Page 80 of Sweetling
“We are summoned to Dundúran.”
The playfulness fell from her face as she reached to take the letter. Her eyes skimmed over the lines, a frown gathering at her brow.
Allarion regretted being the one to ruin their play, and he disliked how she looked back at him with uncertainty, not quite meeting his eyes.
“You…want me to come with you?”
“Yes. You are mistress of this estate as much as I am master. We will stay a few nights in the castle.”
“With Lady Aislinn?” Her eyes widened with astonishment.
“Indeed. All landholders are welcome to stay at the castle while the council is convened.”
He didn’t miss the excitement that sparkled in her eyes, but still she seemed hesitant.
“And…you’re sure you want me to come?”
“Very much.” With a crooked finger, he lifted her chin to make her meet his steadfast gaze. “This changes nothing, sweetling.”
Slowly, Molly nodded, and Allarion decided he’d have to be content with that. She would just have to see for herself how proud he was to have her as hisazai.
“Now, do you have questions, or shall I lay you back on this desk and show you just how a fae prefers to please his mate?”
Color bloomed on her cheeks, and Molly rediscovered her sultry smile.
Placing her hand on the center of his chest, she slipped off the desk, her body sliding down his. Allarion bit back his groan.
Minx.
“If we’re leaving for the city soon, then I should probably get some sleep,” she said, those big brown eyes batting up at him, daring him.
But he wouldn’t break. She would come to him, tell him when she was truly ready. Not with teases or tests but with acceptance and enthusiasm.
“Good night, then, sweetling. May your dreams be of me.”
Molly entered her bedchamber and shut the door behind her, her mind tumbling over the last hour. She wanted to ponder the prospect of going to Dundúran, of staying in the castle itself, but she couldn’t think past how much shethrobbedbetween her thighs.
She couldn’t decide if she was pleased with the night and still not finding Allarion’s line. Fates, she’d pushed him so far, she’d found her own breaking point.
Grumbling with interrupted lust that was entirely her own fault, Molly paced the room for a few tense moments before finally barking, “House, ignore me for an hour, please!”
The drawers of the armoire opened and closed before falling silent. Everything went quiet, so that the only sound was the howling wind outside and her own agitated breathing.
“House?”
When nothing rattled or creaked, Molly decided she’d have to trust that the house had turned its attention elsewhere.
Muttering under her breath, Molly ripped off her trou and climbed into her big, soft, empty bed. Flopping onto her back, she spread her legs and got to work.
A moan slipped past her lips to feel just how hot and slick she was. Fates, she’d gotten carried away with him in the library. She stroked herself to the memories of rocking on his lap, teasing the hard bar of a cock she could feel trapped beneath his trou. The way he rumbled and groaned into her greedy mouth had her cunt clenching, and Molly had no choice but to use both hands, sliding two fingers inside her while she circled her clitoris.
Never usually one for delayed gratification, she prodded and pinched the sensitive nub, shocks of pleasure shooting down her legs and up her belly.
His eyes, fates, she’d never had a man look at her the way Allarion did. As if he wanted to eat her up. That gaze spoke of endless nights of good, hard fucking, yet his touch had been so gentle. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh and her nipples tightened almost painfully remembering the skating glance of his thumbs on the undersides of her tits.
If she hadn’t pulled back when she did, she’d be riding that fae cock even now.
Why aren’t I?Her thought was grumpier than she’d anticipated, and a whimper burst from her lips.
