Page 41 of Knightfall
Ithrew on a pale green dress, which Ryan buttoned for me.
“I can’t believe I just said the words ‘ass play’ in front of one of my fathers,” I groaned.
“If I have my way, you’ll say a lot worse things than that,” Ryan winked.
I rolled my eyes as I slipped on dry shoes, though part of me hoped he was serious.
We ran through several secret passages in order to get to Mother as quickly as possible. When we had to take a sharp turn and go down some steps, I nearly fell. Ryan latched onto my hand and stopped me from tumbling face-first. And he didn’t let go. It might have been wonderful under other circumstances. I might have taken it as a sign. Read something into it. But he grabbed my burned hand.
“Ow!” I pulled away from him.
“What’s wrong?” he stopped and pulled my hand toward him. Not that he could see anything in the dark passageway.
“The salamander burned my hand.”
“Of course, it did. Here,” Ryan put his large hand over mine. His was so big that both my hands might have fit into his palm. A dull pink light emanated from his hand.
And my burn disappeared.
“Your magic is pink,” I marveled.
“Shut your mouth about that,” Ryan’s voice was strained. “Not the time to make fun of me.” I could feel his hand clench over mine. He trembled with restraint, trying not to crush my fingers when that’s what his body urged him to do.
“Sorry. Here.” I pushed the tiniest pulse of peace I could manage. Lime green light lit his features for a moment, and the twisted expression on his face relaxed.
He sighed. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem,” I replied, pulling my sleeve more securely over my wrist, where a small gash had ripped open the moment I used my magic. “Was it enough?”
I think Ryan nodded in the darkness. “Yeah. First time I haven’t had to punch a wall.”
I didn’t quite know what to say to that. “Well, shall we?”
“Yup.”
We made our way quickly to the hallway where mother’s room was located. That was as far as we could go within the secret passageway. The Queen’s Chamber had to be entered through the door by everyone but herself. Ryan opened the seam on the spelled door and let us into the hall.
I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the light, only to find his hand extended toward me.
I looked side to side to see if someone was standing nearby. Or behind me. I pointed at Ryan’s hand. “Is that for me?”
Ryan grabbed my hand and yanked me toward him. He started walking to mother’s door, pulling me along. “Shut up and follow.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ryan’s eyes glittered as he glanced back at me. “You’ll be saying a lot of that later.”
“You don’t hear it enough all day from your men?”
Ryan reached Mother’s door but didn’t open it. Instead, he pulled me close. He leaned down and whispered into my ear. “None of my men say it while they’re on their knees, about to suck my cock.”
I nearly came undone at his words. My eyelids fluttered. My thighs tightened in anticipation. Ryan had always been the dream of masculine hotness. But paired with this little dominant streak? Intoxicating. I was about to be drunk on lust. But I couldn’t let him know that. Not just yet. I wanted his trust first. Then his lust. So I pushed back. “And you think I’m going to do that? Get on my knees and suck you off?” I trailed my breath over his neck, teasing.
His grip on my hand grew tighter. His other hand grabbed onto my hip and squeezed. “Pretty sure you already showed you were quite willing.”
I grinned and pulled away. “We’ll see.”
“You have six years to make up for,” he growled. “Since the night I signed that damned contract.”
