Page 51 of Godsbane
“All day?” I tease, guiding his hand lower down my body. “Surely we could think of more locations than just this bed if we’re going to be hereall day.”
We both know we have to leave. Departure for Amale is as inevitable as the sunrise. But we can spare at least another hour in this rapidly fleeting haven.
A loud bang echoes through the quiet room, freezing us both in place. Seconds pass like hours until another, more forceful knock rattles the door again.
“Stay here,” Cal commands against the back of my neck.
I pull the covers higher over my naked body to ward off the chill that hits me when he vacates our bed. Cal grabs a towel from the stack on the bedside table, tying it around his hips and slipping a dagger in the waistband as the mysterious stranger knocks a third time.
“What?!” he shouts, opening the door only a crack to shield me from prying eyes.
Even from this close, I can’t make out what the person says before Cal slams the door and turns to face me. An ivory envelope with a ruby red seal rests in his hands. I know exactly who it’s from, and it can’t be good.
I spring from the bed and rush to grab the envelope from his hand, ripping through the flourishing gold script that adorns the front.
“What does he want?” Cal asks, anger lacing his words as I read.
“He’s summoned us to his manor.” I read on, shaking my head furiously when I come acrossbring your bagsandguest of honor. “Do you think the soldiers notified him of our arrival?”
“No, those were Marks’ men. They were just passing through. I doubt they’re in Rollins’ pocket too.”
Cal holds out his hand and I place the Ruby governor’s missive in his waiting palm.
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” I disagree. “Rollins only cares about power and the vote is stacked in Marks’ favor at the moment. He’ll be leaving for Amale any day now so this has to be a last ditch effort to make sure I don’t arrive.”
I pace the room, analyzing everything I know about the governor that could be useful today.
“I don’t trust him, Cal. Hide blades wherever you can. His guards will strip you of your sword as soon as we arrive and we may have to fight our way out of there.”
Cal drags a hand across his stubbled chin, the muscles in his arms tensing. “You need to get dressed right now.”
If the governor thinks he can summonme and I’ll come running like one of his subjects, he is sorely mistaken. “The Governor already thinks I’m an impertinent bitch. He can wait.”
“How long can he wait, Ivy?” Cal asks, his voice deep and assertive. “Because right now, you are standing there completely naked talking about strategy and hidden blades … and all I can think about is bending you over that desk and fucking you until you scream my name.”
Oh.Well that certainly sounds more fun than whatever Rollins has planned.
“This desk?” I ask coyly, looking over my shoulder as I prowl toward it.
My fingers trail across the writing surface and I give it a little shake to see if the furnishing is as flimsy as it appears. Unconvinced the wobbly legs will survive this, I lean over the desk and beckon him to come closer with a crook of a single finger.
A primal sound reverberates through the room. Cal is behind me in an instant, gripping my hair and pulling my head backwards towards his ear.
“You know damn well I meanthis fucking desk, you wicked woman.”
His free hand kneads my breast in rough, sinful circles. The thin towel around his waist does little to cover the hardness that presses against my ass.
“Do you still want me to get dressed?” I ask breathlessly. “Or should we try that other thing you had in mind?”
His grip on my hair tightens, arching my back nearly to its limit.
“I have many …manythings in mind for you, princess. Sweet things. Rough things. Things that would make the god of pleasure blush. Do you want to find out what they are?”
“See for yourself,” I breathe out, guiding Cal’s hand from my chest down to my slick thighs. He nearly purrs when his fingers slide between them and find me ready to take him.
“So needy.” He flicks his finger, taunting me. I squirm, searching for the friction he’s denying but met only with a villainous laugh instead. “Not yet, princess.”
A second finger joins in, the two working in tandem to strum my most sensitive area. “You get more when I think you’re ready for more.”
