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The smell of sweat and musk had dominated the air for a while, but a new wave of strawberries mingled with it. One of Brendon’s slick hands touched my thigh, silently urging me into a better position until I was on all fours. I bit my lip, trusting him, but also prepared to stop him.
He moved slowly, giving me time to speak up. When I didn’t, his hand closed around my cock and I groaned, pressing my face against the pillow. He leaned forward, positioning himself behind me, glidinghis long length against mine. “Tighten your legs,” he commanded, his hot breath raising the hairs on the back of my neck.
I obeyed, capturing him between my thighs—tight enough to feel the friction without preventing movement.
And god did hemove.
The whole bed shook around us as he thrust between my legs, somehow fucking me witless without ever entering me. He held onto my hips, keeping me in the exact position he wanted me in. I gasped wordlessly as I clutched the sheets hard enough to rip them.
“Coming!” I choked out, not sure if I was trying to tell him to slow down or speed up or a third option I couldn’t even conceptualize.
He leaned forward and bit my shoulderhard.
The world went white for a moment, and then kind of floaty as I slumped onto the bed. There was a sticky mess of our mixed fluids beneath me, but I ignored it for now.
Brendon lay down next to me and shifted to wrap his arms around me from behind, pulling my back against his chest.
I tried to think of something to say. I hadn’tsleptwith someone in a few years. Usually, once we both came, we either kept going, or we got up, showered, and went our separate ways. Having an actual lover again was … fucking weird.
Soft snores floated over to me, and I realized I didn’t have to say anything at all, because he was planning to stay with me all the way until morning.
I drifted off to sleep with a silly little smile on my face, dreaming about new beginnings.
Chapter Thirty-Two
I woke up to frantic knocking on my door and my mother calling, “Frederick? Frederick, are you in there?”
Brendon’s arm tightened around me, and we moved simultaneously. Not to leap out of bed to answer the knock. That would have been the smart choice. Instead each of us gripped one corner of the blanket and hauled it over our heads to create a dark little cocoon.
The knocking stopped and I snuggled closer to Brendon, discoveringpartof him awake and ready. He made a delicious, rumbly sound in the back of his throat and pressed his erection against me. Since she’d given up, we might have time for a little—
A crash was our only warning as the door burst open and loud voices filled the room.
I sat up, the blanket dropping around me, and gaped at the crowd rushing into my bedroom. Mother had apparently rounded up a few of the guards to break down my door for someinsane fucking reason.
They stared at me. I stared at them. We all turned our shocked gazes onto my mother.
“Frederick!” she gasped, bustling into the room. “When you didn’t answer, I worried you were missing too.”
“Too? Who’s missing?”
“Both the Good Wizard and Prince Brendon have disappeared. A mage was spotted in the town a few days ago and I fear the worst.”When she paused to take a breath, her gaze fell to the bed, and she blinked several times, mouth hanging open.
Brendon had sat up to reveal that he was not, in fact, missing. “Good morning, Your Majesty,” he said with surprising solemnity for a man sitting naked in her son’s bed.
Mother’s expression shut down and she coldly ordered, “Guards, please wait outside.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. One awkwardly tried to shut the door to give us some privacy, but it flopped open on its busted hinges, so he kindly held it closed for us.
“Frederick,” Mother continued in that same cold voice, “what have you done?”
“It isn’t—” Brendon began, then snapped his mouth shut when her glacial glare turned to him, silently telling him ‘I will deal with you later, young man.’
When she looked back at me, devastation mixed with her anger and a sheen of tears glimmered in her dark eyes. “How could you be soselfish? Do you care nothing for your kingdom? Perhaps the lives of thousands of strangers are too abstract for you to consider, but what about yoursister? How could you betray her like this?”
I didn’t know how to explain, where to start, what to share with her or what to leave out. Though Franny’s flirtations were somewhat of an open secret, our parents had always been too busy and oblivious to her activities. Telling my mother about them without Franny’s consent would be more of a betrayal than sleeping with a man she didn’t want.
I gripped the torn-up sheets but couldn’t stop my hands from shaking.
