen, touché.” Standing he scooped her arm into his and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s go get some refreshments.”
It didn’t go unnoticed to Rivka that the move brought themexceptionally closer to the Prince but she held her tongue. When they approached the table, Rivka saw her chance to escape and give the two of them a moment alone.
“Please excuse me, my dear, but I must use the washroom.”, she murmured to Ellis.
“I must go with you. Alex will have my head if I let you out of my sight for even one moment.”, he stated.
She laughed, “Let me handle Ria. I won’t be gone but a minute.”
Ellis
Ellis blew out a breath, watching her rush away. She was going to be the death of him one day. He looked up as he turned towards the table, directly into the soft green eyes of Prince Tristan, his stomach muscles tightening. Tristan’s tall, muscular frame was adorned in a suit of emerald green, his blonde hair falling around his ears in a golden halo.
Shit. Why is he so damn sexy? Rivka might have been right, I might be drooling.Ellis watched as Tristan scanned his body slowly, a glint in his eye.Why is he looking at me like that? Why can’t I ever tell what he’s thinking?
Tristan pushed off the wall, “I see your queen is still as barren as the last time I saw her. Are you sure you’re doing it right?”, he drawled, his full lips tipping up slightly in amusement.
“I’m quite sure you decided a long time ago that that’s none of your business.”, Ellis snapped. “I can see that you’re still without a bride. Were the reviews that bad? Maybe you’re theone who isn’t doing it right. I can give you a few tips if you’d like.”
Tristan bristled. “Thank you for the offer, but I don’t need any tips from you. I know how to handle myself just fine.”
Ellis laughed. “Knowing how to handle yourself and acting upon it are different things. You are your mother’s minion and a Rune Prince after all, always sure to do exactly what mommy tells you to.”
Tristan stilled, his spine stiffening, as he stared at Ellis. “You know…you’re not worth it.” He looked as if he might say something else but Luther, seemingly materialized out of nowhere, bumping into Tristan, splashing his drink on him.
“Dammit, Luther! Shouldn’t you be guarding my mother instead of indulging. You’ve probably ruined this jacket.”
“My dear boy, I am so incredibly sorry for this mishap.” Luther pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and began to dab at Tristan's jacket.
Tristan snatched the cloth from Luther, wiping down his hands and face, giving up when it did nothing to aid in ridding the stickiness off his skin. He sighed and only then looked up to see Ellis failing to hide his laughter; Luther somehow miraculously vanished.
Tristan stalked off, exiting through the door that Rivka had passed through earlier, leaving Ellis standing there smirking like an idiot.
Ok, so they both may be the death of me. Clearly some things will never change.Ellis thought, turning back to watch the dancers. He noticed McConnell coming towards him.Shit, Rivka ditched him too!?! She really does want me to die tonight!Letting out a huff of annoyance, he headed towards McConnell to hopefully assuage his obvious anxiety. He would hunt Rivka down himself and give her a piece of his mind. No way was she getting away with this one.
Chapter Eight
Disasterous Desires
Rivka
The hallway was quiet and shadowed, lit only by a few sconces. Rivka hurried to the washroom. She knew she was going to be in trouble ditching both Ellis and McConnell but she really just needed a moment to breathe. Watching the tension between Ellis and Prince Tristan was painful. It just rammed home what she had been feeling earlier, about how her and Alex could never openly love each other.
Finishing up splashing water on her face, she washed her hands before fluffing her hair and straightening her skirts. Time to head back to the party and face the consequences of sneaking off. Ellis would definitely be looking for her by now. Rivka exited the washroom quickly, and Tristan barreled right into her, head down muttering curses to himself. His hands grasped her waist to steady her, preventing her from crashing to the floor. She lifted her eyes to his, blustering with her skirts.Their eyes locked and time seemed to slow down. Rivka’s eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips.
“Oh, I am sorry, I….” his voice trailed off, as he stared at her.
She watched as his eyes flickered with heat, a demanding urge pushing her to fall into that desire. The connection grew as she felt the grip of his hands secure around her waist.
This is wrong. This is WRONG.She leaned into his touch, it felt so right at the same time. A blush stained her cheeks as heat streaked through her body. His hands sparking peaks of need every place he touched, his thumb brushing against her. Confusion clouded her mind.
What is wrong with me? He stared at her like she was the only woman he could ever want. His hands blazed a trail of fire up her sides as he cupped her face, leaning in slightly so that his lips were a breath away from hers.
Oh my Gods, he is going to kiss me! Why am I not stopping him? I don’t want this.Her mind screamed at her.Do I want this? I don’t understand. What is happening?
Deliberately, he lowered his lips to hers. Gently, barely a caress. A fire erupted inside of her. She was suddenly desperate, hungry for him. He deepened the kiss, tracing her lips with his tongue, begging to be let in.
Oh Gods yes!, her body responded, immediately granting his tongue full unfettered access. They melded together, desperate for each other. He pushed her up against the wall, his solid erection pressing into her. Arousal pooled between her legs. The questions in her mind from earlier, long forgotten.Of course I want this, I need him. I need…need more.….She slid her hands up his back, roughly pulling his shirt out of his pants so that she could feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. She let out a low moan.
