Page 4 of Hands Off

“Are you saying-”

He cuts me off, pulling Artemis away from me. “I’m saying that you’re going to do whatever you think is right. I can see it in your eyes that she means more to you than she should. In such a short amount of time too. I won’t stand in the way of that, however, I won’t let you lose yourself to it either.”

Artemis sighs, sagging against Blaise playfully. “Fuck the lot of you! I’m joking, Pheli. I would prefer you stay away but our leader has spoken. We shall stand by you.”

“Both of you are idiots. Go find somewhere else to be.” I wave them off, waiting for Juliette to finish before we walk silently back to her room. Her eyes flit wildly around the small space, no doubt remembering the sweet moments we shared earlier. “Juliette, get some sleep. You’ll need it. Take the bed and I’ll sleep just outside.” The temptation is too great if I stay within the confines of these walls. Juliette doesn’t seem too pleased with that idea, marching over to the door and locking it. I raise an eyebrow as she stomps her way back in front of me, hands poised on her hips, a frown plastered on her face. “What are you doing, sunshine?”

“There’s no reason for you to protect me out there. You can sleep in the same bed.”

I snort at her determination, distancing myself a few steps. “As you wish.” Sleeping on top of the covers will keep anything from happening, right? I'm not prepared for how she huffs over to the mattress and throws back the covers. She glares at me and slides onto the bed before tucking herself in, angrily patting the empty space. Juliette is adorable when she's angry but I won't push my luck as I sit on the edge, preparing to take off my armor. I don't get that far as I feel cold fingers slipping beneath the small space at my waist, petite fingers moving to caress the small of my back. "Juliette," I grind out, biting back the response I truly want to give her. "Rest."

"Too anxious to rest." She begins drawing little circles on my bare skin, my breathing picking up as my control wanes. Juliette is playing with fire and I'm letting her. Earlier was a mistake. A glorious one, but a mistake nonetheless. This is a conscious choice. Juliette is a temptation and I can't help but indulge. I retreat from the bed, turning around with my hands raised, throwing in the white flag before anything has started.

Juliette’s mind, however, is in an entirely different place. Where I am trying to respect her status, she has none of the same reservations.

Juliette turns toward the attached bathroom, her shoulders falling as a heavy sigh follows before she pulls at the sleeves of her gown. The garment slides downward, leaving her nearly bare except for a pair of dark blue panties that do nothing to hide the round cheeks of her ass. Every gorgeous curve of hers is on display, Juliette shimmying the gown the last bit to the ground so she can step out.

“Juliette, what are you doing?”

“I need a shower.”

This woman will be the death of me. “You just had one before dinner.” I stalk over to her, hovering behind her, warring with my desire to hold her and the need to distance myself as my position demands. “Juliette.”

She sighs again, “One more time. That’s all we have, okay? Then I’ll be good. I promise.” Weaker words have never been spoken. Blaise all but told me to follow my heart and Artemis warned that I should nip this in the bud before it becomes too hard to let her go.

Too late.

She guides me to the bed, revealing her true intentions and I hold back a smile as she eagerly waits for me to pull off my armor. Once I remove the few pieces of metal and my sword, Juliette is there in front of me, her hands splayed across my stomach.

“Let me.” Her words are nearly a purr and in this moment, I’d give her the world if she asked. Her hands move upward to cup my breasts, squeezing lightly before she sucks one into her mouth through the fabric of my shirt. I do well not to move despite how much I want to yank her head back and devour her mouth.

Juliette continues to give my breasts attention, alternating between sucking and massaging until a grunt tears from my throat. The princess giggles and pulls back, just enough for her hands to move down to the hem of my shirt and beneath it. I hiss at the cold hands that splay across my stomach but Juliette’s wide-eyed expression keeps me from moving.

Slowly, she peels off my shirt, each layer after that falling in silence. By the time we’re both naked, the desire in her eyes is begging for me to take her. I lean down to taste her sweet lips, Juliette clinging to me like I’m her last lifeline. “Sunshine.” I walk her the last few steps to the mattress, Juliette glued to my chest, her head now buried between my breasts.

“I want to feel you,” Juliette mumbles, the vibration of her words running down to my lower half.

This version of Juliette is different from earlier. This morning she was cute and shy, enticing me to touch. Now, she’s saying the sweetest words and I don’t even think she knows it. “You’re wrapped around me like a koala, sunshine. I’m not sure how else-”

“I want to feel you fucking me.”

My breath catches in my throat as I release her, putting enough distance between us so that I can see her expression. Her eyes dart to the bedroom door, sounds of rowdy tavern goers stumbling their way to their own rooms. She swallows nervously before darting over to her sack at the edge of the bed. Confusion and anxiety spread through me before she returns holding a small velvet bag that has a slight curve to it.

A blush rises to her cheeks as she crushes the bag in her hands, holding it up to me like the entire world is inside that package. “This. I want… can you… would you?”

Is this precious woman truly asking me to fuck her?

I’m not sure whether to laugh at how adorable she is or wrap her in my arms and never let her go. I do neither. Instead, I drag her onto the bed, pushing her to sit, groaning when I unearth the rather thick pink silicone cock that slides from the bag. A strap dangles from the base and a stimulator sits right where I would position it over my clit. Naughty girl.

“Juliette, where did you-”

“No questions. Fuck me.”

I arch an eyebrow, wondering at what point she became so brazen. “Juliette-”

A slow whine peels from her lips as she shifts up on the bed so that she’s sitting on her knees. She looks like the perfect present, waiting for me to corrupt her. “One more time. Please, Ophelia. I won’t say anything when we get back but I have to have this. I have to have you. I want to know what it feels like when you fuck me. When you use me. The others”-

I cut her off, smashing my lips to hers, not wanting to hear about anyone else in her bed. Slowly, I push her farther back onto the mattress until I’m hovering over her small form, my hands roaming up and down her soft stomach. Juliette wiggles beneath me as she delicately holds onto my shoulders.

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