Page 55 of Ruling the Green

“I will ask. I want you to do this to everything in my wardrobe.”

Nira’s face split into the biggest smile I’d seen from her. And that was including the time she’d bested Vishen in a sword fight.

“Thank you so much for this,” I said, taking the gown and lovingly running my hand over her work. “I can’t wait to wear it.”

“Well, you don’t have to wait long. You should go and bathe. The bath is full.”

With that, I went into Jet’s quarters, nearly running right into a shirtless Jet.

It didn’t matter that I saw him just like that every morning and night. Each time, it still managed to make my mouth go dry.

“In a rush?” he asked, head cocking to the side.

“No. I mean, maybe. I mean…”

“What do you have there?”

“Nira embroidered a gown for me,” I told him, showing him the bodice.

“Nira did that? The same woman I’d heard claim corsets were torture devices meant to make it hard for women to run away because they can’t breathe in them?”

“Now having worn one, I agree with her. I was wondering if it would be okay to give her some coin to get more beads, so she can embroider the gowns from the seamstresses? I mean, they’re beautiful as they are. But she didn’t have enough time to really do finer details, and I just thought—”

“Serin,” he cut me off, giving me a smirk that made my belly wobble. “Of course you can. There should be some coin in my dresser. Take whatever you need for her. I will replenish it if you need more.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for anything. How are you feeling about tonight?”

“Excited about the food, if that counts.”

That got a laugh out of him, low and deep. The sound washed over me, making my insides go liquid.

“Oh, Lake Girl, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” I asked, barely recognizing the strange, airy sound of my own voice.

“Like you want me to do what I did to you a few days ago,” he said. “But this time with my tongue.”

“Your… tongue?”

“Mmhmm.”

He took a step closer, backing me up into the wall.

“How… how does that work?”

“I can show you. But you’re going to have to get yourself ready for the feast quickly afterward.”

My voice was barely more than a whisper. “Okay.”

He reached down, grabbing my backside and lifting me off the ground by it, forcing my legs around his waist. I dropped the dress in my arms and wrapped them around his neck instead as he turned and walked us back to the bed.

Jet lowered me down, then grabbed the waistband of my pants and tugged them down my legs until I was bare from the hips down.

He took a deep breath, watching me for a minute as he grabbed my knees, then spread them wide and pressed them to the bed.

I’d never been seen like this, never could have imagined someone would want to see. But when Jet looked at the center of me, his chest rose and fell like he was just barely keeping control over himself.