Page 30 of Glass Hearts
I can see the large outline of his very hard dick in his pants. It has me biting my lip. The rumours seem not to be wrong about the well-endowed fire prince.
“Don’t look at me like that, Duchess. I am trying really hard to be a gentleman.” He goes into the bathroom, coming back to my bedside with a glass of water. “My brothers are looking for me, and as much as I don’t care what they think about you being mine, I don’t want them to get rid of you because of how you affect me.”
With one last searing kiss, he heads out onto the balcony. I sit up a bit, the cool air hitting my flushed face, and look over as I see him start to climb down the towering stone walls.
“Holy fuck!” I get out of bed, still very much naked, and go out to the balcony to make sure he is okay. He hangs off the edge effortlessly as he looks me up and down.
“I will never tire of seeing that view. Goodnight, Duchess.” He pulls up from the edge and places a chaste kiss on my lips before quickly climbing down the stone wall.
With a shake of my head, I return to the soft embrace of my bed. My body is still tingling, in shock at what transpired. It’s a dangerous feeling.
I can see him stealing my heart, only to break it.
I am just a novelty. Once he fucks me, all those sweet words will probably disappear. And when he sees the scars on my back, he will probably feel disgust.
I need to be careful.
Grayer
Tasting my duchess was probably not a good idea. Originally, I had intended just to visit her, to get to know her a bit better. But then she came out of that bathroom in a tiny towel, with wine-stained lips and desire in her eyes. She makes me a very weak man.
I understand my brothers’ demand that I stay away from her. Yet I see how much she pulls them to her just as much as she pulls me. Getting down from the stone wall, I stroll back into the north tower entrance.
While I was with my duchess, they had sent a question about my whereabouts through the bond. So, of course, I find them with their ears to the door right outside Arabella’s room.
“And you all call me the crazy stalker one?”
Three sets of eyes pierce me as I put my hands in my pockets and grin, leaning against the wall. The picture of an innocent man.
“We worried you got into the vixen’s room. We heard her moan. Now why, Grayer, would she be doing that while you were missing?” Sylas inquires. He looks nonchalant, ever the steady force in our group. Yet I notice the way he is fraying. His hands form fists, basically turning white from his strength.
“Need to punch something, brother?”
“Where have you been, Grayer?”
“Can’t a man go for an evening stroll? And perhaps she is just getting herself off, thinking about me, naturally.” I shoot him adevious wink. Oh, how I want to gloat about how sinfully perfect Arabella is. They can go for those court ladies. I think I will stick to my little thief.
Koi stares longingly at the door, as if he suddenly has the magical ability to see through inanimate objects. Archer has his arms crossed, and I agree with my duchess. He truly has been an icy bastard lately.
Sylas shoulders past me, but he must smell the duchess’s arousal on my face because in the next second, he has me by the throat, pinning me to the wall.
“What. The Fuck. Grayer. This better be from one of your female rotations.” This has the other men coming towards me, looking just as furious.
Well, triple fuck.
I put my hands up in surrender, and he loosens the hold on my neck. Though not completely removing his hand.
“Look. I am just trying to get her out of my system. All I did was go down on her. She wanted me just as much, and I obliged. I won’t marry the thief. I have already sent for Adrianna to warm my bed next week.” It’s all a lie. I can’t stand that woman.
I don’t feel great about lying to my brothers. But I don’t think they seem to understand that she is simply mine. They are fighting their desires. Heck, maybe she could even be all ours?
For the past few hours, and even before I got a taste of her, I have been racking my brain, trying to figure out how to be with her without the stuffy council getting involved. Even thinking of how I would give up my crown. Maybe we can steal from people together? We steal from people and then fuck on all the jewels we stole. Wow, look at me turning into a romantic.
“Good.” Sylas says as he releases my neck. Storming off. It’s getting late, so he must be off to the pleasure district to get in on a fight. I feel bad for the fucker up against him tonight. I lookat Koi, and he nods his head. He follows Sylas, secretly to make sure he will be okay at the fight. Or at least not kill anyone.
Archer looks pensive, which is never a good sign. “Tell me, brother, you have never given pleasure to a woman without the end goal being your own pleasure. You were always the taker. What gives? Why don’t you and I join Sylas and Koi at the pleasure district this evening? If Arabella is of no matter to you, then you wouldn’t mind sharing someone with me tonight?”
“Nah, I’m good. I am tired,” I say as I shoulder past him.
