Page 48 of Bosse
He could have anything if he promised to keep going.
He started slowly, sliding his finger through her folds, then picked up speed, teasing her until the tension threatened to shred her brain. She panted and dug her nails into his firm arms. He pushed the pinnacle she reached for a tiny bit farther away every second. Close to tears from clinging to that sharp edge with no end in sight, she begged, “Now! Pleeease!”
With a quick change, his fingers focused entirely on one spot.
Her climax cut loose the tight cable twisted into a knot inside her. She flew into another dimension, or maybe her mind just snapped free. Pleasure raced across every nerve in her body. Stars scattered through her vision. When the fireworks settled down, she slumped in his arms.
He pulled his hand free and held her as if fearing she’d disappear. “I’m not sure how you got here, sweetness, but I don’t want to let you go.”
Struggling to regain her ability to talk, she mumbled, “I have something I need to do but can’t recall what it is. Must not be important. I’m not leaving you.” She hadn’t ever been this relaxed and happy. Why would she walk away from Bosse?
Safe in his embrace, she fell asleep to the sound of him whispering soft words and his warm lips kissing her cheek. She wanted to stay awake and be with him, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer now that she knew he was safe.
A loud pounding woke her.
Alifair jumped up, looking around for Bosse. Where was he?
Someone knocked on her door again.
She was back in the castle. Not in some cave.
Disappointment, like she’d never known, swamped her.
More pounding.
Her brain believed it was only a dream, but her heart swore that time with Bosse had felt real. Accepting the reality of being stuck in this castle, she pulled her cloak over her and made it to the door. She opened it to find the short guard from the cage area standing there. Not happy.
She’d go toe to toe with him on being unhappy this morning. Still wrestling with disappointment, she struggled not to fidget or do anything that would make him suspicious of her. “What? Is Krol ready for us to go to work?”
He frowned at her surly tone, probably making him snap at her. “Yes. No one is allowed in the cage area without a guard escort. Understood?”
She finally woke up and realized she was blowing the whole subservient act. Nodding quickly as she expected someone submissive would do, she also wrung her hands. “Thank goodness. I prefer someone with me any time I’m sent down there. It’s frightening.”
“Get to work.” He stopped scowling but was clearly untouched by her fear for her personal safety.
She closed the door and slumped back against it. Her legs felt like noodles.Suck it up, buttercup, as her mom used to say. Alifair hurried to use the bowl and pitcher of water she kept in her room. She felt the need to wash between her legs, which was bizarre. She never went to bed without washing her body. The moment she touched the rag to her most intimate area, she gasped at the frenzy of sensitive nerves.
That was the moment she recalled last night’s erotic dream with Bosse.
Had she touched herself?
She shook off the strange feeling she’d been with Bosse in person, where he hid in a cave from Krol’s flying creature. It had just been a dream. Dressing quickly, she stepped out to find the jerk at the next door snapping at another servant. And here she thought she was special. Laughing to herself, she scooted past him and continued to the kitchen, where the bustling activity of preparing food would have felt normal if not for the unnerving silence. Women in here generally chatted as friends.
Today, suspicious gazes cut around the room.
Everyone had to realize by now that Bosse had help getting out of his cage.
Would Krol think it was a guard or a servant?
He had no evidence of her being down there.
She hoped.
But neither did she want someone else to pay for her actions. Please tell her that Bosse had been gone long enough to put distance between him and those tracking him. In hindsight, she should have devised a different plan, but none of this was within her expertise. She created spells. Some worked. She had clairvoyant dreams that tended to be more spot-on. She used the power she had been born with, which wasn’t all that impressive.
Her greatest skill appeared to be the ability to get herself into jams like this.
She felt responsible for continuing her mother’s legacy, stepping in and becoming the clan’s go-to person in times of direct threats to their existence. Her mother possessed a natural power for wielding magic. If only her mother could have saved herself as well as the three missing children that she’d tracked down. The men who stole the children had no idea they belonged to a clan protected by a third-generation gypsy queen gifted with powers.
