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“I know. But your kind shuns everyone.”
The arousal in his features died a bit as he frowned, mulling over her words. Slowly, he shook his head.
“Discrimination is for the weak—those who can’t see past their heads stuck in their asses. I might tend to think that Fae folks are among the superior breed, but we’re not the only superior ones. It also doesn’t mean that other creatures don’t have unique qualities that are more than impressive.” He grimaced. “Now, I’m not a huge fan of vampires, but there’s no denying that they could rip my heart out and cut my head off the moment I lower my guard around them.”
“Vampires are crazy,” she agreed. “I wouldn’t want to mess with them.”
“Hmm.” His gaze flicked to her mouth. “You’re a witch. Your powers have people’s knees trembling, and I bet you could choke me with a snap of those fingers.”
“Maybe. With the right chant outside this castle.”
“It’s hot as hell,” he murmured, low voice washing over her senses. “What else can you do with that magic of yours, sweetheart?”
This was verging on burning-hot territory, her skin so tingly that all she needed was a touch to explode. But Rick didn’t touch her. Despite crowding her in, there was a certain control to the way he held himself, his fingers limited to tracing circles on her dress, not her actual hips. It didn’t stop her from feeling the whisper of his erection somewhere in her lower half, one she knew would grow harder if she just arched her body the right way. But that would mean direct contact with her throbbing core and the idea of all that rubbing and crazy friction…
A moan cruised from her throat, accidental and filled with longing. A sound came from him—and then he was pushing off the wall and taking all the heat with him until she felt the frost. Emerald shivered as she looked at him. He looked back, jaw more clenched than ever. He turned away from her, silent. When he turned back, he was composed and there was no bulge straining his trousers.
“Let’s get you to your room. I checked it already and it’s safe. I can go fetch Yu after. I’m sure he’s tired from all that dancing.”
Disappointment crashed hard, but she swallowed it and nodded.
“Right. He’s definitely tired.”
He stepped forward, as if to hold her and lead her, then changed his mind and put his hands in his pockets. Emerald thought she saw them fisting again inside, but her gaze flew straight ahead, refusing to dwell on it. Did he stop because he didn’t want her to think she was another notch in his bedpost? Did their teasing mean nothing but a way to pass up the time? Did he just get…bored?
It didn’t matter. This was for the best.
“Follow me. I’ll lead the way and show you some of our less-used paths.”
Later, as she tossed and turned in bed, it occurred to Emerald that there was one more reason for him to stop—perhaps the most important reason. She recalled his promise, declared in a solemn voice while they had danced the night away.
I won’t fuck you unless you say yes.
Would they have already been doing it if she had just said the magic word earlier?
Her lack of control frustrated her, but so did the ache that just wouldn’t go away. She cursed the complicated situation, cursed herself for being so weak against his seductive words. Then she continued cursing herself when her hand skimmed downward until she was rubbing her knuckles against her panties…then, coasting her fingers inside, where she was already wet and trembling.
Cursing turned into a moan, then a whimper. The minutes ticked by and the frustration returned when no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get to that orgasm her body needed—not like when his fingers were the ones inside her, driving her mad with lust and leaving her aching for more. For everything. Emerald climbed to the verge each time but never tipped, and in the end, she gave up and threw a pillow against a wall.
“Dratted man. I could please myself just fine before he meddled.”
Now he had ruined it for her and she wanted to kill him for it. She climbed out of bed and stalked across the rug, the fluffy material becoming worn down when magic unconsciously skated down her feet. Voices of how bad of an idea it was to entertain this attraction floated in her head, the cons heavier than the pros and willing her to return to her unperturbed, emotionless state. It took her a few more seconds to register that an added layer of voices could be heard outside her head…outside her room.
Emerald didn’t let her magic disappear abruptly, understanding that would only catch more attention. Quietly, she ambled closer to the door until her ear was pressed there and she could redirect her energy to that ear. Once she did, the voices became crystal clear.
“Are you sure there’s no way for us to sneak in there and check out her room?”
“There’s no way. Bronco did a good job of securing it and I think Rick did something else to double that security.”
“Prince Rick. Really?”
“Yes. I don’t know what they placed, but I’m sure he would be alerted once there’s a breach. The same goes for his room. It’s as tight as the outside security and Bronco had a hand in it too.”
“I’m not interested in his room. I can ambush him easily anywhere on the grounds. We’re due for that confrontation, anyway. But her…what a pity. It would have been nice to catch her off guard and see if she would squeal like a pig.”
“She’s not ordinary. I feel it, but I can’t quite place what she is. If she is a witch, then we might be in trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it. Leave her to me. I’ll get my answers somehow, witch or not. And if she’s a witch, then it will be fun. I haven’t played with one in a while.”
