eating. Though I catch his eyes drifting toward her breasts. I don’t blame him one ounce, but I decide immediately, no matter how fetching the gown is on her, that Sybilla needs gowns fit to her body. Obviously, my father’s women were much smaller than Sybilla’s perfectly curvy physique.
The main course is served and although I don’t typically enjoy the bake metis, it’s something that is served often in the winter to ward off the chill, Sybilla must like it judging by the moan that escapes her lips. I am forced to shift in my seat at the sound, my cock standing at attention and begging for entrance into her warm body.
Pouring more cider in her goblet, I top mine off as well, needing it to finish this meal with her at my side and me not inside of her. I decide to begin taking our sup together in my chambers so that I can watch her devour her meals, moaning at the flavors, but doing it completely naked.
“I will return as quickly as possible, cousin, and with the witch in tow,” Merek says as he abruptly stands.
His eyes aren’t on mine, instead his hands are curled into fists at his side and his gaze is focused directly on Sybilla.
“Allow me to walk you out,” I offer, clearing my throat as I stand and bow slightly to Sybilla. “I will return shortly,” I offer her before I follow Merek out of the dining room.
Merek and I are at the castle entrance before either of us speaks. He is the first to say something. Whirling around to look at me, I watch as he shakes his head a couple of times, his gaze wild.
“She is…” He pauses, inhaling deeply through his nose. “She is seducing. Though I’m not sure it is intentional, which confuses me, I must admit.”
“Yes, I agree,” I say with a nod.
“I will return as quickly as possible so that we can get to the bottom of this. I fear that she may be the victim of some kind of foul play. For I see no deception anywhere inside of her.”
Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through my hair, my gaze flicking back up to meet his. “I feel the same. Though I must admit, I was afraid it was only because I’d had her. I am glad that physical pleasures haven’t clouded my instinct,” I say, lifting my lips in a smirk.
He chuckles, reaching out and clapping his hand around the side of my neck. “I have no doubt that they have clouded you, cousin. But I have seen no other person, man, woman or child, best your instincts, no matter what.”
He dips his chin in a nod, then turns and leaves me standing at the doors, watching him descend the castle entrance steps and head toward the stables to retrieve his horse. Turning from the doors, I hear the guard close them behind me.
Chapter Seven
ELIAS
Sybilla sits at the table, a fruit tart held in her fingers and pressed against her lips as I march back into the dining room. Rowan and Henry smartly keep their mouths shut at the sight of me. Sybilla’s brows lift and I watch as her lips part before she slips the tart into her mouth.
Walking over to my place at the table, I reach out and grab ahold of my goblet of cider. Lifting it to my lips, I take a healthy drink, my eyes never leaving Sybilla. Setting my goblet down, I lift my hand to signal my butler.
“Have a pitcher, two goblets and a tray of tarts sent to my chambers,” I demand, my gaze never leaving hers.
The lashes that fan her cheeks as she stares at her plate instantly fly up at my words and those golden eyes that make me instantly hard, meet mine.
“Shall we, milady?” I ask, holding my palm out to her.
I watch as she gulps, her nostrils flaring slightly before she slips her palm into mine and without hesitation stands to her feet. Jerking my chin behind her toward Rowan and Henry, I silently dismiss their services before turning toward the stairs.
Tucking Sybilla’s arm close to my side, I guide us toward my chambers. I could send her into her own and have the maids ready her for me, but there was something I rather enjoyed about loosening her ribbons myself.
Guiding her into my chambers, I ignore the seating room and keep us moving until we’re actually in my bedchamber. Locking the door