Page 49 of The Lord of Whispers

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Alarie

Laughing at Cass’s stunt with the truffle and wondering how he managed to get such accurate insider information that allowed him to pull it off, I noticed Jay walking out into the winter night. I followed my high lord out onto one of the many verandas at House Preston, the crisp air immediately causing my nipples to cut through the fabric of my dress. Despite being fairly mild, the weather in Vlaise during the winter was still cool, bordering on cold.

“Truffles, huh?” I said with a slight chuckle.

“Come here, Alarie,” he ordered, gesturing toward the end of the balcony.

I lifted an eyebrow at him but made my way to him. The moment I passed behind a large column and was hidden from the view of the general masses, he pressed me into the alcove of the pillar, the rough surface of the wall biting at the exposed skin of my shoulders and the back of my arms.

“What’s this, Jay?” I inquired, my heart racing. “I’ve been particularly well-behaved tonight,” I assured him.

“I tend to agree,” Jay obliged, moving his body into the line of mine.

“Then what’s with this?” I gestured, indicating his large body pressing me into the wall. But even as I pretended to protest, I pressed my body back against his.

Dipping his head into the hollow of my neck, he admonished, “Alarie, Alarie, Alarie. Whatever made you think that you have toprovokeme to take what’s already mine?”

A chill ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the cool winter air. My pulse quickened at his words. Calmly, always calmer than me, he took a step back from me and began to remove the cuff links at his wrists.

I looked at him, puzzled.

“Hold on to these for me for just a moment, will you?” he asked me.

I reached out my hand, but instead of dropping the Azurinium-laced metal pieces in my hand, he pressed them to my lips.

I parted my lips obediently and took the cuff links into my mouth, holding them between my lips and teeth.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly, lifting my gaze to his with his thumb under my chin.

And then his hand moved to his belt, quickly and efficiently unfastening it with a single hand. Taking advantage of the extremely high slit of my dress, he didn’t need to push the dress up as much as open the curtain of fabric to expose my eager sex. He’d planned this, I realized, since the moment we’d left the foyer of House Vitruvian. Perhaps even before. I knew he was the one who had picked out my dress.

Unable to say it through the bit of metal in my mouth, I inwardly hoped the high lord did not rip my panties off me. Due to my run-ins with the high lord throughout the day, I usually ended up having to change my panties about three times a day, sometimes more, either because I’d soaked through them or because Jay had ripped them off me. The ones I wore under my velvet dress were one of my favorite pairs and, in any event, walking around the party the rest of the night with such a high slit and nothing to cover me would be precarious, at best.

“Don’t drop those,” he admonished me, as he wrapped one of my legs around his waist, digging his fingers into my thigh.

He pulled my panties aside and slid into me. I bit on the cuff links between my teeth, suppressing a moan. I was so used to him thoroughly preparing me several times before he ever entered me. Without his usual attention, I was tight, and only the metal between my lips kept me from crying out. He was enjoying the look on my face, my eyes wide as my tightness pressed against him.

“Let me in, Alarie,” he demanded, pushing at my walls.

Each time he thrusted inside of me, my skin scraped against the wall he pinned me to. Once he had made some progress, he lifted my other leg, wrapping it around his waist, burying himself deeper into me as he began to thrust. I pressed my lips together around the cufflinks even harder together to stifle my small noises of pleasure.

“The sooner you give me what’s mine, the better the chance we won’t get caught,” he teased as he moved inside of me.

A flood of excitement ran through me at the idea of someone catching us out on the balcony, propelling me toward my finish line.

“But, Alarie,” he rumbled, plunging into me faster. “I hope someone does come out here and sees me buried deep inside of you, then realizes that the only thing that is keeping you from screaming my name is that bit of metal I shoved between your pretty little lips,” he confessed. “Because you’re mine, and I want everyone to know it.” Possessiveness dripped from every syllable.

His words drove me toward and over the precipice of my orgasm. I held in my moans, biting down on the metal between my lips as I closed my eyes and rode the pleasure radiating through my body. Then I tightened around him, urging him to lose himself at the same time. He slipped a hand between my lower back and the wall and thrust into me fiercely, once again building the throbbing within me. Already, I was clenching around him, on the precipice of my next orgasm.

“That’s right, Alarie, give me more. I want all of you,” he demanded.

My pleasure spilled over once more, and he lost himself within me.

Still pinned to the wall with him inside of me, he reached up and removed his cuff links from my mouth, noting my lipstick on the metal with satisfaction. He kissed me deeply before letting both of my legs slide down his body and allowing me to stand in my heels once more. I could feel his release inside of me, marking me as his, threatening to drip out of my thin panties and down my thighs.

As the high lord unhurriedly guided his belt through the loops of his pants, I asked earnestly, “You really don’t care if we get caught, Jay?”

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