Page 30 of A House of Fangs & Deceit

Kieran

I staredat the closed door for a solid minute, convincing myself not to barge back in and toss Sam back onto that damned desk and bury myself inside her.

At the time, I’d meant every word I’d said about making her beg for it, but now as I stood here in the hallway, staring at the closed door with a raging hard-on, I realized just how much of a mistake that was.

Samlovedchallenges.

If you told her she couldn’t do something, not only would she do it, but she’d do it in the most spectacular way possible just to rub your nose in it.

She was a deliciously spiteful thing, and I had always absolutely adored that about her.

Until now.

“Fuck me,” I muttered before forcing myself to step away from the door and across the hall to the study I’d claimed as my workspace.

This morning, I’d been very proud of myself for securing the study directly across from me for Sam. I had a feeling she would be drawn to it again, so I’dhelped the visiting noble move and then cleaned it up. It hadn’t taken long, and the delight on Sam’s face had been entirely worth it, but there was no way I could now sit at my desk all day and stare at that closed door.

Or worse, knowing Sam, she would open it at some point and perch her luscious ass on the desk and continue her work just to taunt me.

I spun away from my study and headed towards the stairs, trying to get a hold on myself. I had some appointments later in the morning with some visiting courtiers, but nothing that required much preparation on my part. That meant I had a couple of hours free.

A distraction. That’s what I needed. Just something to take my mind off that throaty sound Sam made just before she came that was part moan and part plea. Or the way the violet fractures of her eyes wound their way through the deep purple reminding me of how the night sky was often painted in Unseelie murals.

I sucked in a deep breath when my cock strained against my breeches as I recalled the feeling of her thighs tightening around me while my tongue devoured every inch of her.

Distraction.Right.

Normally, I didn’t train until the afternoon, but there were always some off-duty rangers around. Someone who would likely spar with me.

“What are you doing?”

I turned from where I’d stopped in the middle of the hallway and saw Alaric walking out of Carmilla’s study. He took in my disheveled appearance, eyes darting down to the bulge in my pants before he gave me an exasperated look.

“Really, Kier?” He shook his head and stepped around me.

I trailed after him, trying in vain to adjust my pants to make myself more comfortable.

This was far from the first time Alaric had caught me in acompromising position. If anything, this was tame compared to the rest. Thankfully, my dick started to calm down by the time we reached his office, and I settled down in one of his chairs.

“It’s too early for you to be smelling like pussy in my study,” Alaric said in an annoyed tone as he stared forward.

“It’s never too early for that,” I scoffed as I slid a scrutinizing glance over his face and noticed him clenching and unclenching his jaw.

That was the Alaric equivalent of screaming and punching a wall. He must still be really pissed about his encounter with Samara earlier this morning, which meant I should probably avoid mentioning what I’d just done with her.

Alaric sighed. “Do I even want to know who your dalliance for the week is this time?”

Shit.

I paused, thinking about what I should tell him.

Alaric wasn’t just my best friend, he was my first friend. Everyone had an agenda in the House I grew up in, including my parents. They arranged “friends” for me throughout my childhood, making sure I only associated with the children of Moroi who could provide my parents with political connections.

When I got shipped off to House Harker at fourteen years old, I was well-practiced in wearing different masks.

The dutiful son.

The charming young man.

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