Page 49 of Cheshire's Smile
“I can feel you,” Hatter gasped, his hips moving faster, shoving Cheshire harder into me. “Oh, fuck, this? This is how it feels for you?” His hips moved even faster, ripping sharp little cries from me. “Cheshire. I’m not going to last. Make our girl come.”
Cheshire purred, his hips pressing down into me so it vibrated against my clit. My mouth fell open with a silent scream, back arching, toes curling, a hot pulse of pleasure making every inch of me come alive.
Hatter gasped and his hips stuttered. Cheshire wasn’t far behind, filling me up with a long low groan.
“That... was... unexpected.” Cheshire panted, leaning over me for a kiss.
“My sentiments exactly.” Hatter kissed his shoulder. His silver gaze locked with mine. “When we get home, we’re going to play all sorts of games with this new bound between us.”
I laughed breathlessly. “I’m going to tease Kat so much about this. She never told me that her and Chess feeleveryemotion.”
A loud knock pounded on the door. “Are you three done in there? We need to talk about saving the Underground now.”
Chapter 22
Instead of coming into the room, they waited for us to pull ourselves together. We ambled into the other room, albeit me on shaky legs that had Hatter and Cheshire oozing with male satisfaction.
Morgana still lounged on the couch. This time with a glass of what looked like faerie wine in her hand. She swirled it around in her glass, arching a brow at me but said nothing otherwise.
Coby and Carban stood off to one side, murmuring to each other with concerning glances tossed my way. While Dorian and Eugene sat at the table in a heated discussion. When we approached Dorian paused and lifted his head.
“Now that is out of your systems, can we focus on the task at hand?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.
I smoothed my hands over my dress and tugged on my tea gloves, my face heating. It would never get easier knowing how little privacy I had now that I was around fae. Even with us rooms away, I had a feeling they had heard every single sound that came from that room.
Pushing my embarrassment down, I inclined my head and stepped forward. Hatter and Cheshire laced their fingers into mine. My eyes met theirs and I didn’t know if the emotion swelling in my heart was mine of Hatter’s and at the moment I didn’t care.
“We have temporarily put a hold on Hatter’s doom,” Eugene began, shifting his weight. “But this isn’t a fix. It’s a band-aide at best. Your magic is sustaining him for now but while it’s made Hatter stronger, it’s has made you vulnerable.”
My brows drew together. “I don’t feel weaker.”
“Not yet,” Eugene explained with a sigh. “But it has put a timeline on finding a solution to this sickness.”
“We have a solution,” Dorian interjected, shooting me a strange look. “We need someone to take the trials.”
My mouth went dry. Licking my lips, I stuttered, “Uh... trials? You mean, we need a High King.”
“Yes.” Dorian’s eyes bore into mine.
“Well, why don’t you do it?” A challenge rang clear in my voice. “You’re strong enough. You take the trials and become High King.”
“I cannot.” Dorian shook his head. “Only someone not royal can become High King.”
“Why?” Coby asked from his place by the wall. “Doesn’t that go against every rule of succession?”
Eugene answered this time. “The High King position doesn’t exist by the same rules. It was meant to be held by a regular citizen. Not just any citizen though. Someone who wouldn’t be biased to one side of the other.”
“So you need a half breed.” Cheshire’s words came out a rough growl. “Like my son.”
“Or Kat,” I added on, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “They’re both unaligned with either side of the courts. One of them could do it.” Then I paused, my eyes closing briefly in realization. “But Kat’s...” I drew out, my eyes landing on Dorian, “... pregnant.”
The UnSeelie prince stiffened but said nothing otherwise.
“Yes,” Eugene continued unaware of his son’s discomfort. “Either one of them would work. However, I don’t see Kat wanting to put herself in danger in her condition. A fae child is a rare thing indeed and I think everyone would be hard pressed to let her do it.”
“My son will not be a pawn,” Cheshire snarled, taking a step forward. I released Hatter’s hand, smoothing my hand up and down Cheshire’s arm. “He’s been used enough.”
“You’re mistaken.” Eugene laced his fingers in his lap. “High King isn’t a pawn. They’re the judge, jury, and executioner. He or she,” his eyes darted to me for a moment before continuing, “would be in charge of everyone in the Underground. When there is a conflict between the sides, they would decide on the best path forward and they will have all the power of the Underground to make it happen.”
