Page 48 of The Huntsman's Heart
A tic jumps in his jaw. “You showed me my place last night, and I have not forgotten. But rest assured I know better how to pleasure a woman than the ones who left you wanting. Have any of them managed to bring you to climax?”
I scoff. “And you think you could?”
“I would make sure of it.”
The arrogance in his expression lights a fire in my belly. Or perhaps it was already lit by lewd thoughts I’ve run over in my mind all day. I want to feel that height of rapture I felt last night again. I want to feel a mouth on my cunt, a face squeezed between my thighs.
“Get on your knees then,” I challenge him, assuming that’s not what he had in mind.
To my surprise, Alaric sinks to his knees, looking up at me from glowing blue eyes. “As you wish.”
Ignoring the way my fingertips tingle with awareness and my chest grows tight at the thought of potentially making myself vulnerable with him, I pull up my skirts, hitching them beneath my belt to bare my snatch for him.
As I approach, he sinks lower onto his heels so that I can sling a leg around his shoulders and bring his face to the place I want him. I take a fistful of his hair and tilt his head to the right angle, looking down at him, waiting for him to fight this. To try to overpower me.
He certainly could. I’m off balance like this, exposed to him. Instead he simply places one hand on either of my hips, keeping me steady. I hold him there, face an inch from my wet slit, waiting.
“You are even more beautiful now than you were,” he confesses suddenly.
I laugh. “Unlikely.”
“It is true. Before you were a pretty girl. Stubborn, but pretty.”
“And now?”
“Now you are a woman, come into your power. You are simply taking what is yours.”
Quickly I pull his face to my cunt to stop myself from being moved by his sweet words and the way he looks at me from between my legs. It’s a look of admiration, of respect. It’s a look I did not know I needed from him until this moment.
It only takes me a second to realize his claim may actually have merit. As good as Raban’s mouth felt last night, it is nothing to the skillful way Alaric moves the flat of his tongue over the nub of my pleasure. Where Raban sucked me, Alaric teases and flicks that secret spot with just the right blend of pressure and motion.
I groan and rock my hips against his mouth as much as his grip on me will allow. It’s like another fight, but this time the challenge is to see who can pull the other closer, apply more pressure.
Unlike when I sat on Raban, I don’t care if I hurt Alaric. I’m almost certain I can’t, and even if I could, I would have no regrets. He isn’t careful with me either. His fingers dig painfully into my hips as if his thirst is unquenchable.
He moans against my lower lips when he draws a trickle of moisture from me. There are no manners here. No please and thank you. We are rivals in this as much as we have ever been, only here we strive for the same goal.
When I soar over the edge of pleasure after only a few minutes, I let out a hoarse shout. Alaric doesn’t stop, only continues his furious onslaught until I’m shaking, completely unable to hold myself up. I feel myself falling, unable to do anything to stop or catch myself. At the very last moment, as I’m torn from his grip,I topple into warm waiting arms, sinking into Raban’s embrace as the last of the bliss melts from my limbs.
I sigh.
Raban presses a kiss to my forehead, and from beside him there’s a low hum of appreciation. “You need to teach us how to do that,” whispers Corvin.
I blink open my eyes to see Alaric smirking at me like he has just been crowned king. Despite the pleasure which lingers still in the slow, languorous throb of my cunt, that smirk makes me angry. I should have known not to let him free.
I struggle to my feet and pull down my skirt. “Do not just stand there staring. Tie him back up again and wash him down. He is a mess.” I could thank him. Could cede the victory and admit he was right.
I do neither. Instead, I turn my back on him and stalk away to toss bones for the hounds to fetch and sulk like the petty child who got what she wanted and isn’t sure what to do with it.
After some time, the hounds grow bored and run off to find better game in the rats that nest among the castle debris.
I feel Évandre’s calm presence before I hear him. I’m not surprised when I turn to see him sit down next to me on the fallen stone slab. “Did you give him the right to touch you, princess?”
He sounds surprised and frankly I’m surprised at myself. “Yes.”
Évandre is quiet for a time.
I pick at a loose thread in my ruined skirt. “Are you upset with me?”
