by T. S. Ryder
Benjamin groaned as she elbowed past him. "Has Natalie been harassing you?"
"None of your business. Good-day, your highness."
And just like that, she was gone. Benjamin leaned against the wall, huffing out an annoyed breath. He didn't get her. One moment she was soft and receptive in his arms, the next she was gone, leaving him with an aching desire and no way to relieve it. At least, no gentlemanly way.
Sighing, he left the closet and headed for the welcome room where he was due to meet the freshly-minted queen from Northfall, Caitlyn. A spoiled, arrogant woman, Benjamin could hardly stand her. When they were younger, she had told everybody that they slept together, even though he had no more than glanced in her direction. He hadn't allowed her to be in a room alone with him ever since. It had led to a media frenzy, not to mention Caitlyn's father coming down to the kingdom to challenge Benjamin to a duel.
Caitlyn had thought it was all dreadfully funny. She hadn't matured much since then.
He sighed as he walked into his study, where she was waiting for him. She wore a flirty dress with a deep V-neck that featured her round, plump breasts. Her ankles were crossed demurely, but there was nothing demure about her. The dress had cutouts in its abdomen, the skirt falling approximately mid-thigh: highly inappropriate for a meeting between states. He liked to see some skin on women, but not when they were meant to discuss trade relations.
Even worse, there was nobody else in the room. Her guard was nowhere to be seen and the servants he'd told to stay had vanished – no doubt bullied and mocked by Caitlyn until they left. Benjamin's nostrils flared as he stepped into the room, making sure to leave the door open behind himself.
"Benjamin," she greeted with a smile. "Close the door and come sit down."
"Where are your ministers? This meeting—"
Caitlyn waved her hand. "Oh, pish posh. No need to be so formal. Daddy's gone and retired, leaving me queen. He's way out in the Caribbean. He's got better things to do than police me at all times. There will be time for business later. You and I have things to discuss."
"What sort of things?"
"Well . . . the possibility of marriage, for one. We're in the same boat, you know. My ministers are pressuring me to marry, your ministers are pressuring you to marry."
Benjamin laughed.
"Well. I didn't think it was that funny." Caitlyn scowled at him. "You're not my first choice either, you know. Unlike you, however, I actually think of my kingdom. You know how the old folks are. What is a king without his queen? And what is a queen without her prince charming? It would be beneficial, making us politically stronger in the eyes of our rivals. Can you imagine our combined economies?"
Benjamin shook his head. She had a point, politically. If she wasn't such a horrible person, then yes, It would make sense for them to be together. She was beautiful and knew how to command a room. Strong-willed, smart, ambitious – all good qualities in a queen. The problem was that she was also petty, vindictive, and selfish.
"I'm only going to tell you this once," he said, keeping his voice even. "I will never marry you. Not if you were the last Dragoness in the world."
Caitlyn's nostrils flared. The faint scent of charcoal deepened, but to her credit, no smoke escaped. She folded her arms over her chest as though trying to hide her cleavage. "It's not like I'd stop you from sleeping with your human pets. As long as I'm the only woman to bear your children."
"Right." Benjamin rolled his eyes. "And you'd, of course, have your lovers as well."
"Of course. If you can sleep around, so can I. I don't understand why you won't just take me. We would make strong, attractive children."
"Maybe because I'm not a stud horse." Benjamin's fire flared and he took a deep breath to calm himself. "I am flattered by your proposal. It shows just how highly you think of this kingdom. But I will not be bound to someone that I can hardly stand, and you, Caitlyn . . . you are the worst person I have ever met."
Her eyes flashed.
"Now, unless you're actually going to discuss trade—"
"Trade?" Caitlyn leaped to her feet. Her teeth bared in a snarl as her hands clenched. "You think you can insult me like that and just start talking about a trade? No, Benjamin. You are a fool and a cad and if you don't start watching your tongue, do you know what is going to happen? Your kingdom is going to burn to the ground around you and it will be your fault."
Benjamin dropped his shoulders and widened his stance. He lowered his head slightly, his fire rising up to course through his arms and chest. "My kingdom is going to burn? Is that a threat?"
A snarl answered him. Caitlyn launched herself across space between them and slapped him hard. He saw it coming and didn't flinch as the stinging pain erupted over his cheek.
"Hey!" There was a streak of movement and suddenly Julia was beside him. She pushed Caitlyn back and planted herself between the two Dragons, as though she needed to – or could – protect him from the queen. "Leave him alone."
Benjamin wrapped his arms around her waist and moved her aside, out of the line of fire between him and Caitlyn. His fire flickered in his throat, threatening to burst out towards the other Dragon as she sneered at Julia.
"Let me go!"
"Julia—"
"Ah, you must be his latest toy. You'd better watch yourself."
His fire scorched his throat. "Threaten her again, Caitlyn. Just try. She is one of my citizens and I will not stand for your insinuations."
"There are no insinuations. You're sleeping with her. And you, girl, don't start thinking you're better than your class. You're only human. A housekeeper. Although I can see exactly why Benjamin is interested in the likes of you . . . " Her gaze trailed down Julia's body. "I can imagine that you're quite flexible. Tell me, has he convinced you to do anal yet? I can tell you from experience that he's not worth it."
Benjamin growled smoke curling from his mouth. "Get. Out."
Caitlyn glared at him for a moment longer before she flounced out. He slammed the door after her and collapsed into one of the chairs. His fires battled him, wanting to be released. Ugh. This could not be happening. He did not invite the queen from a nearby kingdom to the palace to discuss trade and then insult her and kick her out. His mother was going to kill him when she found out.
"Are you okay?" Julia peered at him. "I don't think it'll bruise."
"Dragons don't bruise," he grunted. "We heal too fast for bruises."
What was he going to do now? He was too angry with Caitlyn to think about apologizing to her, but if she really was going to cut trade . . . It would hurt her kingdom as much as it would hurt him, but who was to say that she would really care? This was a disaster.
He opened his eyes to find Julia staring at him. Her face was flushed, her lower lip pulled into her mouth. "So . . . Anal, huh?"
"No," Benjamin blurted out. "I've never slept with her. She's a . . . not a nice woman. This whole situation is . . . I have to get married. A Dragon king without a mate is nothing and so I have to freak get married. I never wanted to marry. I like my freedom. I like having pretty girls in my room. I don't do relationships. I don't do forever. You know that, right?"
She didn't respond.
"I'm always clear about that," he muttered. "I don't ever mean to hurt anybody."
"But you do," Julia blurted out. "You do hurt them."
Benjamin considered her for a moment. It was wrong, but at that moment, he wanted her more than anything else. He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Her eyes widened but she didn't pull away, didn't make any indication that she didn't want him. He brushed his mouth against hers.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered. "I will never hurt you."
Chapter Five – When Flames Rage
This wasn't the type of kisses they'd shared before. Even in the closets with his body against hers, fire stirring in her blood, there wasn't this type of need, the burning sensation on her lips. Her body ached for his and she rolled her hips slowly. Soft g
asps and moans escaped her as she clung to him, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head. He tasted so good but so desperate. Like if he didn't get this, he was going to shatter. She could feel him trembling in her arms and it terrified and excited her.
Should I actually do this?
It was why she was here. To reel him in and destroy his heart. Making out in a closet was one thing . . . This was entirely different. She knew if she didn't stop him now, she wasn't going to stop him at all. He would put her on the desk, his pants around his ankles, hers hanging off of one leg. The image drifted across her mind as he moved to her neck. Had the door been closed? Yeah, he had slammed it shut.
"I have condoms in my desk," he whispered into her skin.
Condoms. In his desk. Julia tensed briefly. How many other women had he brought here? Was this where Henry had been conceived? Her doubt intensified. Benjamin had slept with and discarded women before. She wasn't going to be any different.
His mouth moved to her neck and sparks flooded her blood. Her skin tightened her core twisting and swelling. One of his hands slipped between her legs, pressing against her through her clothing. So what if he was planning on sleeping with her and discarding her?
"I'm on birth control," Julia gasped. She'd been on it ever since she decided to come here. "But the condom's a good idea."
Benjamin stood, her legs still circling his hips, and carried her to the desk. There, he set her down and opened a drawer, pulling out a single package. As he set it aside, he looked up at her seriously.
"This doesn't mean anything," he told her. "I don't love you and I will never love you. I'm not that kind of man. It's just sex. No relationship. No emotion."
"Good," she blurted out. "Because I could never love someone like you, either."
There was a brief look that crossed his face and Julia didn't know if it was a disappointment, surprise, or something else. She didn't have long to dwell on it because his mouth came back to hers as he readjusted her on the desk.
"We'll have to be quick," he moaned, unsnapping his pants. "Got it?"
Julia nodded, her face flushed. Her hands flew down her shirt, unbuttoning the blouse. The Prince's big, strong hands wrapped around her breasts. He pushed her bra out of the way and dropped his head, sucking on one and then the other. Her core coiled tighter and she thrust her chest out, giving him better access. Benjamin had one arm around her while he worked at her pants with the other. He tugged them off her without even undoing them. As he continued to worship her breasts, a hand pushed between her thighs.
"Okay," he breathed, vibrations from his mouth tightening her skin. "It's okay if you don't want to do this . . . If you have any doubts . . . "
Her heart clenched as he looked up at her again. His stormy eyes were wide, as though it was him who was the one doubting himself. His fingers moved gently against her, causing shivers to roll up and down her spine. She cupped his face in her hands, panting. They'd agreed there was no emotion between them, but she could see it rolling off him in waves. A chill swept over her skin, making her shiver.
She pulled him close again, kissing him hard, not letting herself think of anything besides the moment – being there with Benjamin. The feeling that there was a pain in him, matched by her own, overtook her need for revenge and replaced it with a need for the only comfort. Part of her mind told her to stop, but she wanted him. She needed him. She hooked her knees over his hips, grinding herself against him.
Benjamin groaned and dropped his mouth to her neck. His teeth scraped her skin, leaving tingles behind. It fired out to every inch of her, making her cry out. His hand was still between her thighs and she reached down for him, surprised by how ready he already was. With a groan, he grabbed the foil package beside them and ripped it in half. Julia leaned back, bracing herself on the desk as she watched him put on the condom.
"Ready?" he asked.
She nodded, breathless.
He pushed in slowly, making her tighten. Her arms trembled and she nearly collapsed onto the desk before Benjamin caught her. His arm circled her waist while the other cradled her shoulders. He brought her tight against him, his shirt abrading her sensitive nipples as he began his rhythm. It was fast and hard, making her mewl at once. She clung to him, mouth hanging half-open, her eyes wide in her skull. The prince growled in his throat as he moved, keeping her close, his breath hot as it fanned over her face.
"Are you—" He grunted, his head dropping to her shoulder, "okay?"
Julia closed her eyes, bringing him tighter against her. She didn't respond as she rolled her hips, increasing the contact between them. Something was twisting inside her, a hot feeling sweeping down her legs. She carded her fingers through his hair as his movements became jerky. With a grunt, he put his hand between their bodies, using his thumb to build the fire in her core.
Should I even—
The thought disappeared in a wave of pleasure. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the tightness inside of her exploded. It rushed down her limbs, filling every bit of her. Eventually, she became aware that Benjamin had stopped moving, his chest heaving. Julia rubbed her thighs against him, mewling as the shockwaves lessened.
The regret crashed over her harder than she had expected. Benjamin must have sensed it because he tensed as he withdrew from her. His eyes met hers and silently they stared at one another, still panting, still trembling. He swallowed hard.
"I'm sorry."
Was he sorry? Julia choked out a laugh. "No. No, I am. I shouldn’t have . . . You asked me and I . . . You don't have anything to be sorry about."
The Dragon opened another drawer and pulled out a package of wet wipes, which he used to clean her up. All the while Julia trembled, a confusion of emotions crashing down all around her. She hated him for what he did to Cynthia. Her friend had gone through so much pain. She cried herself to sleep every night, worrying about her future. She lost her family. She lost her job. She lost everything. She hadn't even been able to properly hold her own child. She told Julia more than once that she loved Henry's father but that he could never know she was pregnant.
And she had just had sex with him. Her enemy. The man who destroyed Cynthia's life.
Julia hopped off the desk and dressed, not looking at the prince as he cleaned himself up. He was a pro at this. How many women had been on his desk with him feeling what she had felt? But he was sure to tell me that nothing was going to come out of this. And when he saw I regretted it, he said he was sorry.
"Julia, I . . . " Benjamin cleared his throat. "I'm not sure if—"
"I think this should be the end," she said, keeping her voice level. "I said from the start that I didn't want to sleep with you on the job and now look at what we've done. It's as much my fault for not keeping up the boundaries. I should never have let you kiss me, to begin with."
"Julia—"
Her pager went off, signaling the end of her shift. She tucked her shirt in and smoothed her hair. Not looking at Benjamin, she left the room.
Her body still tingled, legs weak from the after effects, but she managed to keep herself steady as she retrieved Henry from daycare and went home. There, she made up a bottle for him and cuddled with him on the couch, her mind a mass of confusion.
Cynthia had been her best friend. The one she could rely on, no matter what. When Julia had gotten her heart broken again and again by men who lured her in, told her that they loved her until she slept with them and then kicked her to the curb, Cynthia was always there. She was always happy, always ready with an encouraging word or a smile on gray, rainy days. And now she was gone.
What am I doing? I can't fall in love with him. I'm not falling in love with him! Was that how he seduced Cynthia? By pretending to be so soft and caring?
The tears came suddenly. Julia tried not to sob, tried not to disturb Henry as his eyes started to close. If Cynthia hadn't gotten pregnant, hadn't been too scared to tell Benjamin she was pregnant . . . then she would have been here in the city. She woul
d have been at the hospital when she went into labor, and instead of crashing the car, she would have been safe indoors as the storm raged around her.
I'm glad I slept with him, Julia thought as the image of Benjamin's pained gaze floated across her mind. It will make it easier to hurt him.
And she almost believed it.
Chapter Six – Hearts Will Burn
Benjamin tossed some jalapeno peppers into the sautéed onions and stirred them, trying to focus his mind on his current task. Whatever he did, he needed to not think about Julia and that look of regret on her face after they'd had sex. On his desk. Seriously, what was wrong with him? He'd taken her like an animal, and she didn't deserve that. There hadn't been enough time to make sure that she knew that there wasn't anything happening after it. Yeah, he'd stated his terms, but without any real conviction. And the sheer level of emotion that was present . . .
He shook his head, a ball of disgust settling in his stomach. He would have to find a way to make it up to her, but right now, he needed to make sure his meal wasn't burning.
The soft patter of footsteps made him turn. The little blonde housekeeper, Natalie, entered the kitchen. Benjamin nodded at her in greeting. She nodded back, looking uncertain, and retrieved a glass of soymilk from the fridge.
"How can you stand to drink that stuff?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.
Natalie glanced at her beverage. "Well, I prefer almond milk, but I know that you and the queen are deathly allergic to almonds."
"Not that allergic. We'd have to eat a heck of a lot for it to have any real effect."
Natalie shrugged. "One cannot be too careful. Are you making the queen's supper again?"
He added chili peppers to the rice and nodded. "Can't be too careful."
"You think she's being poisoned?"
Benjamin's eyes darkened. It was his natural inclination, although all the tests they had run looking for toxins were negative. Not that he could discuss this with Natalie. No matter how long she had been with them, she wasn't part of his inner circle. Not that he had much of an inner circle.