“Wait, not here, he breathed, anyone could see us.”
Rivka simply nodded, unable to form thoughts, the needrushing through her. She wanted him, desperately. He grasped her hand, leading her down the hallway, to what she presumed was his private chambers. Tristan pushed the door open and spun around, pulling her into his arms yet again. Their lips collided, kissing each other like their very lives depended on it. He kicked the door closed, walking her backwards towards the bed. Neither cared that it didn’t latch all the way, too consumed in their wild desire for one another.
Tristan kissed down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, trailing down to the swell of her breasts, peeking out of her bodice. Rivka gasped, her head falling back, enticing him further.
He groaned, tugging at the corset top. “I need you. Gods, why are there so many layers to this dress!?”
Rivka leaned up against the bedpost at the foot of the bed, Tristan’s body bent over hers. She deftly turned her back and Tristan’s fingers worked the white ties of the corset. As the laced bodice relaxed, the straps atop her gown fell from her shoulders, exposing a landscape of skin flushed with desire. With a final pull, the gown let loose and fell in a puddle on the floor. Her breathing was erratic and the effort of it caused her breasts to rise and fall in earnest, nipples hardening in the air.
Tristan reached down and scooped her into his arms, lying her on the bed in front of him. Her scattered thoughts were beyond reason. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he peeled off each article of clothing, not wasting time with seduction. She could feel the wetness gathered between her legs dampening the thin fabric barricade.
“Take them off.” His voice was firm and full of need.
She obeyed, her eyes drifting to where his hard cock leaked from its tip. She was bared before him, all curves and lusciousness ready to be claimed. He climbed atop the bed and leaned down Rivka’s soft welcoming body, kissing her. He slid hisfingers down between her thighs, spreading her, coaxing her. Her moans urged him on as he dipped two fingers inside. She arched into him, the pressure exquisite but she needed more. The drive to have him was unrelenting and his teasing had her on edge. Impatient, she looped her legs around his waist, thrusting her hips up while twisting her body, shoving him backward on the silken sheets.
Rivka could feel her recklessness in every pore, in every muscle. The fierce pull of need throbbing in her clit, begging to be sated. She clenched her thighs on either side of Tristan’s hips, straddling him, locking her wetness against his hardness. She rubbed herself up and down his length, bringing shuddering gasps from him before she lifted up and notched the tip at her entrance.
Fire burned in Tristan’s eyes as she took him in. It was not slow or easy, or beautiful. It was a taking, a claiming, a force of nature taking control of them. The moment she took him fully, he began to move in earnest, thrusting up into her as she ground herself against him. Fingers bit into her hips. They did not care that the sounds of moaned pleasure echoed off the walls or that they were in someone else’s room, someone else’s bed. It was only this need, this moment, this inevitable connection.
Alex
Alex strode back into the ballroom, scanning, hoping to catch a glance of Rivka and Ellis. She wasn’t seeing them, so she skirted the dance floor, watching the women inbeautiful dresses twirl by. After making her way around the room and not seeing either of them, she was furious.
Where WERE they? I am going to kill him. I gave him one job, and like usual, he bumbled it. The man is infuriating sometimes. Between Ellis and Colin I thought they would be able to handle her. Looks like I'm the only one who can do that. Maybe Rivka decided to turn in for the night. It had been a long day of meetings, with the signing of the Peace Treaty. Rivka hated these events and often complained of them being tedious. I would bet she is probably curled up in bed, lost in one of the many books that she insisted on bringing.
Happiness spread through her at the thought of Rivka in bed. She remembered this morning, before they had to be the queen and her guard again, when Alex had come to Rivka’s room, under the guise of waking her and briefing her on her day ahead. She knew Ellis would be up and out of the room early, due to his insane obsession with running miles every morning, without fail.
She’d slipped inside to find Rivka sleeping, her hair spread out around her, her breaths steady and deep. She was grateful that her queen didn’t share Ellis’ ridiculous obsession. Sliding the door lock into place she moved to the bed, crawling to Rivka’s side, and sliding under the blankets with her. She groaned, knowing that Rivka was only wearing a thin nightdress that was basically see through. She ran her hand softly up Rivka’s hip and stomach, slowly tracing her finger around a nipple, before leaning down and doing the same with her tongue, her warm mouth closing over the sensitive bud. Rivka’s breathing changed right as her hand slid into Alex’s hair, arching her back slightly to demand more.
“Good morning, my love”, Rivka murmured.
Trailing kisses up her neck, Alex moved above Rivka, placing her knee between her legs with just the right amount ofpressure to bring a hum to Rivka’s lips. Slowly lowering herself, Alex captured her mouth with hers.
“Gods you are so beautiful”, Alex groaned.
Rivka let out a whimper, grinding herself against the leather of Alex’s pants.
“And you have far too many clothes on, my love.” Rivka whined, writhing against her.
“Do I now?” Alex purred, reaching her hand down cupping her sex, slowly rubbing Rivka’s clit through the fabric of her thin nightdress.
Rivka moaned, nodding her head as her hips moved against Alex’s hand, not so silently asking for more. Alex gently moved her panties aside, running her fingers through the arousal dampening them. Claiming Rivka’s mouth hungrily, she slid a finger inside, adoring Rivka’s sounds of pleasure as her inner walls tightened around it. She slowly pulled it back out before thrusting back in again, setting a slow rhythm, using her thumb to stimulate her sensitive bud. Adding a second finger, Rivka began urgently thrusting against Alex’s hand, begging her to go faster, her release building. Alex thrilled at how responsive Rivka was to her touch, how demanding she became the closer she got to the edge. Rivka clutched the nape of Alex’s neck. This was always the part where they had to remember to be careful. Rivka’s head tilted back revealing the expanse of her beautiful neckline.
Alex drank in the sight, and fought the familiar urge to suck and nip at the flesh before her. But that was not allowed, and her queen needed her release. Sensing this, Alex dropped down, pushing Rivka’s thighs wide, so that she was exposed for her, her warm breath whisper-light against Rivka’s center. Continuing to pump her fingers deep inside, Alex sucked her clit into her mouth. Rivka bowed in pleasure, moaning Alex’s name as she rubbed over Alex’s tongue. Rivka’s breathinghitched as she gasped with each swipe, each pull of her lips, the build continued, warmth spreading through her entire body. This was her favorite part…
Suddenly, Alex started, blinking her eyes rapidly as the corridor came back into focus.Had she seriously been daydreaming about railing her queen? What this woman did to me! I can almost hear her moans again.
Shaking her head, she quickened her pace. She had to hurry and find Rivka, so they could reenact this morning. Realizing that she was still hearing moans, she stopped.
Wait, those are REAL?!She tilted her head to listen.
Those were definitely sex noises coming down the corridor. She grinned, at least someone was having a good time at this damn ball. As she got closer to the room in question, she quieted her steps, not wanting to intrude. A loud moan broke from the room, stopping her in her tracks. There was no way that was who she thought it was, she would know those sounds anywhere. They had been filling her mind just moments before.
She stepped closer, peeking through the crack in the door. Her blood turned to ice. She stared in horror as she watched Rivka throw her head back in ecstasy, her loose hair cascading down her back, her legs astride Prince Tristan, as she rode him with abandon. Rivka’s hips ground harder, Alex unmoving in utter shock, as Tristan lifted his head and closed his lips around her queen's nipple. His eyes were shut as he gently sucked, eliciting another throaty moan from Rivka.
Alex’s mind raced as she looked on, anger rising. Spinning, she sprinted down the hallway, slamming into her room. Betrayal like ash in her mouth.
How? How could she? How could she betray me like this? How long have they been fucking behind my back? Behind Ellis’s back? Oh Gods, Ellis! Does he know? Do I tell him?Tristan must have forced her. There is no way she would do this willingly!She paced, stalking around her room.But I saw it with my own eyes. She wasn’t exactly trying to fight him off.
