Page 73 of Madness Becomes Her
He’s relieved of his armour, and in a tight-fitting pair of slacks and a button-up shirt, the two top buttons open and bursting from the breadth of his muscles.
“I can find my way.”
“That’s alright. I wanted to speak to you, anyhow,” he adds, offering me his arm.
We ascend the stairs in peaceful silence at first, and it’s growing increasingly uncomfortable by the time Cirius sighs.
“I know that this world is… new to you, and the task ahead of you seems daunting and near impossible, but I wanted to assure you thatifyou are the right Eleanor, you’ll handle it with dignity and grace.”
I scoff. “And you would know how?”
“Because you and I were friends once. I like to think we still are. We broke into the kitchens once to steal cookies. I was sure you would snitch on me when Cook found us, but you didn’t. It was the moment I knew you were made of sterner stuff than most.”
I stifle a giggle, thinking of my younger self with a friend like Cirius, a man who looks like a giant even compared to my current size.
“I don’t know how to fight, Cirius. What if Wonderland is asking too much? What if I fail them? What if I failhim?” I don’t have to tell Cirius who I’m speaking about; he knows.
Turning as we approach my door, he tucks fallen hair behind my ear. “You couldneverfail Hatter. His love for you is made of the same ingredients that form the very heart of Wonderland. It’s beyond reason. Besides, you have me in your corner. We’ll begin training tomorrow. In a few weeks’ time, you’ll be ready to strike down any enemy that dares to threaten you.”
A smile spreads across my lips, and tension releases as my shoulders drop. “You’ll have to go easy on me, Cirius. I don’t think I’ll look good with muscles like these.” I squeeze one of his arms.
Shaking his head, he bids me goodnight, and I’m left standing at the door with the same overwhelming feeling that I will come unglued if I don’t release another tension building in my body.
My skin is on fire, and my stomach bubbles with warmth.
How many glasses of punch had I had? Four or five, by my count, and that’s if I’m remembering correctly.
As I open the door, the world is a buzzing blanket of muddled confusion. Hatter is sitting on the end of the bed.
His head rests in his hands, and his leg is bouncing furiously.
“Hatter?” I say meekly, shutting the door softly behind me before clicking the lock.
His frenzied eyes meet mine as he moves with speed I didn’t know he had, backing me into the door.
“Where have you been?”
“What do you mean? I was at the party. I walked back here with Lewis, and then talked to Cirius about training, and…” I stop, taking in the wild, untamed look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”
I know he had punch. At least that’s what Lewis said, and if it’s making him feel anything like it is me, he’s got to be uncomfortable.
“Did you drink the queen’s punch?” I ask, trying not to grin.
“I did. I thought it would be… fun. I’ve never let loose before, and now that I have you…” The implication he’d partaken for my benefit hangs between us as his gaze snaps to my lips that tip up in a sinful smile.
“You drank punch so that you could come back here and fuck me?”
“Eleanor, language,” he snipes.
Turning the tables, I grab his shirt and turn toward him. His back hits the door, his breath grumbling out of him in a growl that skirts the edges of my nerves like a fiery blade.
“I’m not a girl anymore. I’m a woman. And I thought you liked my mouth.” Lowering said mouth to his throat, I slowly undo his buttons, feeling the potent punch shooting through my body rapidly now that my pulse is elevated.
He shimmies out of his shirt when I have it undone, and I skim my hands over scars and ancient-looking tattoos, causinghim to shudder. His length presses into his slacks, calling to me like a mirage in the desert, promising to quench my thirst.
My hand skims his cock, squeezing the shaft as I tease him.
“I love your mouth,” he manages, his voice raspy and full of sex.
