Chapter 41
Forty-One
A good brownie doesn’t give their friend a poison-making gift set.
I didn’t know that’s what it was, but it’s nice to know I wasn’t the first. - Arienna
Grabbing his hand, I try to get him to move his fingers, but my king’s stubborn in his decision to stop. He’s built me up so close, so flippin’ close –again– and now he’s turning off the toy. A-fucking-gain. He’s done that all throughout the meal. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.
Eight times, he’s bloody edged me.
A good brownie is never mad, but oh my fucking gods, I am right now. I decided against the chillies tonight; the least he can do is appreciate that!
You forgot them, dumbass.
Go to hel.
Great, I’m so damn sexually frustrated, I’m arguing with myself.
Exhaling harshly, I dig my fingers into his, trying to force them to rub against each other. Being a lot stronger than me, he easily removes my hand.
My eyes narrow. I am going to remove his cock, stuff it, and then turn it into a dildo. See you try to deny me then.
He chuckles as he continues to eat his dessert. “Patience, my queen.”
I glare at the slice of cake on his plate, envious that it gets to feel his mouth on it. “Fine,” I say, my body so damn hot, it could rival the sun. “I’ll do it myself.” I reach between my legs, but he grabs my hand and pins it to his thigh.
Leaning towards me, he whispers in my ear, “No one gets to touch you but me. And if you do, I will tie you to my bed tonight and leave you until morning.” He nips my ear. “It’s only a couple more hours before we can go. The signing ceremony will start soon.”
“You said I would like edging,” I whine. “But I hate it. It should be illegal.”
He laughs. I scowl.
Oh my gods, I’ve never wanted to kill him more.
And now I know exactly how I’m going to do it.
I’m going to pay a witch to turn him into a fucking ferret.
Ferrets have to get laid on time or they die.
So I’m going to build him up every day but never let him orgasm.
Then I’m going to watch the fucker die. And then maybe, maybe he’ll understand how I am feeling right now.
I might not have been into exhibitionism when I first arrived in Raza, but he’s slowly been winning me over. “Just leave it on for, like, a minute more,” I plea.
Shaking his head with a smirk, he rises to his feet. The bastard.
Narrowing my eyes, I imagine him as a ferret.
But then I realise there is a massive flaw in my plan, just like there always is in my plans. Argh! If he was a ferret, how the heck would I turn him on?
I’d also have to be a ferret, and I would have absolutely no idea how to tease him then. Ferrets’ teeth are sharp, aren’t they? So fellatio would be out. And I won’t have any clothes to strip off. Or any boobs to flash him.
Ugh. Where is Fabia when I need her? She will have an answer to this.
Looking around for her while Richard walks over to King Dravr again, I spot her standing at the end of one of the tables with a group of leather-clad guards. Pushing to my feet, I hurry over to her. When I’m halfway there, the toy vibrates again, causing me to almost stumble.
I reach out a hand, grabbing hold of the edge of a table. An unattended glass of ambrosia beckons to me, and I pick it up before continuing on to my friend.
She breaks away from Marrabel and the others as soon as she sees me approaching. When we reach each other, I ask, “How would you arouse a ferret?”
“Wait until it’s in heat and then scratch it on its back.”
“Oh. Would that be the same, do you think, for someone who’s been turned into a ferret?”
She cocks her head to the side. “Depends on the spell, I guess.”
My breath catches as the toy turns on and off, on and off, pulsing inside me with an intensity I can barely tolerate. My legs shake. My orgasm beckons.
“If they keep all of their memories and know who they were before being turned, then you could probably get them going with regular porn.”
I need to sit down. I’m too close; I have been all night. Raising my glass to my lips, I take a shaky sip.
“Regular being whatever they used to watch, obviously,” Fabia continues, “not just what’s seen as ‘the norm’. Like monster porn or dinosaur. Why?”
“Oh, no reason…” I trail off to swallow a moan. The pressure builds inside me. I need to get back to my seat.
Before I can take a step, Fabia asks, “What’s going on?”
My eyes widen. Gods, please tell me she can’t hear it vibrating.
Chugging my drink, I take another step, desperate to escape.
My thighs quiver as the frequency increases.
If that bastard makes me come while I’m talking to my best friend, I’m never going to forgive him for this.
Coming in front of Jace and Karl and a room full of strangers is one thing.
But Fabia? I’ll never be able to look at her again.
“Nothing,” I rasp, taking another step.
Grabbing hold of my arm, she roots me to her. And gods, do I not want her – or anyone touching me right now. Well, anyone other than him. My king. The bastard with the magical controller.
“Are you sure? Because something smells really fishy.”
Snorting my drink back into my glass, I cough.
I whack myself in the chest. Dear gods, just take me now. “What?” I croak, pulling out of her grasp.
“Cut the crap, Arienna. Marrabel told me about your visit to the library the other day.”
“The library…” I blink, trying to wrap my head around how that has anything to do with the vibrator going off inside me.
Avoiding her gaze, I tighten my fingers on my glass and struggle not to give in to the urge to touch myself.
But he’s kept me on edge all night, varying the speeds so I couldn’t get used to it, always slowing it down whenever I needed it to go faster. My thighs are soaking wet.
Next time, I’m going to have to wear underwear. And a liner.
“Yes, the library,” she snaps. “Where you told Jace that you were checking out books in order to do ‘research’.”
My eyes fly to hers. If my cheeks get any hotter, I am going to die of internal heating. “He recommended the books. I’m not into necrophilia, I swear.”
“What?”
“The book called Good Enough to Die For. It’s not for research on things I want to try in bed. It’s –” I stop in sudden realisation. Drat. That is what she’s been hinting about this whole blasted time. She doesn’t care about my kinks. She’s worried I’m trying to kill someone.
As the vibrator’s speed goes mental, I wrap my arms around myself and bite back a groan. I really need him to stop now. I’m clearly unable to concentrate enough for this conversation while he’s teasing me.
“When were you planning on telling me you were trying to kill him?”
“What? No, I’m not.” I smile, the picture of innocence.
She stares at me deadpanned. “You don’t have an interest in gore. You get squeamish if I suggest writing anything scary. So why else would you check out a dozen books on how to kill people?”
“Maybe I want to kill someone else?”
Her silence makes me squirm. Or maybe that’s the toy pushing me into the clouds of orgasm...
Dear fucking gods, this is not the time to be having this conversation. “I think Richard’s calling for me, so if you’ll excuse –”
She grabs my arm again, making me want to die. “Tell me what you’re planning, so I can fix this.”
“Let me go.” I clench the muscles in my pussy, trying to mute the sensations, but it doesn’t work. The room suddenly feels too hot, my body like a current of magical power.
Shoving her off me, I look at my king. He always knows when I’m close; he’s always stopped right before. But if he doesn’t right now, I’m going to –
My eyes latch on to his. Smirking, he raises his hand to his mouth. As his fingers rub against his lips, my breath catches, my legs quiver, and I come. Hard.
Thunk.
The following noise makes me freeze. Nothing but my pussy moves – that pulses and pulses and pulses as it rides the waves of ecstasy.
“What was that?” Fabia demands.
I refuse to look her in the eye, knowing damn well what that was. If he’d just left my underwear on, this never would have happened. The toy would still be inside me instead of between my feet, visible to all as my dress doesn’t quite reach the floor.
My face as crimson as the chillies I left in my room, I whisper, “Please don’t look down.”
The bitch looks down. “Oh dear gods. Is that –” Placing a hand over her mouth, she laughs. “That’s disgusting. I was touching you while…?”
Groaning, I cover my face in my hands. “Please never speak to me again.”
Her laughter makes me wish I had a vial of poison on hand. Or a knife. Either one would work.
“You have to pick it up,” she whispers.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“You can’t leave it there. That’s probably against, like, a dozen health and safety violations. There’s food in here.”
“But not on the floor.”
“Arienna –”
“Can’t I just kick it under the table?” My eyes flicker to the nearest one. There are people standing around it. A lot of people. All of them are eating.
“No.”
“But I don’t have anywhere to put it. There’re no pockets in this thing.”
She laughs, her eyes way too suggestive for my liking.
“Wait,” I say, my eyes fastening on her trousers. “You have pockets. You could –”
“Oh, hel no.”
“But you’re my best friend. Best friends have to –”
“Not doing it.” She crosses her arms.
“Please? I’ll pick it up and put it in. You’ll just need to hold it open.”
“Fuck that.”
“Come on,” I say desperately.
Any moment now, someone will see it. It’s bright pink between my black shoes and so very clearly a sex toy. “I’ll tell you why I checked out the books.”
Looking at me, Fabia’s laughter fades. “You owe me big time.”
“The biggest.” I start to lean down when she grabs my arm.
Quickly releasing me with a shake of her head, she says, “Wait. I’ll go get some serviettes.”
“Okay but hurry.”
As she leaves, my attention goes back to Richard. He’s sitting at the head of the table lining the Great Hall. He’s talking to the Vylian king, but his eyes are on me. Hot and smouldering.