Page 100 of Maleen

Her breath stutters quietly and her body tenses as I continue my ministrations. My tongue swirls around her clit as I gently suck it into my mouth before slipping two fingers into her tight wet cunt. Fuck, she’s soaked for me. I think my mate loves the idea of almost being caught at any moment.

I curve my fingers and hear a cup slam a little too hard on the table.

“No, I think that’s a good idea,” she states with her voice raising a pitch before she clears her throat.

“Are you okay, Princess Maeven?” someone asks.

“Yes, sorry. I haven’t been sleeping well. Please continue,” she murmurs.

Oh, I will continue alright. Her legs begin to shake as I continue using my tongue to tease her. My fingers slip in and out slowly. I want her to feel everything I’m doing to her.

“Jesper,” she groans. “I’m getting close and I don’t know how much longer I can stay quiet.”

I don’t stop. “Well you better pray to the Fates, because I want you coming all over my face and fingers. I want you to know that I will worship you anywhere, anytime. I don’t care who’s around, but if they hear you come, I may just have to kill them.”

Her channel flutters and I know she’s going to fall apart any minute for me.

Her hands slam down on the table and she clears her throat again. “I need to call a short recess. Let’s reconvene in fifteen?”

Movement shuffles around the room and when the heavy doors slam shut, Ravina moans, spreading her legs to give me more access. “You’re a menace,” she says breathily.

“Your favorite menace,” I respond back in her mind, too busy with my mouth to stop. Needing to taste her more, I slip my tongue into her and she grabs my head, her fingers threading through my hair, and she holds me in place, moaning.

“Fuck Jesper,” she gasp. “I’m going to—” Her breath hitches as her whole body tenses.

She explodes, her thighs clamping tightly against my head, making me suffocate in my favourite place. If I’m to die, then please let this be how I go.

I lick and suck her clit through her orgasm, and when her body relaxes she slides back to glare at me under the table. “Jesper Verlice,” she hisses, but there’s no malice in her tone.

“Yes, my lovely Queen?” I grin, feeling like the cat who got the canary or in this case, the dog who got the pussy.

Her eyes narrow more, but just as she opens her mouth the door slams open and Aemon announces, “Rav, the scouts are back. Why are you looking under the table? Is everything okay?”

I pop out from under the table, my face still damp from our activities. “I was helping our mate de-stress!”

She adjusts her skirts. “During a meeting with my mother’s advisors. I almost came in front of them!” Her face reddens.

I pull her towards me. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the possibility of us almost getting caught. You were such a good girl staying quiet for me.”

She sighs. “I did enjoy it, but next time give me some warning, please.”

“We will see.” I wink. “What were you saying about the scouts?” I ask Aemon who is watching us with raised brows and amusement dancing in his eyes.

“The scouts are back. Everyone is gathering in the war room. We tried to reach you but your mind was blocked. So I figured you were sparing us from boring business with the elders.”

She grins sheepishly. “Well I was. I forgot to unblock and I didn’t feel your knocking. Well let’s go. I’ll call Nero from his hunting; I know he won’t want to miss the planning.”

They walk ahead of me and I follow, noticing our mate seems more relaxed. I definitely need to do this again… Maybe I can do it when she’s sitting on the throne…

ONCE WE GOT the reports, we decided to head out straight away. Tisur shifts under me in anticipation. “Vasari will take back the keep without any problems,” he states confidently as we sit perched on a rocky outcrop below the Dreki Mountains.

We are waiting impatiently for nightfall, to enter the cave system that goes throughout the Dragon Keep and below the academy where we caught my Little Beastie training. If everything goes as planned, by sunrise, Phixmery will be taken back from the lords and under our control again.

“We still don’t know how many of them have been compromised with the Soul Stone,” I remind him. “And what if there’s too many dragons for us to deal with?”

“We can handle this. We have come too far not to,” he grumbles.

Ravina and Vasari walk up beside me, my mate's skin practically glowing in the golden beams. She sighs, “Should be soon, the sun is almost set. It’s beautiful—it makes me almost forget our task tonight.”