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“Let’s talk about it, Mand,” Cass said.
I pursed my lips, then licked them while I thought of where to start.
“Well, it’s not as bad as you probably think, Cass. The Choosing isn’t what everyone thinks it is,” I said.
Cass remained patiently silent, waiting for me to find my words. That was one of the things I loved about him. He was always so kind and considerate when it came to my needs.
“I don’t have to marry the Prince or even date him,” I said.
Despite his calm demeanor, I saw him release the tension he’d held in his fist resting on the tabletop. He reached his hand out, taking mine.
“It’s… well, I actually can’t tell you everything,” I continued.
I could tell by his facial expression that he was more willing than I’d been to accept this limitation on his knowledge.Just like the good soldier he was.
“It has to do with the powers that Nik and you all think I have. I have to figure out how to use them. They think that I may be able to really help with the state of our magic and maybe even the conflict with Alancia,” I explained generically.
“Are you okay with playing that kind of role?” he asked.
“I…I have to be. This is something I have to do,” I said resolutely.
After my conversation with Nik the night before, one thing I knew for certain was that I was not going to run away from this, not if there was a real possibility I could help.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mand. We could move to the Golden Court tomorrow. We could leave it all behind us,” he promised.
Cass tugged at my hand, pulling me towards him. I rose from my chair and took the few steps that stood between us. I nestled myself between his legs, remaining standing and holding his head in my hands. Despite his brutish intellect and skills at bloodshed, Cass was really quite sweet in a way that even at my worst moments, I was careful not to crush.
He wrapped his strong, muscled arms around me, giving me a hug I didn’t know I needed. I found myself running my hands through his hair, then moved to sit on his lap and wrap my legs around him as he remained seated. Straddling him, I felt his hands caress my back. I moved against him, then wrapped my mouth around the nape of his neck and bite it playfully.
He stiffened.
I pushed through, trying to eliminate every inch of distance between my body and his, as I went to press my mouth to his. He turned his head to the side, dodging my advances even as I felt him grow hard underneath me.
“Mandy, you’re upset,” he said.
“Then make me feel better,” I purred.
I tried not to think of how if I were in Lord Vitruvian’s manor, he would have recognized the need welling up inside of me and would have wrapped his strong hands around my waist and placed me in his lap, without me needing to ask. Lord Vitruvian would have kissed and stroked me and demanded I come for him until I no longer dwelled on what troubled me.
Pushing all thoughts of Lord Vitruvian out of my mind, I again began to move against the hardness I felt beneath me despite his protests.
“Mand, hey. Talk to me,” he said, with a note of disapproval.
I let the straps of my top fall down to expose my breasts.
“Please,” I breathed, trying to make him understand that I wanted this, needed it.
I rested my mouth on his mouth as I continued to straddle him, making him all too aware of where our bodies connected. He gave in, at last.
“Take them off,” he ordered, his eyes narrowing with his need.
I stood from his lap, removing my tiny thong, as he worked to loose himself from his pants. I went back to his lap, my skirt hiked to my torso. I immediately reached to put him inside of me, and despite little build up, he slid into me, finding me tight but ready.
I rocked myself on top of his lap with him sheathed inside of me, and he lowered his head to my breasts. He took one, then the other breast in his mouth, expertly working his tongue against me. I had finally overcome his last remaining doubts and convinced him that I really did want this. He grabbed me by the chin, his rough fingers turning my head toward his.
“Kiss me,” he demanded.
He set his mouth over mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I broke away from the kiss, leaning back to bury him further within myself, and then continued to ride him. I spasmed upon him, able to escape into my singular moment of joy.
