Snow - By Deborah M. Brown Page 0,17

thus they were destined to sigh in vain.

“Are you ready to retire, my princess?” he asked now. He had a low, husky voice. Charming had turned with a scowl at his approach as if to berate him for his presumption at interrupting. Another expression ran across his face, too swiftly for Anais to recognise it, and then with a smile he released Snow White’s hand.

“Indeed the hour grows late. Don’t let me keep you from your bed.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “At least not yet. But in a month’s time… I doubt I shall let you out of your bed.”

This time there was no mistaking the colour that flooded Snow White’s face or the anger in the dwarf’s eyes. She rose to her feet, offering Charming and Anais a deep curtsey before taking the dwarf’s offered arm and allowing him to lead her from the dais.

Charming watched them leave, his eyes narrowed. Then, with a faint laugh, he shook his head and took a thoughtful sip from his goblet. “They go everywhere with her? Her dwarven companions?”

Anais nodded. “Inseparable.”

“I’ve never had much truck with dwarves, but that one seems a handsome enough fellow.”

Anais shrugged. “There are many who would agree with you. I know that several of his companions are great favourites with the ladies of the court. But not that one. I’ve not heard of a lady who has had success in bringing him to her bed.”

Charming smiled, taking another sip of wine. “No. I shouldn’t imagine they would.” His fingers drummed idly against the tabletop as he stared into his goblet. Lifting his head he looked out across the room towards the table where Rui sat. Was it Anais’s imagination or did something spark between them, some awareness that she wasn’t privy to? Charming rose abruptly to his feet. “I shall retire too, Your Majesty,” he said. “With your gracious permission?”

Anais nodded.

As Charming departed, Rui made his way to her side, leaning over her chair, his fingers playing with the loose curls of hair at her neck.

“What did you talk of?” he murmured. “Did you let him know you were interested…?”

“He had more interest in his blushing betrothed,” replied Anais waspishly. “Or in that dwarf of hers, for that matter.”

“The dwarf?” Rui’s fingers stilled for a moment. “Charming hates dwarves.”

Anais turned her head to look up at him.

He shrugged. “Or so I have been told. Are you ready for bed?”

Anais nodded.

“Then make yourself ready. I will be along later.” He turned away before Anais could say anything further and strode from the room.

The Prince

Charming stood gazing out of his bedchamber window. He was naked, and the room was chill despite the fire that burned in the grate. When the door opened, he did not turn around, although his skin prickled now with more than gooseflesh. A pair of warm hands slid down his shoulders and stroked his chest and belly. He leaned back against Rui’s body with a sigh of pleasure as Rui’s fingers encircled his swollen cock, lightly squeezing.

“I hear you’ve developed a taste for dwarves,” Rui breathed against his ear as his hand tightened around Charming’s erection.

Charming grunted with pained pleasure. “What?” he groaned. Rui squeezed harder. “Gods,” Charming croaked. “What are you talking about?”

Rui continued his exquisite torture. “I saw the way you looked at him. And Anais confirmed it.”

Charming’s breath ratcheted in his throat as he flexed against Rui’s grip. “I’ll admit I looked…ah!” Another squeeze made his balls clench. His fingers gripped the windowsill. “Don’t you think it might be amusing?”

“To fuck a dwarf? You’re supposed to be making a move on the queen, making her want to fuck you.”

“Oh gods.” A shudder ran through Charming. “I can do that with my hands tied behind my back. Would you deny me a little challenge on the side?” The muscles in his thighs were shaking. He tipped his head back, letting Rui kiss his neck. Rui’s fingers squeezed him rhythmically. Climax roared through him, and he trembled as he spent himself, gasping Rui’s name. He heard Rui fumble one-handed with his clothing, then gasped again as the other man thrust into him from behind.

“I deny you nothing,” Rui rasped, his breath hot against Charming’s neck. “Just don’t amuse yourself at my expense and don’t lose sight of what we have planned.” Each thrust of his body rammed Charming’s belly against the windowsill. Rui’s head dropped, and Charming felt his teeth close around the tender skin where his neck met his shoulder. He