Forbidden Honor (Dragon Royals #1)(12)

His hand slid up my thigh, and when the back of his fingers brushed my clit, I jerked. He touched one finger to his lips, a small smile playing over them. He watched me as if he liked the effect he had on me. He began to work his fingers against my clit, and when my hips rolled, he pressed my thigh down with his other hand.

He worked my clit expertly with his thumb, sliding two fingers inside me. When he pressed the secret spot on the inside of my channel, I let out a soft gasp, then crushed my lower lip mercilessly with my teeth.

I’d pleasured myself before. But it had never felt as intense as when my core squeezed around his fingers, when I had to be completely silent and yet I wanted to scream. He watched me the whole time, his gaze heavy-lidded and satisfied. The only clue as to how badly he wanted me too was the enormous bulge of his cock pressing through his unbuttoned trousers, but he paid no attention to it. I shattered around him, twining my fingers in my hair, trying not to move a muscle under the table.

He withdrew his fingers. Still watching me, he licked them clean.

My clit was sore and aching. He waved me closer with one finger, a lazy gesture, and I sat up, careful not to bump my head on the table.

He pressed his lips close to my ear, fluttering my hair, and I felt the close contact all down my spine. His voice was a warm whisper: “If you get caught, you’re dead, little mouse.”

I stopped, stunned. I knew he was right, but that somehow made it all the more terrifying that he sounded so cheerful about it.

While I was still speechless, he pressed a kiss to my cheek, the movement chaste and sweet even though nothing else about Talisyn was sweet.

Or even tolerable.

My thighs were still trembling from the power of that orgasm as he climbed out from under the table and dusted his hands against his thighs.

“We’ve been away from the party long enough, gentlemen, and I dare say the ladies are growing a bit boring.”

After a while, they all left—the girls groaning about it—as he shepherded them out.

When I thought it was safe, I started to creep from under the table. He met my gaze through the doors just as he was swinging them closed, and I couldn’t read his face, but heat still seemed to crackle between us.

Then the enormous ornate wooden doors slammed shut, and I was alone in the enormous library again.

Just me, and my addled brain.

How did I let that happen?

And how was I going to convince the royals I wasn’t a spy?





Honor



I stumbled into Calla’s room at three in the morning, kicked off my shoes, and fell into the spare bed in the dark. My morning shift would come all too soon.

But when I woke to dawn light flooding the room, there were three watchful pairs of eyes on me.

I scrambled up, finding Calla, June, and Lara sprawled across Calla’s bed. Lara was eating a muffin, breaking off little pieces of it to pop into her mouth. And Calla, bless her, handed me a stoneware mug of hot tea with an obscene amount of sugar.

“Why are you watching me?” I asked, my head throbbing from so little sleep.

The memory of the princes accusing me of being a spy last night made my head throb worse.

“If I’d known the party last night was going to be so interesting, I’d have picked up an extra shift,” Calla said.

“At least you would’ve gotten paid for it. I was being punished.”

“Were you, though?” June leaned forward, giving me a long, searching look. I stared back at her, trying to blink the sleep from my eyes and wondering if I had to convince everyone I wasn’t a spy.

“We heard about your dance with Lord Talisyn.” Calla filled me in.

“Already? How?”

“Breakfast in the servants’ cafeteria,” Lara trilled. “It’s the best goss in the city.”

“I don’t think I can handle goss, or people who say goss, before seven o’clock in the morning.” I stared around Calla’s room, at the empty stone fireplace that she’d filled with flowers and the garlands of knotted fabric flowers that hung from the raw wooden rafters. She’d decorated it to be cozy, as if it were her home, and I felt a sudden jolt as I realized it was her only home. My best friend was always so cheerful that I’d never really thought about it.

“So spill,” Calla said.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I rubbed my hands over my face. “I made mistakes last night… terrible mistakes…”

“With Lord Talisyn? Terrible mistakes sounds like a good time.”

“I’m doomed,” I said flatly.

“I’ve got something for you.” Lara rose abruptly and bustled out of the room.

Calla smiled then buried her face in her hands as if she knew what was happening.

Lara returned with a bundle of pages, covered in rounded handwriting, and thrust them toward me. “You should read this! It’ll cheer you up! Maybe it will inspire you.”

I glanced through the pages, and the words cock and Jaik and moist all jumped out at me.

“Sure,” I said, because why not? Why not, at this point? “Thank you.”

I’d never get any closer to the dragon royals. Maybe I could at least have my harmless fantasies.





That afternoon, I was mopping the dorm hallway when Lord Talisyn walked by. He was focused entirely on the book in his hands. I might as well have been a piece of furniture, which to be fair, was how the academy shifters usually treated us.