Page 24 of Make Me Bee-lieve

“I’m sorry,” I mutter quickly, and I’m ready to withdraw my hand when she shakes her head.

“No, no, it’s fine. You didn’t hurt me. That feels good,” she says.

I press my fingers deeper inside of her, until they’re as far as they can go. Then Polina does something I don’t expect: she grinds against my hand. “Hold still,” she commands. I don’t dare move. Not when she stares at me like this, with the ferocity of a general addressing her troops. Her hips buck as she rides my hand, and it’s awkward to just … stand here, doing nothing, so I press my lips to the shell of her ear again. She lets out a soft moan, and I run my teeth along her earlobe. Her bucking becomes more erratic, more frantic.

“Come for me, Sunshine,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear. Who the fuck is this man, speaking to this beautiful woman this way? Because it sure as hell isn’t me. But when Polina all but melts against my chest as she continues to ride my hand, I know I’m on the right track. “That’s right, moan for me,” I whisper hoarsely. “I want you to look at me while you fuck yourself on my hand.”

Polina’s eyes lift to mine, and then all of a sudden, she comes undone. Her cunt clenches around my fingers, and hot, sticky warmth runs down my wrist. When I look down, I see she’s … dribbling golden, shimmering cum down her thigh. Holy shit. Did this really just happen?

Was that because of me? I made her feel that good?

Polina presses her mouth to mine, and all my trepidation from seconds ago evaporates. Now, there’s only the two of us and the way her luscious body feels against mine. Perfect. She feels like she belongs to me, when she’s in my arms like this. What an outrageous thought, right?

When we break the kiss, she pecks her lips to my throat and says, “I think we have just enough time for you to have your turn, now.”

I blink, and my voice dies on my lips before I can croak out a response.

But then the doors to the study open and slam shut, making us both jump. Polina quickly moves her thong back into its rightful place and pulls her skirts down, hiding all evidence of our deed within seconds. There’s just one problem. Polina’s cum is still coating my fingers. I do the only thing I can think of in that moment – I pop my fingers into my mouth and lick them clean. Polina’s eyes widen when she realizes what I’m doing.

Her cum tastes like the sweetest honey I’ve ever had.

When the adrenaline finally wears off, I look down at her and wince when I see the look of irritation on her face. Her cheeks are red, but not from embarrassment or our closeness. She’s enraged. I can practically feel the steam wafting off her as she balls her hands into fists.

“Po?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Your High-neeeeessssss?” a sing-songy voice rings out. “Yoooohoooooo. Dearest!”

It’s her fiancé. Florian must be done with his tasks, then. So much for getting to escape. I pinch the space between my brows and whirl around just as he peeks around the bookshelf. When he sees me, his glossy eyes flicker with … is that resentment? But it’s gone within a heartbeat, and then a broad smile creeps across his face like that of a malicious marionette puppet. This guy, fiancé or not, is creepy.

“There you are, my dear,” he croons, then steps around the stack. His slender abdomen drags across the plush red carpet with every step. His wings unfurl loosely, and they, too, drag on the ground behind him.

I don’t think I’ll ever get over what a disturbing silhouette he cuts. Polina at least has a soft figure. Round, with swooping curves that make her huggable. Florian does not look huggable. If anything, he reminds me a little of the flying ants that used to squeeze into my bedroom window during the summer months and get all over the place.

“You are not an easy woman to track down, even within your own palace,” Florian says, his voice dropping an octave. The change in his demeanor is so quick I almost get whiplash. My gut tells me I should put myself between this guy and Polina, but the reasonable part of my brain wants to remind me that … no, I have no right to assert myself like that. This is her fiancé.

Polina sighs and lolls her head to the side. “What is it you need, Florian? Did you take care of your tasks already?”

Florian nods. “That I did, my dear. The food is taken care of, and your aunt has dealt with the musicians. Everything is well underway for tomorrow evening. But Majordomo Elza wishes to speak with you at once. The scouts have returned.”

My heart leaps into my throat, and without thinking, I step forward. “They’re back? Did they see anything? My Shrinkatron?”

Florian raises an incredulous eyebrow. “My, you are certainly in a hurry to leave, aren’t you, Caretaker? I am sorry. I really have no idea. Their report is for Her Highness,” he says. “In the meantime, Ser Beatrix has offered to…” He peers at me and sniffs the air, like he just caught a whiff of something unpleasant. “Keep the Caretaker entertained.”

Polina gives me an apologetic smile and curtsies, which earns her a scowl from Florian. What is this guy’s problem? I mean, aside from the fact that he’s pretty much the sacrificial lamb in the hive, and his days are numbered. That would make anyone a cranky asshole, I guess.

But from the way his eyes dart back and forth, the way he stares at me with particular interest, he almost seems … suspicious? Once Polina leaves and the door to the study slams shut again, Florian turns back to give me another look of pure disdain.

“Listen, Caretaker. I understand that you mean well, and you have our people’s best interests at heart…” he begins. I inhale sharply and straighten my back. It doesn’t matter how hard I try, there’s no way I’m going to come anywhere near his height. He’s at least seven feet tall when he isn’t slouching. And he’s definitely not slouching now as he leers at me, his mandibles clicking out an aggressive pattern.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ is coming?” I say, straining my neck to look him right in the eye.

Florian nods. “But Her Highness is preoccupied with so many things these days. Your visit couldn’t have come at a worse time.” He makes a flourish with his hands.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “It’s not as though I came here on purpose,” I grind out. No wonder Po dislikes this guy so much. Every word comes out as a mealy-mouthed reply that makes the hair stand on the back of my neck.

“Yes, we are aware. But be that as it may, it will be imperative for you to leave as soon as the ball is over.”

My throat clenches. “Big hurry to get rid of me, I see.” I’m used to guys like this at the office. And I’m used to having to stand my ground against them, so long as we aren’t playing sports together. “I’m not trying to cause you or your people any trouble, Florian. I’ve been wanting to get back home as soon as I arrived. No offense, of course.”

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