Page 57 of Brighter Than Gold

“You’re not scandalized by any of this?” I said quietly.

I marked the surge in Reyah’s pupils as she shook her head.

“Gods save me,” I whispered to myself.

Reyah rolled her hips over me again and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore my arousal and think straight.

“I think I understand now…” she purred. “You won’t advance on me because it absolves you of any wrongdoing.”

I sighed. “Do you really think I feel innocent right now?”

But she was probably fucking right, I wouldn’t initiate with her as though it was somehow less wretched; what I was doing with my friend’s wife and sovereign. And while she was pregnant with the future ruler of the Realm, no less. If the Gods didn’t swallow me up for this terrible offence, then I knew Burke would surely kill me with his own hands, if he ever found out. This was stupid, and fucking wrong.

“Callan.”

“Yes?”

“You’re going to have to pretend to be enjoying this. Put your hands on me.”

“What?”

She grabbed my hand and put it firmly on her ass. Shit, I probably looked as uncomfortable as I felt. I took another deep sip of my drink and set it down.

Our attention was grabbed by the sharp shrieks of a woman getting roughly fucked across the room. She held herself over her partner who drove up into her violently from below. She screamed and panted her delight.

Reyah caught my eye. “Fake,” she mouthed. I stifled a laugh.

“How do you know?” She glared at me. Of course she would know.

“That one though,” she said nodding in the direction of a dark-skinned beauty, “she’s really enjoying that.”

I watched the woman who worked herself slowly over her partner, seated in a chair. She straddled the man who guided her hips in a slow rocking motion. The man stared at her so intently, noting every breath, every tiny moan that escaped her mouth. It was clear he was invested in the woman’s pleasure as much as his own.

“Rare breed, those kinds of men,” Reyah said, as I stared on.

All I wanted was to be close to Reyah, to smell her, to taste her cunt, to be inside of her. I wanted to be the source of all of her pleasure, I would spend the rest of my life on my knees watching her come. My cock surged hard and heavy and I swallowed more of my drink.

“Do you like watching, or being watched as well?” I whispered.

Her cheeks blushed but she didn’t answer. As inconspicuously as I could, I snaked a hand up her ruffled skirt. Reyah melted into my touch, a sharp inhale followed by a roll of her hips.

“Easy. You have to be quiet.” My fingers brushed against her underclothes, and I felt how damp they were. “This isn’t all an act, is it?”

She breathed heavily as she shook her head. How could I pull back now? How could I ever deny this woman anything?

I rubbed her through the wet lace, and she pushed back against my hand. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she tugged at the loose curls at my nape. I pulled the lace aside and she moaned as our skin touched.

“Do you want to come on my hand, Princess?”

She looked at me, shocked. “Yes.”

“Can you keep your voice down, so you don’t attract attention?”

“Yes. I will. Please, Callan.” Her voice was only a whisper.

Reyah stifled her cry as I sunk two fingers deep inside of her. The incursion alone was enough to set her on edge as her face twisted with delight.

“Quiet,” I growled into her ear.

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