“I want to kiss you,” he insinuated a hand between their bodies again until he could cup her mound, “here.” His smile widened. “And you agreed.”
She gasped. “I did no such thing!”
He laughed. “You agreed.” He slid down her body and parted the gown more fully to reveal her hips. “You are not going to go back on your word, are you?”
She sputtered. “You know I didn’t know what you meant!”
“No, actually, I thought I was quite clear until you grabbed me.” He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, teasing himself and her with what was to come. “Part your legs.”
The more aroused he became the deeper his voice became, Whimsy noted. He placed a hand between her legs to widen the gap when she didn’t immediately comply. His strong desire for her compounded her own for him.
It was just one kiss, she thought. It’s not as though he hadn’t kissed her there before, she reasoned. Surely, it would be okay.
She cried out at the first touch of his tongue. He parted her lips with his fingers and taunted her clit with teasing flicks of his tongue before settling in for a more leisurely lick. She buried her hands in his hair. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” She moaned and swiveled her hips against his mouth as he began to suck.
He groaned against her and she whimpered. “So damned good,” he growled. “Unfasten your gown. Put your legs over my shoulders.”
With trembling fingers, she undid her gown. She lifted her legs over his shoulders, bracing herself with her back against the wall. Gaedrian tilted her hips forward and plunged his tongue up her pussy. Whimsy cried out in shock. He wasn’t done with her yet. He cupped her breasts, thumbing and tugging her nipples. Her pussy clenched with each tug. She could feel her cream gushing freely. She realized dimly that he was tongue fucking her and this was entirely inappropriate. Her hips jerked convulsively, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Her skin began to tingle. She could feel her face heating. “Gaedrian, what are you doing to me?” Her body was tightening and preparing itself, though for what she knew not. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her toes curling.
“Gaedrian, I…. Sorry. Didn’t know you were occupied.”
Whimsy froze in shock. Her eyes flew open. They weren’t alone. A young man stood near the windows, close to where Gaedrian had stood when she’d first entered the room. Gaedrian gave a fierce growl and reluctantly relinquished his hold on her nipples. Whimsy immediately fastened her gown. Gaedrian’s tongue slid from her pussy but flattened on her clit before leaving her altogether. She gasped and swiftly slid her legs from his shoulders. Her face colored with embarrassment. She turned and righted her gown. Gaedrian seemed to have no qualms about showing his body.
“Your timing could be better,” he muttered.
Whimsy bit her lip. He was still terribly aroused. She wanted to wrap her hands around his thick erection and plunge it into her body. The thought shocked her so much that she moved away from him and sat down on one of the benches lining the walls. What was wrong with her? She pressed a shaky hand to her face. She’d let him tongue fuck her. She’d ridden his tongue like some hussy with no morals, with no idea of right and wrong. She was shaming her family with her behavior. When she returned home, she would have to admit to what she’d done.
“I didn’t expect you to have company during the daylight hours.”
“Then you had not heard. I released her last night, but Chaldor thought it more appropriate that we fulfill the tradition.”
Whimsy watched as he slowly shrugged on his robe. She wanted to lick his taut stomach. She wanted to kiss him as he had kissed her. She colored still more as she realized that his mouth was still wet with her juices. As she watched, he licked his full lips clean. The man had the sexiest mouth she’d ever seen. He grinned when he caught her staring.
“Dark, I would introduce you to Whimsy. Whimsy, this is Dark. He is here…under my guardianship.”
She sensed that there was more to that story, but at the moment she had bigger worries. She glanced over at Dark and wondered how much he’d seen. And where had he come from? She hadn’t heard the door open. And at any rate, he was on the other side of the room. He stepped forward out of the shadows and she could barely contain a gasp.
She locked eyes with the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. His jet-black curls were glossy and perfectly coifed. His lashes were long and thick and the perfect frame for his startlingly silver eyes. His features were perfect: a straight nose, high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth––and yet, he was not in the least feminine. His jaw was firm and determined. The man was the epitome of masculine beauty. He was not as tall or as wide as Gaedrian, but she sensed that he had not finished growing yet. He appeared very young, perhaps no more than seventeen.
Yet he scared her in a way the Gogath had not. His pale eyes were cold and emotionless. Reptile eyes, she thought, and shivered. He inclined his head to her in greeting. She returned his nod then looked away. It was difficult to hold his direct unblinking gaze.
“Gaedrian, may I have a private word with you? It will only take a moment. I don’t want to pull you away from your other pursuits for too long.”
“She is not allowed to leave the chamber. We will speak in the hall. Chaldor may still be there.”
“Fantastic,” she heard Dark say with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
Once they were gone, Whimsy took a deep breath. She stood and arranged the gown to be as concealing as possible. She was tired. She needed time to think, but it didn’t seem as though she were likely to get it. She’d gotten a brief reprieve with the appearance of Dark, but she knew that Gaedrian would soon be renewing his efforts to seduce her. She didn’t know how long she could resist him.
The door opened and Gaedrian returned alone. He took off his robe and threw it onto the nearest bench. “Dark says it was lovely to meet you.”
She colored. That was one meeting she’d rather not recall. She didn’t know if she’d ever overcome the embarrassment. She looked up at Gaedrian as he came to tower over her. “Was he real?”
Gaedrian’s compressed his lips. “Real enough.” He paused. “Do not forget you are here to fuck me and not a child.”
She gasped. “I’m not here to-to-to...”
“Fuck me?” he supplied dryly.
“Or anyone else!” she added, indignant. “I merely asked because he seemed too––“
“Handsome to be real?” Gaedrian crossed his arms over his massive chest.
Whimsy frowned. “Yes, but that’s not what I was going to say. I was going to say that he seemed too cold and emotionless. Especially for someone his age.”
He shrugged. “It is the nature of his people.”
She shivered. “He gives me the creeps.”
Gaedrian’s eyes flicked over her, amusement kindling in their depths. “He is harmless enough.”
She suddenly realized that he’d been jealous over her. She couldn’t recall Serri ever doubting her devotion. Of course, he had no reason to. No man would touch her knowing that she’d been betrothed to him since the age of fourteen. “You were jealous,” she whispered, oddly hoping that he would confirm her thoughts.
“I do not share,” he said simply. “Best you keep that in mind.”
She frowned. “Macho jerk.” He moved closer until his cock touched the front of her gown. She immediately retreated.
“A macho jerk you want to fuck.” He ran the back of a finger down her cheek. “Where were we before the interruption?” He easily undid the clasp of her gown. “Oh, yes, you were riding my tongue.”
Whimsy held the edges of the gown together over her breasts. “You said you’d let me go after the kiss.”
“And I did. Sooner than I wanted to, but I did.”
“But—“
“Did you think I meant that I would not try to hold you again? I only agreed to let you go for that moment.”
“C-could yo
u please give me some time?”
He growled, a low rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest. “How much time?”
“A couple of days?”
“Think again.” He glanced out the window. The light was beginning to wane. “Dinner will be served soon. You have until nightfall.”
“That’s not enough time.”
“Make it enough.”
She worried her lower lip and turned from him. She didn’t know how many men Serri had with him. Their only hope was diplomacy. Their people were not fighters. They weren’t built on the same scale as Gaedrian or his guards. She could only pray they would listen to reason and release her when Serri came for her. She glanced out the window. And he had better come soon.
Chapter Eight
Gaedrian watched Whimsy pick over her dinner. He should feel guilty for pressuring her. Damned if he did though. Her very resistance brought out his dormant predatory nature. The more she fought the attraction between them, the more he wanted her. And she was fighting it. He saw the way she watched his lips and his hands as he ate. Her own hands were balled into tight fists most of the time. He deliberately taunted her. After the servants had brought in the meal, he had immediately stripped out of his robe despite the fact that he usually ate clothed.
Her eyes kept darting apprehensively towards the windows as it grew darker and darker outside. Her breathing was coming in shallow pants. Her nipples were peaked. The pheromones were doing their work.
The servants knocked before entering to remove the table and the remains of their dinner. Gaedrian reluctantly put his robe back on before allowing them to enter. The drapes were drawn over the floor to ceiling windows and candles were lit to give the room a romantic atmosphere. It was so dark at this point that little could be seen.
Whimsy stood so that they could remove her dining chair. She would not meet his gaze. Once the last servant had left the room, he flung his robe aside. She immediately backed away from him. “Whimsy,” he whispered, reaching for her and pulling her body flush to his. She trembled.
“P-please, Gaedrian, don’t do this to me.”
He pushed her hair back from her beautiful face. Tears were filling her dark brown eyes. One tear slid down her cheek. He traced it with his tongue. “Whimsy, you do not know how desperately I need you.” He placed small kisses over her face before settling his mouth over hers. She gave a murmur of distress before opening her lips to him. Her fingers slid into his hair. Her moans filled his ears. He lifted her and took her over to the bed. She did not seem to notice when he removed her gown so intent was she on drinking from his mouth. He plunged his tongue deep and she arched her hips wantonly off the mattress. He growled and automatically thrust back despite the fact that he was not yet sheathed in her warmth.
He cupped her firm breasts, holding them so that the hard nipples raked his chest. “Part your legs,” he ordered. “Wrap them around me,” he said once she complied. He slid his length between her lips so that his cock rubbed against her straining clit. Then he thrust hard, riding her so that she was crying out with each undulation of his hips. Her heat was scalding him. He gritted his teeth. Once she neared orgasm, he stopped. He dropped his head to her shoulder. “Tell me you want me, Whimsy. Ask me to fuck your sweet pussy.”
Her nails dug into his back and she pumped her hips against his erection reflexively. He gripped her hips so that she could not move, could not tempt him to take her. He could not take her without her permission. He needed her to ask for his cock.
She was shaking her head. “I can’t. You’ll destroy me.”
He knew his size was intimidating, but he had yet to encounter this type of fear. “I would not hurt you.”
“You don’t understand. I can’t.”
Gaedrian growled. Her eyes flew open and filled with those damned tears again. “Whimsy, you hurt both of us with this refusal.”
She bit her lip. “I know,” she whispered.
She was shaking as he moved off her. He did not understand her. Why would she choose to suffer? Perhaps if he had some blood left in his brain he could figure out the puzzle that was Whimsy. He sat on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. His cock stared angrily back at him, throbbing painfully enough to remind him that he had not had pussy since last night. Whimsy’s presence only made the ache more acute. He could smell her arousal between her legs and on himself. The taste of her essence on his tongue was still fresh in his memory.
He growled and Whimsy jumped. He stalked off to the sunken tub. At this time of night the water was cool. He swam to the deepest part and completely submerged himself. He stayed down for as long as he could before resurfacing. Whimsy watched him from the bed. She had covered herself in the bedding. Her gown remained in a tangle on the floor. She had no clothing other than the gown and it served as poor protection against him. He had removed far too many of the gossamer-thin dresses.
He turned away from her, splashing water over his chest and into his face. He floated on his back once again cursing fate.
Whimsy ached. She could barely sleep. Tears of frustration ran onto her pillow. She clenched her hands into fists. She wanted, needed him so desperately. She still couldn’t understand it. She’d never felt anything in Serri’s presence, or any other man’s for that matter, but with Gaedrian she was fighting to control herself. She had been so close to giving in to him and begging him to take her. She shivered as she recalled the feel of his cock between her legs.
Her only hope was that Serri would rescue her. She needed to believe that he would come for her. It was from that thought that she drew enough strength to resist Gaedrian.
It was almost dawn when he climbed into bed with her, his body cold and wet from the water. He was still for a moment. Suddenly he groaned and grabbed her from behind. He pulled her into his arms. His cock was hard and thick against her bottom. He kissed her neck and she stiffened. She didn’t have it in her to resist him again tonight. “Relax,” he whispered. “I only want to hold you.”
****
Ambrosia sighed and rested her head on his chest. Serri tried to get comfortable. He would have to leave soon. If he wasn’t home in a few days, his mother would be suspicious. He had already stayed longer than he had intended.
Ambrosia ran her fingers over his pectorals, toying with the hair there. “The woman in the market knew your name. Are you sure you did not know her?”
“I’m sure. She was being dragged away by guards. I don’t know any criminals.”
Ambrosia’s smooth white brow wrinkled. “I doubt she was a criminal. She wore the Torque of Honor and was dressed in a gown of giving.”
Serri tried to hide his irritation. He had no idea what a Torque of Honor was or a gown of giving. She forgot that he didn’t know their ways. “What does any of that mean?”
“She has been greatly honored by being one of the chosen women who have given of their bodies to appease our King Gaedrian. He is on a fate quest to select his bride.”
Serri felt anger overtake him. “Do you mean she let him fuck her?”
Ambrosia flinched at his tone. “W-why yes. It is a great honor.”
Serri looked at her in disgust. She was nothing more than a stupid whore. He supposed she would consider it an honor. Now his bride, his princess, was also a whore. It would be better to let her family think she had died than to inform them of her disgrace. The shame would kill them.
Chapter Nine
The next morning the servants who had prepped her for her first visit with Gaedrian came to give her a bath. Whimsy thought they would leave and go to the same bathing area that she had used in the past. However, they led her to the pool Gaedrian used. Gaedrian watched as she was lowered into the water, his eyes hot with desire. She was so focused on him that she didn’t protest as they assisted her with her bath.
They bathed her with brisk movements. Whimsy thought nothing of it until she heard one of the women moan. She turned her head to catch the all of the women staring at Gaedrian with va
rying expressions of rapture. Whimsy shot him a glare, but he didn’t even seem to notice the women’s reactions to him. He only had eyes for her. At the moment his attention was targeted on her nipples. Pure devilry made her run her hands up her ribcage in a pretense of bathing herself, ending by cupping her breasts as though she were offering them to him.
Gaedrian wet his lips and groaned. But he didn’t stop there. He stood and left his position on the bench in front of the windows. At the edge of the pool, he spared a glance for the servants. “Get out,” he ordered. They immediately retreated. The door had barely closed behind the last woman before he was dropping his robe and slipping into the water with her.
Whimsy retreated and floundered in the water. He caught her easily before she could go under. “Gaedrian, don’t.”
“You wanted this.”
“I didn’t.”
He growled. “Do not push me too far, Dessert. I would taste your chocolate.” He bent his head and captured a nipple.
She moaned and speared his hair with her fingers. His hot mouth tugging her nipple was a torment that at once satisfied the ache in her breasts but increased the clenching in her womb. She didn’t even try to stop him when he moved to her other breast, wrapping his tongue around her nipple before settling in to suckle. He slipped his hand between her thighs to cup her mound. He had just touched her clit when a knock sounded at the door.
Gaedrian growled and cursed against her breast. His arms closed around her convulsively. He released her slowly and climbed out of the pool. His hard body glistened with water as he tugged on his robe.
She should have been glad of the interruption. Perversely, she wasn’t. Her body was keyed up with sexual energy. She climbed out of the bathing pool and dried herself with jerky movements before putting on the fresh gown the servants had left for her. Once she was dressed, Gaedrian opened the door. His greeting to his friend Chaldor was a mere grunt.
Chaldor’s gaze flew to her. His look was nothing short of accusatory. Whimsy stiffened but held her head high. She was no one’s whore. She liked Chaldor as he was one of the few people to show her any kindness since this entire ordeal began. It was ironic that he was the one who responsible for her immediate situation. She supposed it could have been worse. She could have been bought by a man who thought nothing of taking her against her will.
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