Page 46 of Drama Queen

Ironcrest Academy – Sara Hinds

One

EMORY

“Tellme you won’t go, Em,” Zephyr asks, his voice low, almost pleading.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I huff, pushing off his chest to stare down at him.

He’s not.

I can see it as he stares up at me with those damn pleading eyes.

“Right now, Z?”

Of all the damn times he has to bring this shit up, it has to be now? Can’t he just fuck me and not talk, for once?

Who am I kidding? I should have expected this. He’s been hounding me about it all damn week. He knows as well as I do what’s coming, and given our history, I’m not surprised he knows what I’m planning.

“You can’t, Em. It’s forbidden,” he says, then has the audacity to buck his hips up, burying his cock deeper inside of me and making my breath hitch.

I swear I would stab him if he wouldn’t take it as foreplay.

I pry myself from his grasp. His fingernails dig into my skin as he refuses to let go, but I don’t flinch. If anything, it onlymakes me want to stay more. But I don’t care how badly I want to come, it’s not worth having this damn conversation for the hundredth time.

“Em,” he whines, reaching out in an attempt to grab me, but I wiggle free. His dick slips out of me, still hard and no doubt standing at attention. I silently mourn the loss of it but keep firm in my resolve.

Serves him right.

“Don’tEm, me. You know I’m going, and you know I don’t give a fuck if it’s forbidden. That has literally never stopped me before,” I growl, annoyed that we're doing this again and at my loss of a perfectly wonderful orgasm.

Hopping off the bed, I look around for my clothes, but even being able to see in the dark doesn’t help. In Zephyr’s haste to get me naked, he’d apparently tossed my clothes into the abyss.

Asshole.

Whatever, he can go without a shirt then.

The bed squeaks behind me as I quickly pull his shirt over my head. Before I can get my arms in the damn sleeves, his much larger one wraps around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I’d tried to put the shirt on, hoping a layer between us would help me resist him. I knew it was dumb. We could both be fully clothed in the middle of the throne room, him in full armor, and I’d still feel this pull toward him.

Fucking stupid fate and their mates.

Blowing out a deep breath, I push my arms through the sleeves and shove my hair out of my face, working hard to ignore him and his stupid lingering fingers. It lasts all of two seconds before his hand slowly begins creeping down my stomach until it hits the hem of his shirt, gently teasing my bare thigh. I know he felt the shiver that ran down my spine from his touch when he breathes a deep chuckle in my ear.

Damn him to the depths of the kelpie; I might just stab him for the fun of it at this point.

“Get out,” I hiss, making no move to pull away from him.

“Do you want me to leave, my lady?” His words roll over the exposed skin of my neck, and goosebumps break out along my body in response.

I grit my teeth at his question; he knows damn well I don’t. He also knows I hate when he calls me that, especially when it’s just the two of us.

“I’m not having this conversation with you again, Zephyr. You know I have to go, and you know why. So why must we keep doing this?” I ask, ignoring his question and hoping to change the subject.

“I know you think you have to, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s forbidden, and if the queen finds out…” he trails off, but he doesn’t need to say more. We both know what would happen should she find out.

But it doesn’t matter, I have to do this.

I might be the princess of the Unseelie court, but that doesn’t mean shit, not when I’m a half-breed. If anything, that makes it harder for me.

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