these guys clearly deserve it. Well, not Solat. He’s having too good a time.
But then Aron absently moves his hand over my breast in a casual caress and I’m lit up with need all over again. I squirm in his lap, the hot bar of his erection pressing against my backside. “You’re doing that on purpose,” I tell him, accusing.
I just get another lazy, heated smile, as if he loves torturing me like this.
I kind of love it, too. I know I shouldn’t, but…when in Rome and all that.
51
By the time the party winds down, I’ve drunk several jugs of wine, probably eaten an entire cake all on my own, and I’m so aroused and horny that I can barely walk back to the quarters I’m supposed to share with Yulenna. Aron keeps an arm firmly around my shoulders as we head up the stairs, flanked by Markos and the others. Lady Gerline cast a few longing looks in Aron’s direction, but I’m pleased that he completely and utterly ignored her. As far as he’s concerned, she doesn’t exist.
We head up to Yulenna’s chamber, the one the anchor’s supposed to be sharing with Aron. There are a few guards in the hall, but Aron glares at all of them until they make a hasty exit, and then it’s only Kerren at the door.
Aron glances at the four men, his arm still locked possessively around my shoulders. “This chamber is going to be mine and Faith’s alone. No one is to enter without my express permission. You can wake us at dawn. No earlier.”
Markos’s face turns bright red again and he gives Aron a crisp salute. “Of course, my lord. No one will disturb you or your anch…ah, female.”
Solat and Vitar try to hide their grins, while Kerren manages to keep a straight face. It’s obvious what’s going through their heads, though. They saw Aron groping me all night. Now they’re all going to think we’re fucking.
Wait, are we fucking? I’m flustered at the thought, but even so, my nipples are hard and my body pulses with awareness of Aron’s big frame and the crackling energy that surges through his body to mine. His casually possessive touches all night have me totally primed and ready, and I admit that if I had panties, they would have slid off my legs hours ago, too soaked to stay on.
Aron nods at them, and then heads down the hall with me. Before we can even get to the door, Yulenna is there, covered in my cloak, her satchel in her arms. She gives us a little bow and then scurries down the hall to where Kerren and the others are waiting. She must have heard…or she guessed. Either way, some of my guilt disappears at the thought of kicking her out of her room. Clearly she’s been expecting it all along.
That means it’s just me and Aron and a great big bed.
We enter Lady Gerline’s private chambers—now our chambers for as long as we’re visiting. There’s a warm fire in the hearth, and a covered dish on a table next to a ewer of wine. I ignore all of it, though, flustered and heated with need. Is Aron going to touch me? Kiss me again? Or is he waiting for me to make the first move? I look over at him, but he heads toward the bed, undoing his sword belt and pulling off his new clothing.
I lick my dry lips, my pulse pounding. “Do you want me to get naked, too?” My voice is breathless with arousal.
“No.” The bastard gives me an inscrutable look.
That…isn’t what I expected to hear. “No?”
He shakes his head. “I will not be touching you again this night. It would be a mistake.”
I stiffen in outrage. “So what was that out there? Just a show? Was your dick hard just for show, too?”
Aron just glares at me, as if I'm bringing up stuff he'd rather not talk about right now. Well, I don't give a fuck what he wants. I'm hurt that he's all over me all night—I can still feel the heat of his hand under my dress—and then the moment the door closes, he goes cold again. For a moment, I think about all the people downstairs, still fucking and swapping partners like it's no big deal. They're having a grand time. I consider telling Aron I'm going to go down there and join them, but it's the last thing I want.