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“Jay. I—” I began to deny it, but that wasexactlywhat I’d done.
I’d tried to make him jealous. I closed my mouth, swallowing whatever excuse I was going to use.
His large hands firmly gripped my hips. Locked into his embrace, he began to rock me back and forth over the top of his thigh, his powerful thumbs digging into the little crevices where my hips dipped, making me angle into his movement. The rocking motion of his hands on my hips robbed me of words. I felt a spike of adrenaline matched by an immediate flood of excitement that settled between my thighs.
The friction between our bodies was quickly building into something I couldn’t believe was going to happen right in the middle of the hallway with the high lord. My mind raced as he rubbed against the outside of my slick satin thong.
For a fleeting second, I thought about objecting. But instead, a small show of my mounting pleasure escaped my lips.
“Good girl,” he whispered, brushing his lips against my neck.
His hand moved from my hip to my thigh, his fingertips digging in as he wrapped my leg around his waist. He rubbed the hardness of his length against me. A soft whimper escaped my mouth. I arched my back into him, eager to increase the resistance between us, giving up on words altogether.
My nipples hardened to tiny peaks, protruding through the delicate fabric of my dress. My back against the brick wall, he wrapped my other leg around him and began to thrust into me, rubbing me up and down against his length through his pants. His thrusts were getting faster.
I closed my eyes, unable to focus on anything other than the buzzing that climbed to a deep, fast pulsing where he moved against me.
“No, Alarie,” he barked, his hand grasping my chin as his hips continued to grind into me. “Eyes on me,” the high lord commanded.
I opened my eyes and peered into the high lord’s intense gaze. The hunger, the need to possess me, I saw there seared through me. The pulsing between my thighs pitched. My legs clenched around him. He wrapped his hand around my mouth, stifling my moans that multiplied as he increased the pace of his thrusting.
“Here’s your firstreallesson from me, Alarie.”
My lips parted slightly under his hand, gasping for air.
“I will take what’s minewheneverandwhereverI so desire. And sinceYou. Are. Mine, that means that each and every one of your orgasms belongs tome.”
The throbbing heightened until it seemed in tune with my racing heartbeat, growing faster and faster with his hard thrusts into me.
“Now give me what’s mine.Come for me,” he demanded.
He circled his hips, finally hitting that one spot where it felt like all my throbbing was trapped, waiting to be set free. I released a muffled cry, my lips pressed against the inside of his hand, finding my reward for taunting the high lord.
He held my gaze as I rode out the explosion of my release, his hand still pressed against my mouth so hard that my lips pressed against my teeth. And then he dropped his hand, and I gasped in air.
He delicately righted me in my heels, taking the time to carefully lower the hem of my dress to the floor. Then he tilted my chin up to look at him until I stared into his deep gray eyes. He held my gaze as he lowered his mouth toward me, planting a chaste kiss on my forehead.
“You can go back to your boys now,” he said coolly, dismissing me like I was the one who had dragged him into the hallway.
He walked away from the alcove without another word. Jay placed his hand in his pocket and went back to the Ball like the front of him was not covered in the evidence of the orgasm he had just ripped from me.
Voices in a not-too-distant hallway floated to me. I looked down at my dress, double checking that I was back in order, then scurried back into the main hall shortly after the high lord.
9
Alarie
Iwashed for dinner, sinking into the feel of the water against my skin as I stood in the spacious marble-tiled shower. I was thinking about my first “real” lesson with Jay again. He was palpably absent in the days following our run-in at the Summer Ball. I tried not to take his absence personally, knowing that he’d traveled a lot long before I was under his roof and under his hands. But I also knew that the reason for Jay staying away was more likely that he regretted pulling me into that hallway at the Summer Ball.
And he was probably right, too—it had to be a mistake for us to get involved. After all, I hadn’t worked my entire life to make it to the High Court, only to quite literally fuck away the opportunity. I dunked my head under the stream of water, exasperated, and ran my hands through my wet hair, thinking of which of my new dresses I should pluck from my wardrobe for dinner.
Our dinner guests for the night, a visiting couple from a few towns over, Lord and Lady Shoal, had arrived and were waiting for us in the formal dining hall.
I met the high lord at the top of the staircase between our wings of the manor. Drinking in the sight of Jay for the first time in days, I suppressed the urge to take my bottom lip between my teeth. He wore a royal blue tux accented with a white silk pocket corner that looked so similar to the white thong I wore under my dress, it could have been a pair of my panties stuffed into his pocket.
“Evening,” Jay offered me in a cool but not altogether unpleasant tone.
His eyes roved over my outfit for the evening, giving me a cursory nod of approval. My dress had a plunging neckline, too deep to wear a bra.
