Page 155 of Her Dark Promise

That was all it took. I slid up and slammed down on his length. We went at each other like rabid animals and didn’t relent until we were both so exhausted from fucking that we could barely move.

I was lying on his stomach as I looked into his eyes and said, “And I am notthatloud.”

He just chuckled and took me again on the couch.

Chapter twenty-nine

We had cleaned up in my chambers and headed down to the dining hall together, arm in arm. The moment we entered through the double wooden doors, we heard someone say in a loud, exaggerated voice, “Well, well, well… Look who decided to grace us with their presence, Em.”

I stared at Bastian incredulously, “Em?” And then to Emilia, who raised her shoulders in a shrug. She looked a little worried.

“Short for Emilia.” He lifted his nose in the air. “A nickname I gave her, which you would have known if you were there.”

This man. This man was actually pouting, with his lip puckered and everything.

“What are you going on about, brother?”

Callum put his hand on Bastian’s arm and rubbed it, “He is just a little sour about…” Callum scrunched up his face as though he were thinking carefully about how to word the rest of his sentence.

Bastian finished for him. “We heard you fucking.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked up to see Soren smiling. He wasn’t fazed at all. He wrapped a hand around my waist and tightened his grip as we approached the table.

Soren looked down at me and smiled wide. “I told you so.”

He leaned down to kiss my forehead and pulled out my chair.

“And now they have inside jokes.” Bastian rolled his eyes, waved a hand in the air, and looked at Callum. “Is this how you felt when I fucked her?”

“I have told her majesty that it doesn’t matter to me how many people she has sex with. I will love her always.”

“Now, now, Bast. Jealousy is not a good look on you,” Soren said playfully.

He was jealous? I slapped my hand over my mouth as a fit of laughter bubbled its way out of me. My body shook as I tried to stop, but that only made me laugh even harder, especially when I looked around the table at their stunned faces.

“And what, pray tell, is so funny?” Bastian asked.

“I didn’t realize that my darling Bastian could be so jealous when he tried to kill me not too long ago,” I said between the gaps in my laughter. Tears lined my eyes, I tried to blink them back to no avail.

I wiped the tears away to focus back on Bastian as he said, “It’s a little too soon to be joking about that, don’t you think?”

I shrugged and reached forward, taking a sip of wine.

He crossed his arms and sat back, cutting his eyes toward his brother. “I amnotjealous. Especially not of Soren.”

Emilia spoke up finally after this little heated exchange. “Your actions are in direct conflict with what you’re trying to convey.”

When Bastian lifted his brows, Callum simplified, “Your temper tantrum shows everyone that you’re jealous.”

Bastian stood and announced, “I’m going to go get the food that I slaved over all afternoon.”

When we heard his retreating footsteps, I leaned forward and asked, “What in the world was that all about?”

Callum answered, “Well, we were in the hallway,” heat enveloped his neck, face, and ears, and I knew exactly why, but kept the smile hidden as he continued, “headed back to the library, but heard noises and when we looked in we saw how he,” Callum pointed toward Soren, “was taking you.”

So they saw everything… Interesting.

Just then, Bastian walked up the stairs with two large platters full of roasted pork, swiss chard, steamed potatoes, glazed carrots, fresh blueberries, goat cheese, and bread. He set down the platters mumbling something nobody could hear and began cutting into it aggressively.

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