Page 31 of Cheshire's Smile
The purring rumble that answered me sent a thrill down my spine. Cheshire’s free hand gripped my knee and easily drew them apart. Then he pushed the ruined skirt of my dress up until his fingers played with my bare soaked folds.
“Look at you, already so ready for me,” Cheshire growled low, his fingers lightly teasing up and down my core.
I gasped. My hips bucked, swiveling for more pressure. More friction. “Please, Cheshire.”
A masculine chuckle of satisfaction vibrated along my spine before the pad of his finger found the sensitive bundle of nerves. He pressed down, not moving, just giving me the pressure I craved.
But it was not enough. His tail slipped off his shoulder and wrapped around my ankle, forcing my legs further apart.
“Reaper, you are beautiful,” Cheshire murmured against my cheek, his eyes down on my exposed flesh. “I can’t wait to have you writhing beneath me again.”
“Then stop teasing me,” I quipped, grabbing at his hair. “Kat could call at any moment and I need to come.”
“Hmmm, such a greedy girl,” Cheshire hummed before he pressed a chastising kiss to my nose. “And yet I cannot find myself able to deny you.”
His finger moved in a circular pattern around my clit. Every third pass, he would swipe it across the top, making my hips jolt. I was dripping on the chair, though I couldn’t find it in me to care if the guards could smell me when they came back. All I wanted was for Cheshire to keep touching me.
“I’m close,” I panted, my fingers tightening in his long locks. “Please, don’t stop.”
Cheshire’s eyes darted between my face to between my legs as if he couldn’t decide which he wanted to watch more. His hand on my breast tightened to an almost painful squeeze at the same time his finger picked up the pace.
Then I was falling apart, my eyes blackening at the edge, my mouth opening in a silent scream.
Faintly, I heard a ringing sound, which was new for me. Usually, I almost go deaf when I orgasmed. Suddenly, hearing sounds must be a new high that only Cheshire could take me to.
“Alice, pet.” Cheshire brushed his lips across my forehead as he continued to stroke me through my release. “Your mirror.”
“My mirror?” I panted, brows furrowed. Then my eyes widened as I realized that ringing sound wasn’t in my ears—it was on the desk in front of me.
I grappled for the compact, shoving my skirt down even though I knew Kat wouldn’t be able to see it. Then I opened the device.
Chapter 14
It wasn’t Kat’s face that greeted me. A pair of bright emerald, green eyes blinked back at me. Pale pink hair hung over his shoulder in a braid, his stripped cat ears twitched on his head. A sly grin tugged at his lips that resembled his mate’s so much that it was scary.
“What were you doing just now, Miss Liddell?” The knowing gleam in his eyes told me Chess knew exactly what I had been doing.
Before I could answer, Cheshire pushed his face into the frame. “Hello, son.”
Chess’s smirk twisted into a grimace. “Oh, Reaper. I... ugh... no... please... don’t tell me.”
I held in a laugh. At least, it was good to know that even fae flinched at the prospect of their parents being intimate. I had a feeling I was going to have fun using this against Chess in the future. Pay back for all the times, I’d walked in on him and Kat over the past year.
“I’m glad you called. Though I’d hoped for Kat.” I sighed, hoping the flush of my cheeks had calmed some. “Maybe you can help me.”
“So glad to be worthy of your time,” Chess snorted. “What do you need?”
I picked up the compact and turned it toward the monitor. “Do you know who this man is on the screen?”
Leaning forward so his face was pressed closed to the mirror, Chess squinted at the monitor. “Isn’t that the man who had a big white wolf? They stabbed him and then came back to life? Such a convoluted show. I never could keep up with all the goings on in it. And do not get me started on those twins who were fuckingeach other. I mean, we’re fae and far more flexible with our bodies, but relatives are where I draw the line.”
My finger tapped rapidly on the desk while I waited for him to finish his ranting. “Yes, yes. I know. What’s it called?”
Chess’s brows furrowed. “Uh...Sword Throne? Something like that. I know there was a big throne of swords of some kind.”
“That doesn’t sound comfortable,” Cheshire commented from behind me. “How does one sit on a throne of swords without getting stabbed?”
I sighed and rubbed my temple. “The throne isn’t pointy, just parts of it are. AndSword Thronedoesn’t sound right.”
