Creaking wood and the wet sound of bodies slapping against each other echoed throughout the room. The bookshelf next to us rattled in protest, my constant moans adding to the chaotic harmony of sounds bouncing off the walls.
It was all too much. The feeling of him stretching me out, the way he coaxed out dirty desires from me and had me wanton beneath his touch. I could feel a slow pressure growing in the pit of my stomach, but I held back, fighting it off to stay this way with him for a little longer. I was connected to him like I was supposed to be from the beginning, with nothing in between us.
“The goddess really did make you for me. You fit like a fucking glove,” Griffin groaned, burying his head in my neck and taking a deep whiff. “This is where you belong, Mira, with me.”
“Griffin, please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for. It wasn’t physically possible for him to give me more of him, but I wanted more. I wanted to burrow under his skin and make a home for myself.
“I know, baby. Just say you’ll stay with me.” He was panting, and his strokes were increasing, but his eyes never left me. “You, Noah, and me.” The tension in his voice increased, and his fingers dug deeper into my thighs. “You’ll have me every day, as much as you want, and we’ll never tire of each other.”
A muffled whimper left my lips as I struggled to deal with the guilt that was creeping into me and the intense wave that was building inside me.
I stole a glance at him and immediately tore my gaze away. He looked so hopeful and vulnerable in his plea that I had to swallow my tongue before I confessed Noah’s paternity to him.
I threw my head back and enjoyed the pleasure that came from being with him, the way my body sang with every thrust, and my blood was replaced by hot molten need. Everything was intensified by his presence. Every experience, every touch, I didn’t want us to end, but when he lifted me off the table and angled his dick inside me, I knew it was only a second before I came crashing down.
A second was too far. The strongest wave I’ve ever felt slammed into me, ripping an earth-shattering scream from me. I felt as though my soul had left my body and was transported to the stars. The waves tore through me in repeated patterns, each round intensifying the pleasure as Griffin continued slamming into me while I tried to hold on to the world around me.
Shortly after, Griffin joined me with a deep groan and multiple deep strokes before emptying himself inside me. He collapsed on top of me on the table, our heavy breaths mingling together as we gradually descended from the throes of passion.
“Stay,” Griffin said, his hand wrapped around my wrist. “Don’t go back to him.”
“I can’t,” I replied, despite part of me wanting to lay with him until forever. I had things to do and a mission that couldn’t be put aside no matter what.
“Why?” his eyes were so hopeful it physically hurt to leave him, but I had to. I fixed what was left of my clothes and placed a soft kiss on his lips before leaving the library.
With the sexual haze slowly clearing from my head, all I could think about on my way back to my room was Lady Sheila’s words and what tomorrow would bring. I wanted to be positive, but I couldn’t help the feeling that the worst was about to be unleashed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Mira
“You look like a princess, Mommy,” Noah beamed at me as the make-up artist added a highlight to my look.
“Thank you, baby,” I replied, forcing a smile on my face. The make-up artist was doing a great job, but I didn’t feel beautiful in any way. If anything, I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughterhouse.
My so-called wedding was a sham to draw people out and execute the worst kind of evil, and the one person I had to come to trust with my life turned out to be the devil himself.
When I returned from the library last night, I couldn’t catch a wink of sleep. Sex with Griffin was the perfect escape from realityafter the news I was hit with, but now it was over. The information Lady Sheila dumped on me replayed in my head.
She discovered it from a trusted source. The elders were against the reform and didn’t want Griffin on the throne, so they agreed to whatever Victor wanted, with no care about the lives that would be lost or the consequences. What I didn’t understand was what Lilith stood to gain in all of this. With the elders against Griffin, it meant that Victor would be king, and I would be queen. From where I stood, she wasn't getting the crown she wanted so badly.
“My source suspects the elders have promised to find a way to get you out of the picture and put Lilith in your place. The original plan was for her to dissuade him from the reform, but following Victor’s return and Griffin’s refusal to yield, they have no other choice but to put him away while maintaining their promise to make her queen,” Lady Sheila filled in, earning her a scoff from me. That bitch would really do anything for a piece of metal. The revelation only intensified my worry. They really did have the perfect plan.
“And Lilith is okay with Griffin being killed to ensure her place?”
“She had requested some time to try to sway him, but Victor wanted the throne for himself, and Griffin’s request for a divorce bruised her ego.”
“So why does she keep acting like she’s so in love with him and can’t bear to watch him go?”
Lady Sheila let out a chuckle.
“Appearance is everything, Darling,” she paused, reaching out to fix my veil. “She must appear as the scorned woman to lead Griffin into underestimating her, else, he’ll become suspicious of how willingly she was taking everything. Lilith is quite well-known for being temperamental.”
“So, everything is just a ruse to divert everyone’s attention from the real thing?” I blinked in disbelief.
“You would be surprised at how far people would go for power.”
I only hoped I got enough time to avenge Mary’s death before I was thrown away, but I was equally bothered about Griffin’s safety. I wanted to warn him about the impending danger, but Lady Sheila assured me that he was safe and that she had teamed up with elders on his side to put a stop to the madness.