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“If I win,” I say slowly, glancing around to make sure no one is within earshot, “I get to decide where I want your tongue.” Then I strike.
Chapter Eleven: Bahira
Mymoanssaturatetheair in Max’s bedroom as I claim my prize for winning our sparring match. After legitimately trying for all of five minutes, Max let me best him with a move he could have easily blocked. With the metal tip of my spear pointed at his neck, he smiled down at me as if he had just become the champion of a kingdom-wide tournament.
Discreetly—at my request—he led me back to his place through the cover of the thick trees surrounding the training grounds. We showered together, but also at my request, we kept our hands to ourselves. I was in no rush to have this moment over before it started. Ineededthis distraction. That didn’t stop either of us from eyeing the other intensively before we finally made it to the bedroom.
Thankfully, Max has proven that he isveryskilled with his tongue. His wide jaw creates the most perfect place for me to sit, my knees on either side of his head. He holds my hips, those large hands fanning across them more gently than I wish they would. The thought causes a shiver to roll down my spine as he continues encouraging me to move faster on top of his mouth. My toes curl from the tingling sensation building at my center. His eyes sear into me as I slowly slide my hands up my stomach in tantalizing motions until I reach my breasts. My pace picks up, Max more than willing to help my hips move, as his tongue continues its assault on my clit. I knead my breasts and pinch and pull on my nipples, giving myself that small bite of pain I crave. With another roll of my hips, my thighs clench together and a wickedly loud moan leaves my lips as I climax. Max holds me in place, his tongue diving into me as he consumes my release like it’s a favorite meal he’s been denied for too long.
“I need more,” I say breathlessly, every nerve ending still buzzing. Max wastes no time picking me up from his face as he sits up, no easy feat considering I am not a small woman. I move to my hands and knees, anticipation coiling within as Max positions himself behind me. Looking at him over my shoulder, I shudder as his eyes devour the part of me he wants to claim. It’s like being hunted by a dangerous predator, and at this moment, I am more than willing to be prey.
Lining himself up, he begins to push into me at an agonizingly slow pace, groaning when he can feel how ready for him I am. I force my hips back hard until he is buried to the hilt and I’m stretched around him indecently. A slight prickle of pain quickly gives way to pleasure as we both pause, our breathing ragged.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath.
My hips start moving in small circles in response, and I smirk when he lets out another string of curses. Tension starts building again as he thrusts into me. I throw my head back, my long curly hair tickling me as it fans across my skin. The memory of my night with Gosston pierces my lust-addled brain, and for a moment, I lose my focus and fall out of rhythm. Max, however, is intent on making sure I stay thoroughly distracted and pulls my hips back in time with his next thrust.
“Harder,” I command. His pace slows down as he thrusts deeper into me, his grunts meeting my moans like an obscene, forbidden song. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me up so that my back meets his chest. Gently moving my hair over my shoulder, he then trails a hand over my breast and down my stomach until he reaches between my legs, circling my clit with precision. My back arches as I gasp for air, tilting my hips to get him even deeper.
“Fuck. Yes, Bahira.” His thrusts start to speed up again, his breathing as staccato as mine.
“Work me harder if you want me to come with you,” I urge, my nails digging into his forearm. Max rises to the challenge, hitting me deeper while also moving those deft fingers faster. His other hand moves back and forth between my breasts, mimicking what he saw me do to them earlier. Finally, I’m near the edge again, my orgasm right on the cusp. My inner muscles clench together, and after a few more punishing thrusts, I’m screaming as I fall over that ledge, Max following shortly after with a noise that can only be described as a roar. We’re a heaving, sweaty mess on our knees, Max’s arms still wrapped around my torso holding me to him. He stills suddenly, the tension in his corded arms making the veins there more pronounced.
“Please tell me you’re taking something to prevent pregnancy.” The fear in his voice makes me laugh as he slowly begins to pull out behind me.
“Yes, I’m taking the preventative tonic,” I confirm, groaning again when he fully slips out.
“Thank the stars above. I’ll get a towel.” He moves from the bed and into the bathroom as I search the floor for my undergarments. “I didn’t think it would be this easy, you know,” he says, walking back into the room and handing me a wet towel to clean myself up with as he begins to pull his trousers on.
“You didn’t think what would be easy?” I question, my back to him as I grab my own tunic and trousers off the floor, grimacing when I remember how dirty they are from training this morning.
“Bedding you,” he responds with an air of nonchalance that makes me grip my clothing tighter.
“And why would you assume it would be easy?” I challenge, pulling the tunic over my head and promptly cursing when it gets snagged on my hair.
“Gosston said all I had to do was invite you to spar, and it would end in fucking.” I turn to look at him when I finally get my wretched top on. Max takes in the hard look on my face and cringes before shrugging and adding, “He wasn’t wrong.”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “Did Gosston also tell you that he lasted all of five thrusts before he came?” I ask, stepping into my pants. Max barks out a laugh, shaking his head.
“No, he conveniently left that out. He did say that you cried after, telling him you wished you had magic.”
My hands tying the laces of my trousers falter as anger floods my veins and a vow begins to chant in my mind: I’m going to murder Gosston.
“What else has he been running his mouth about?” I grit out, turning to face Max as my hands go to my hips. He suddenly gets quiet, pinching his lips together as he avoids looking at me. My hands fly up in exasperation. “Really?Nowyou’re not going to talk?” I don’t know why I’m surprised to hear that Gosston has already spread word of our night together. Though together is hardly the right word considering it was mostly just him drunkenly coming at record speed. Still, thick regret and something that feels an awful lot like shame begins to settle heavily on me.
“I don’t want to cause problems,” he deflects, his voice becoming higher, as if he’s scared of my reaction.
If I weren’t already heated with anger, I might have laughed. “It’s too late for that,” I mumble, lacing up my sandals and heading towards the hallway outside of the room.
“Does this mean I’ve lost my chance for a repeat sparring session?” he yells after me.
“You never had one.”
Without another word, I step out and start my walk home through the forest. The earthy scent of the trees and foliage calms some of the rage in my veins though images of stabbing Gosston with my spear dance in my mind the entire walk home.
After spending my shower wondering how much trouble I would get in if I maimed Gosston, I dress and walk to the library. The late afternoon sun shines through gaps in the canopy above, dotting the gray stone pathway with golden light. While the palace itself is mostly secluded for security, the surrounding area does boast several residential homes. Smoke trails out of a few chimneys as I follow the path lined by the thick foliage. The remnants of a cool spring breeze blow my hair faintly as I walk and nod to mages who pass me. While my distraction with Max had been successful—prior to the Gosston comments—all my previous worries bubble right back up to the surface. I find myself eager to find refuge within the pages of a book and, hopefully, some ideas on what to experiment on next.
My steps quicken when the rectangular two story white building comes into view. While it does have draping vines at its entrance and beautifully carved wood-lined windows, the structure stands out like a white cloud among a green sky. It is made of white dragon stone, like most of the buildings and homes, which is sourced from the Fae Kingdom through trade deals. Their dragon stone is easily carved but extremely durable. In exchange for the building material, we provide the fae with an abundance of fruits and vegetables not easily grown in their own mountainous terrain.
