Page 32 of Knightfall
Here.
In the palace.
With a stranger.
When we reached Avia’s door, I pushed off Quinn’s arm. “Thank you.”
He escorted me into her bed and helped me sit. One of her ladies-in-waiting helped pull off my slippers and get me under the covers.
Declan dipped his head in the door shortly after I laid back.
“Same routine as last night?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I called, and Quinn nodded.
Declan ducked out and I heard the door next to ours creak open.
Quinn stared down at me while he waited for Declan to get into place.
“Thank you,” I mumbled. “I’m not sure what’s wrong.”
Quinn simply quirked up one side of his mouth in a half-grin and turned. He marched away with the same silent confidence he always had.
My eyelids fluttered closed as I waited for Avia to get back from lessons. And dark, naughty dreams drifted over me. I was naked, in a bedroom, standing on a plush rug. Ryan was behind me, his large arms wrapped around mine. He palmed my breasts and held me upright as Quinn kissed his way up my right leg, dragging his pointed tongue along the sensitive nerves on my inner thighs. Connor and Declan watched, hands on their dicks. Quinn’s mouth was just about to reach the pinnacle of my thigh when hands started shaking me.
“Are you okay?” Avia’s voice cut through my dream. “Why are you asleep so early?”
I cracked my eyes. “You just ruined an amazing dream.” I pushed her hands off my shoulders.
“You shouldn’t be having amazing dreams mid-morning. What’s going on? And why are you in my room?”
“I think I lost too much blood. I’ve been seeing things all morning. Also, my room is in a tower. We should switch. I can’t pull the man-behind-the-wall trick in my room.”
“What?”
I rubbed my face and stretched. Then I sat up in bed. “What part are you asking about? Rooms? It’s logical.”
“No. Why are you seeing things? What things are you seeing?”
“Well, weird things. I spoke to Lady Agatha—”
Avia groaned.
“Yes, I know. But the point is, I started seeing her naked. Barking and stuff. And then I said to someone else that Connor had a golden tongue and suddenly I was picturing … his tongue turning gold. Or random stuff. Like Connor farting, loud.”
Avia cocked a brow. “Were all of the things you imagined dirty or embarrassing?”
“Um … yes?” I had no idea where she was leading.
She sat on the bed so hard I bounced. “Lean forward,” she commanded.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
I complied. She dug her hands into my hair and started to tug.
“Ow!”
