Page 86 of Grounded By Love
She leaned back in, to rekindle the kiss. The growls he made caused shivers of pleasure to wash over her skin. This was something she wouldn't ever get enough of.
He flipped up her skirts, surprising her as he untied his trousers, his cock springing forth.
As he started to push her forward, she put her hands on his shoulders and asked, "Here? Now? Are you sure it’s appropiate?"
"Yes, it is, and we will do it here and now."
She was about to open her mouth to protest, when he put a hand to her lips. "Not another word, Claira. Not unless it is you panting my name, while you clench around my cock."
That image distracted her from any more complaints.
"She is getting more poular with the people. What are we going to do? We need to do something, and we need to do it quickly." The queen clung to the king’s arm, her nails digging into his skin. "I don't want my only son to be with this human female any longer. We can't let it continue!"
"I hadn't expected her to have such talent. A talent that would make our people turn a blind eye to the fact she is human." The king admitted aloud, surprising both of them for a few seconds.
"How will you ever get rid of her? Kaeldar is having her guarded by men he knows he can trust." The queen moaned. "I just don't know why he keeps bedding that human female, since she has nothing our females don't have."
"He isn't the only one with men faithful to him. I too have men I can use, and they will agree that she needs to go. Soon, my dear, we won’t have anything to worry about. Trust me."
"Always." The queen whispered up at him, adoration shining brightly in her black eyes. “I just wished Kaeldar knew how poisinous this human female was for him.”
“Perhaps he is not the right male for the kingship.”
The queen gasped. “How can you say such a thing? He is our son, it’s his bithright to rule after you.”
“Not if he can’t see straight. No rock giant king can have a human in his bed. If he can’t get rid of her, then he is no son of mine.”
"Now remember to take these every morning." Claira explained to a rock giant woman and her young child, as she handed the woman a bundle of herbs. "And don't forget to check back with me in a few days."
The woman nodded, took her child's hand, and left Claira alone in her healer's chamber.
She smiled. Sometimes the rock giants wouldn't say a word to her other than to tell her what was wrong with them, but eventually trinkets or flowers would find their way to her, and she knew they weren't coming from Kaeldar. These things were coming from her patients, and it meant everything was going her way.
Even if she hadn't made any friends, they were being friendlier than the villagers she’d lived with.
Well, there had been someone who had been friendly to her back in the village. Robert. He just shouldn’t have acted like he did. His approach to everything had been wrong. There’d been so much going on in her life, she hadn't the time to think about it, but his death still weighed on her mind.
But now that she’d had time to think about it, she didn’t blame Kaeldar. Robert signed his own death warrant, when he came after her. He should’ve left well enough alone.
Brushing her hands down her dark emerald dress she decided she needed to keep remembering what Kaeldar was really like. He hadn’t done anything to help those villagers, instead he’d let his troops march away to a defenseless village.
Now that she knew he was prince, she knew he had to have some power, even if it might be limited. She would be the first to admit she didn’t know much about the politics of royalty, but surely he could’ve done something.
For now, she needed to get back to the chamber which she shared with Kaeldar.
Kaeldar always had a guard waiting outside their chamber for when she got called away in the night, like tonight. She, of course, still had those parents of Kaeldar's who wanted her to drop dead, as soon as possible.
The rock giants had started coming to her at all times of the day and night for remedies to their illnesses. Claira was, of course, willing to help them at any time of the day or night, because she wanted them to know she would always be there for them. She wanted them to rely on her and want her care.
She grabbed a candle from a table near the door, and then left the room. She couldn't wait to slip back into bed with him and have his warmth once more envelope her.
Shaking her head she forced herself to remember she was going to put distance between them. He might be her dream man, but there were still some problems with him. He was going to rejoin the war effort as a soldier, at some point. She couldn’t live with him, if he was going out there to slaughter more people.
After taking a few steps into the hallway, she noticed her guard was missing. He should’ve been waiting right outside the door for her, and he should’ve followed her the moment she left her healer's room.
Confusion hit her just, as her stomach flipped, and her eyes darted around the dark castle. Perhaps he’d just decided to stretch his legs and walked farther down the corridor.
She, slowly, made her way down the corridor, but didn't call out. Claira didn’t want to announce her presence to any wondering rock giants.
