Page 82 of What Fury Brings
Her brain much preferred dwelling on the timbre of Andrastus’s voice as her name fell from his lips over and over again.
Yes, Olerra. Please, Olerra. I want this, Olerra.
She crossed her legs as her whole body warmed and heat pooled in her core.
She wanted his fingers on her. Not her own. She hated that things had to be this way.
Fine, she’d get to the reports in a moment. Movement seemed to be a better idea first. She returned outside, stepping up beside Ydra and crossing her arms.
“Report,” she said, the word coming out harsher than she’d intended.
“And a good morning to you, too, General. Has a certain prince gotten under our skin today?” Ydra asked cheekily.
Olerra closed her eyes and rubbed her brow.
“Or perhaps we wish he were under our pants?” she added.
“Stop talking in the plural about my betrothed,” Olerra snapped.
Ydra chuckled. “I’m supposed to be the one pissed at him. What did he do?”
“Nothing.”
“Fine.” Ydra matched her stance to Olerra’s, crossing her arms over her chest and observing the training ahead with a cold gaze.
No one else in all of Amarra could get away with mocking the general.
Olerra sighed. “We had a sexual encounter last night.”
“And it was disappointing?”
“No, it was perfect.”
“So what’s the problem?”
Olerra cracked her knuckles. “I chained him to the ceiling and took him from behind.”
“Very exciting.”
“And then I went to bed.”
Ydra placed her body directly in front of her. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I can’t exactly let him reciprocate, can I?”
Ydra gave her a sad smile. “Is this about what happened to your mother?”
“Of course it is. Everything comes back to that. I can’t trust him. What if he uses pleasure time to try to hurt me? To try to escape? I can’t exactly have people listening in to intervene! Word would spread, and I want that man all to myself. No onlookers.”
“So we’re feeling sexually frustrated because we can’t allow the man to pleasure us back.”
Olerra shot her a warning look.
“Okay, here’s what I thinkyoushould do.”
Yes, practical advice! This is exactly what Olerra needed.
“Stop worrying about it.”
