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Sick of her attitude and how there was clearly no restoring the mood, I grabbed her shoulder and shoved her back against the stone wall right beside a window. “So did you, judging by that wetness between your legs. You have to beaching.”
All color drained from her face before she quickly veered to the right, as if intent on running from the truth. “Let me go.”
I shot my arm out, barring her escape. “I can smell the mess you made between your creamy legs, Galantia. Every pathfinder in the great hall could.”
Her lips parted—quite possibly to deny it—only to snap shut as realization dawned. Yes, I could smell it. Every. Frothy. Drop. That fact turned her unnaturally still, like the rodents in the fields when my unkindness flew across. Adorable.
Until she lifted a defiant chin. “You’re depraved!”
“That’s bold, coming from the girl who goes around licking knives.” I settled my hand on her hip, kneading, stroking. Fuck, she felt so good in my palm. “If you didn’t have Malyr’s attention before, congratulations, you have it now.”
If there was one thing that got him harder than tormenting a woman, it was tormenting a woman who might actuallylikeit. We’d had a few who’d played the act well enough, they were almost convincing, but they turned to be nothing but self-serving whores who wanted to get close to Malyr for obvious reasons.
But Galantia?
She’d gottensoppingwet. For what, I couldn’t say yet. His shadows? The humiliation? The taste of blood? Fear? Danger? Pain? Whatever it was, it turned her scent thick with arousal, making my head run wild with visions of making her come against my mouth.
“He left you wanting,” I whispered. Malyr was usually too preoccupied with his shadows to get a girl off properly. And this one? Oh, he probably couldn’t even be bothered. “Let me relieve that ache between your legs.” I slid my hand lower, letting my fingers branch to her inner thigh. “I bet your little clit is still throbbing.”
She hissed at me. Actually hissed! “None of what you say is true!”
“Yeah, it’s true, which is half the fucking problem here,” I barked. “Now, keep snapping at me, sweetheart, and I’ll shoulder you and carry you straight back down there for Lorn to chew up. And, let me tell you, compared to her, Malyr is a saint. Is that what you want?”
She stiffened at my threat, which was smart. “No.”
“No,” I echoed. “So how about you calm down, hmm?” My fingers stroked over her mound, letting the hard shaft of a feather press down until her breath stalled. Found her clit.“Don’t act angry with me when you’re actually angry with yourself. Don’t call me a liar just because you don’t like the sound of the truth. You liked it. No need to be embarrassed about it because, sweet thing…” a lap of my tongue at her earlobe, “so did we.”
At that last word, Galantia tilted her head, staring at me as though she was trying to figure out just what that meant, only for her brows to knit in utter confusion. Somehow, that got me even harder. Fuck, she was so innocent.
Untouched.
The healer had confirmed as much while she’d been unconscious. Goddess help me, how much I wanted to be her first. I’d make it good for her. Really good.
But I couldn’t…
I rubbed over her clit through the silky cloth, ignoring how Malyr’s stupid shadows suddenly uncoiled from their weave, burning into my fingertips. How nicely she held her breath as not to betray how she was panting, eyes flicking around nervously in search for a quick escape while she remained perfectly still.
No doubt Domren would fuck an heir into her soon enough, too selfish to look after her needs. I wanted her to think of me when she touched herself after, remembering how I made her come against my finger, against my tongue, against the length of my cock. Fuck… she smelled so sweet. So perfectly—
Her hand gripped my wrist, hazel eyes seeking mine. “Stop.”
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I pressed deeper into her space, orbiting around her twitching clit. “Because I think your body wants this.”
A thick swallow gulped down her throat. “Please…”
That whimper in her plea invaded my head the same way it had been infesting my dreams for five years now—nightmares of snow and ash—stalling my motion. Goddess, damn her, why did she have to open her mouth?
I removed my touch and took a step back, allowing her to turn for the window, where she pressed her forehead against the fogged pane. “You haven’t eaten; I’ll make sure someone brings you supper.”
Where I’d expected her to nod, or perhaps give a meekthank you, she instead overwhelmed my senses with the quickening beat of her heart. “Is that… a town?”
What a fucking strange response.
I stepped up behind her, skin pebbling at the return of her body heat, and stared down at Fjelbog. The local town sat nestled between the castle and the outer curtain wall, bustling with nothing more than the usual debauchery—drinking, gambling, fucking. All of which I would join soon enough.
“Looks like it.” I ran a finger along a pinned strand of her blonde hair, loving all the nuances it offered against the flicker of the nearby oil lamps. “What’s down there that has your heart beating like this?”
“People,” she said with such reverence, one might have thought that she’d never seen a damn town before. “I’ve never seen a real town before.”
