He stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, looking at once aroused and amused, until finally that same devilish smile she’d seen before crept over his handsome face. “Yes, only tempted, princess.” Then he slowly stepped up to the headboard and began untying one wrist. “And I’m afraid you’ll have to leave now.”
Even the touch of his rough fingertips on her tender skin was exciting, but his words left her dumbfounded. What was he saying? “What do you mean? I thought you wanted my body in exchange for hiding me.”
When the leather strip loosened, freeing her wrist, she drew her aching arm to her side and watched as Garon circled around to begin unknotting the other tie. “I do. But unfortunately, I can’t have it.”
As her other arm dropped to her side, tired and heavy, she bit her lip, trying to understand. “Why not?” She feared she sounded terribly disappointed, but forced herself to continue. “Because…well, it’s not so much that I wish you to have it, but we made a deal—you did hide me, and so I’m indebted to you now. I…would not feel right if I did not pay that debt.”
That familiar grin reappeared as he hovered over her. “Indeed, you are indebted to me—and you have no idea how much I would enjoy finding out just how warm and tight that virgin pussy of yours is, but…you’re a bit too dangerous for me.”
She sat up a little more. “Dangerous? Me?”
Again, he crossed his arms. “If I sank my shaft between those slender thighs and your father found out, what do you think he’d do to me?”
Oh. She hadn’t thought about that. And though the answer was obvious, she only mumbled, “I don’t know.”
“Well, I do. He’d probably cut my cock off. Or my head. Either way, that’s not a
chance I’m willing to take, even for a ripe and royal little cunt like yours.”
“It has no hair,” she said. She wasn’t sure
why
she said it, only that she wanted him to know. If he wasn’t going to fuck her, she wanted him to know what he was missing and be sorry he was missing it.
“What?” he asked, blinking.
She swallowed, nervous now that she’d brought up such an intimate—and perhaps bizarre—topic. “It was…all removed. For my wedding.”
He seemed to stand up a little straighter, his mouth cutting a grim line across his face as he held up a hand. “Stop, wait. Your
what
?”
“My, uh, wedding.”
Garon let out a long sigh and ran one hand back through his sandy hair.
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“But don’t worry, I didn’t get married.” She sat up still more, began massaging one wrist, where the leather had been, then the other. “And I’m not going to. At least not to
that
man.”
“That man?” he asked, sounding matter-of-fact even if slightly more worried than just a moment ago.
Trying to think how best to explain, she let out a sigh of her own. “My father promised me to an old man. A
very
old man. And I was going to try to go through with it, but then I saw him, and I heard him talking about me—and I just
couldn’t
. So…I ran.”
“Here,” he said, seeking clarification.
“There was no time to form a plan.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, blinking slowly, his gaze calmer now. “Makes sense, I suppose,” he said, then slowly let his expression transform into something more naughty. “But now, back to your cunt. They removed the hair?”
She nodded. “I’m told men like it that way.”
His eyes stuck on hers, sizzling like blue flames, and they simply looked at each other for a long, smoldering moment. She’d never wanted to be so close to fire—but she definitely wanted to get closer to
him
, even if meant she might get burned.
The stubble on his cheek made her want to touch, run her hands over his face, feel the roughness on her fingertips. The light sheen of perspiration on his skin made her want to soak him into her. And those eyes—they were melting her, melting her down and making her into something entirely new. He was so real, so raw, so unlike any man she’d ever encountered in the fortress. No riches or lands or wealthy families to turn him arrogant. A simple working man with calluses on his hands. And an utterly
sexual
man with fire in his eyes.
“Do…
you
like it that way?” she asked of her denuded pussy, her voice coming out low, slightly husky.
He cast a slow, intoxicating grin. “I don’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing one in such a condition.”
She felt short of breath, and her words came out sparse and labored as coarse desire turned her shockingly wanton. “Do you want to see…mine?”
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Chapter Three
Laughter touched his eyes before it left his throat, then seemed to crash over her, killing the quiet tension. “I certainly do, princess, but…”
“But?” she prodded when he trailed off.
He arched one eyebrow. “I’m not sure I could resist that kind of temptation.”
Laela barely knew what came over her then, but she wanted that thick, heated tension
back
. She wanted to feel the warmth moving between them, like something you could reach out and touch, grab, as she’d felt it a moment ago. Her body thrummed with needing more—needing this man to show her everything she yearned to know, give her everything she wanted to feel—and she wasn’t going to let him laugh and tease it away.
No, she was going to do what Baelor had mentioned earlier. She was going to
seduce
Garon.
She sensually licked her lips, lowered her chin provocatively, and let him see the longing in her gaze. “I want to show you.”
Surprise sparked in his eyes, and she liked catching him off guard. “Why?”
It seemed a time for honesty. “I’ve…seen you before. Here, in the village. I’ve thought you…very handsome—a man I wished to…know more of.”
His eyes slowly began to glitter with curiosity, and she could tell she’d flattered him. The delicious tension she’d craved had indeed just returned and seemed to be spilling over them like something slow and syrupy.
“All right then, princess,” he said, his voice low. “Show me.”
Laela shifted and rose to her knees on the bed beside him. Garon peered intently at her face, then let his gaze sink lower, over her breasts, to her hips. She was starting to perspire, but not from the warm Myrtell night. Her skin felt slick, her whole body hot.
Her fingers curled into the soft silk that cascaded down her thighs until she made fists—fists that gathered fabric, then more fabric, and more. When her knees were bared to him and her pussy tingled so wet and hungry she thought she might die of it, she pushed down the last vestiges of shyness still lurking inside her. Slowly, she lifted the draping silk higher, the heat in the room seeming to climb with each inch the dress ascended. By the time she clutched the fabric at the very tops of her thighs, she feared she might be dripping from the anticipation.
More of that enticing fire flashed in his gaze, now riveted on the juncture of her thighs.
Wetter.
His intense look made her wetter and wetter.
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Finally, she took a deep breath and raised the folds of the gown to her waist, putting herself fully on display for this man of her fantasies, this stranger she wanted so badly.
He simply stared at her pussy, heavy-lidded. She could feel his arousal falling around her like a warm winter fur.
Swallowing back the lump of excitement in her throat, she barely found her voice. “Do you like it?”
It took a moment for him to raise his eyes back to hers. “Oh yes.” A deep rasp.
The words trickled through her like a low rumble of thunder and she dealt out another dare—for both of them. “Touch it.”
His eyes had dropped back to her cunt, but now flew to hers. Sensual amusement danced within. “Naughty little princess, aren’t you?”
Finding she rather liked the accusation, she let a playful smile admit it. “I want you,” she said, low and clear.
“
Naughty
,” he whispered as he reached up to cup her smooth mound in the palm of his hand—a warm vise that deluged her with still more of that flooding wetness. “
Naughty
.” He drew his fingers forward, letting one dip deliciously into her moisture. “
Naughty
.” He finished by swirling his fingertips over her clit, resulting in a hot burst of pleasure that radiated outward.
But then he drew back, removing his oh-so-welcome touch, and Laela suffered the niggling fear that she’d somehow failed in her seduction attempt—and she simply couldn’t. She
had
to have him.
Tonight.
“You’re not going to leave me this way, are
you?” she asked with a pout.
His eyes narrowed on her, more serious now, but his gaze remained thick with lust. “You must want to see me dead for some reason, princess. Because that’s what will happen if I take your bride price.”
She shook her head vehemently. “He will never know. Because I’m not going back. Even if they
drag
me back, I’ll run away again. I’m my own woman now…and I want you to fuck me.”
She watched Garon pull in his breath, seeming to consider her words, to weigh it all.
The desire that burned low in her core mixed with the nervous churning of her stomach. “I’ll ask you again. You’re not going to leave me like this, are you?”
He let out a sigh, but his blue eyes still blazed with the same want that sizzled relentlessly through
her
body. Finally, he said, “No, princess. I’m not going to leave you like this.”
Reaching up to steady his hands over the silk at her waist, he lowered her back onto the bed and parted her thighs in one smooth move. His face hovered just above her exposed cunt, so close his breath warmed it, and Laela’s heartbeat kicked up with the sudden realization that she wasn’t really sure what would happen now. The situation
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had shifted in the space of a heartbeat, and suddenly her Orientation with Aris seemed woefully lacking. “Wh-what…?” she began brokenly, lost. She didn’t even know what she wanted to ask.
And she never drew a conclusion, since that’s when he blew on her clit and stroked his fingers through the wetness below. It was as if lightning had just struck her cunt—
hot, thrilling
lightning, like a gift from Ares above. She whimpered at the unanticipated pleasure arcing through her.
“Whoever said men liked it without hair was right, princess,” he rasped up at her. “What a beautiful pussy you have.” His big fingers stroked into her again, making her moan. How could one mere touch travel so far, up into her breasts, tingling out through her arms and legs?
“I’m…glad you like it,” she said, her voice coming out breathy. “So, so glad. It…likes you, too.”
He let out a full-bodied laugh, then met her gaze, suddenly looking mischievous. “Then it’s about to like me a whole lot better.”
She drew in her breath at the promise, clenching lightly between her legs.
His voice went infinitely softer, whispering, “Relax.”
She bit her lip slightly, then tried to follow the command, letting her body loosen beneath the warmth of his beside her.
And then his fingers came again, pressing, swimming in the slit that she could see lay open and pink and glistening now beneath his caress. She heard her own breath grow thready as she watched, soaking up the sensation of those rough, firm fingers that managed to touch her so gently.
When he twirled her clit between thumb and forefinger, she squealed with the shocking delight of it and found herself curling her fingers tight into the bed furs at each side of her. “Oh…” she said. She meant to say more, but what? There were no words for such pleasure.
“Such a pretty pussy, princess,” he cooed, his breath still warm on her cunt.
For some reason, the simple compliment seemed to lift her higher still, to a place where nothing else mattered
but
her pussy. It seemed the most prominent part of her, the place on her body that defined her whole being in this moment. That quickly, Garon had turned her into…sex. Just sex. She was sex and nothing more as he touched her. And it was all she wanted to be.
His hand slid downward then, his longest finger stroking through her fleshy folds, raking, raking, showing her joys she’d never known, then touching deeper, even deeper, until—Oh Ares!—his finger plied at her, pushing, almost digging, making her want to somehow open to him more than she already had. And then she remembered Aris’ pointer and how it had entered her—in the very same spot where he stroked so deep and relentlessly.
His finger sank inward, inside her, and she released a soft cry.