Page 46 of The White Knight

Chapter 29

Lancelot

“The round table ofCamelot,” I say between kisses as I walk Guin backward toward her bed. “Whatever gave you such an idea?”

“It is in the legend, so it wasn’t my idea. Or perhaps it was, for if I said nothing, then perhaps there never would have been a round table.”

“Arthur certainly loves it.”

“What do you think of it?” Guin asks as she kisses my neck, making me release a moan.

“I love it too. It is fitting for Camelot. The perfect symbol of unity.”

I wrap my arms around Guin, pinning her to my body. Just as I am about to undress her, Arthur walks into the room unannounced, making us jump away from each other. My heart, racing from the passionate kiss we shared just a moment ago.

“Is everything all right, Arthur?” Guin asks, her voice trembling.

Arthur looks crazed. I have never seen him in such a state. Vulnerable, agitated, timid, and anxious. These are feelings Arthur never lets anyone see.

“I need my queen, my wife. I miss her. Lance, please. I know I gave her back to you, but I need her. If you will let me. If she will have me.”

My chest clenches at his words, at his pain. How can I deny my king—my friend, my brother—what he so desperately needs? I knew this day would come. The day when I would unwillingly let him have my Guin. I do not wish to share her with anyone, not even Arthur. But the agony on his face is tearing me apart. For months, I have been taking many comforts from my wife. Comforts Arthur has been denied. My hand releases Guin’s, and I walk away from her.

As I pass by Arthur, he places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me from going further. I turn back to Guin. She is still trembling. Her face is hard to read. I cannot tell if she is upset that I am walking away from her.

“Where are you going, Lance?” Arthur asks.

“It is selfish of me to keep her for myself. She has been your wife for years. I cannot deny that.” I attempt to walk past him again and through the door, but Arthur squeezes my shoulder tighter.

“I do not wish you to leave.”

“What?” I whip my head around at him.

“I want you to stay.”

“Arthur, I do not want to see you with—“

“No, no. You misunderstand me. I need my wife. But I want her to have both of us tonight. I will never deny her your touch, never. I only ask to have a taste. If she would grant me such pleasures.”

Guin’s gasp brings my attention back to her. The pale skin of her face has turned an even paler shade, if that is possible. “Arthur, what exactly are you asking for here?” she asks.

“It would not be the first time the three of us have…been intimate together. Let me hold you while Lance plows into you. Kiss you while he ravishes you with his tongue. And if you will allow it, let me inside you.”

Rage and lust swim through my skin, tempting me, drowning me. I do not want to share Guin. Yet, I cannot deny the sinful pleasure that consumed me when I held Guin in my arms as Arthur kissed her intimate lips.

I look back at Guin. She is looking at me with a question flickering in her green eyes. She wants this.

I know Guin has missed Arthur, her husband. They have lived together as husband and wife longer than I had with her. I am being selfish. Perhaps this is the solution we need to bring balance to our relationships, to keep us stable. Hell, if I am honest, I want this. I give a slight nod, releasing a breath I did not realize I had been holding.

“Ok. We need to set ground rules before we do this.” Guin’s voice is still shaking along with her body. She has not stopped trembling since Arthur walked into the room and now I am wondering if her passion was my doing or the anticipation of having Arthur again. “We should have a safe word too.”

“What is a safe word?” Arthur asks.

“It’s a word we all can use if we feel too uncomfortable with something. Let’s keep it simple. Yellow for slow down and red for stop.” Guin pauses, waiting for our nods. “My only rule is simple. Nothing goes near my butt. That’s a one-way street for me.”

As serious as this scenario is, I cannot help but laugh at Guin’s last statement. It takes Arthur a minute to understand what she means. Utter shock transforms his face when he finallyunderstands her meaning, making my laughter shake to my very core.

“You really do say the strangest things, Guinevere.” Arthur looks out the small window cut into the far wall of Guin’s bedroom as I pull myself together. “I do not think I have any ‘ground rules,’ but I accept yours. Lance?”

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