Chapter 9 Wen #2
Casimya spoke up. “As I have explained, Queen Gwendolyn comes from a legendary bloodline. The most powerful portal casters in history. I will train Her Majesty myself to ensure proper control and safety.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“This is unprecedented,” another Ebonvale representative said, not the one Mal had used as his punching bag. That one was probably still recovering.
“Yes, we’ve established I’m unprecedented. Can we move on?”
Mal was staring at me. I could feel it without even looking at him. His thumb was stroking circles on my palm under the table.
“What about the boy?” Valerius Crescentborn asked. “His powers?”
“Killian will also train with Casimya,” Mal said. “He’ll learn control.”
“And anyone who has a problem with my son can take it up with me,” I added, my voice sharp.
“We simply want assurance-” Xander Silvermane started.
“Here’s your assurance: He’s four. He’s learning. And he’s under MY protection. Nothing like what happened at the banquet will happen again once we have our powers trained and under control. End of discussion.”
Mal leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “I am going to need you to stop being so commanding.”
“Why?” I whispered back.
“Because we are in a meeting and I am having inappropriate thoughts.”
I smirked. “I don’t see why I should stop, then.”
Mal’s answer was a deep grunt.
The meeting continued for one too-fucking-long hour. We discussed Igryside, the threat they posed, how we’d respond as an alliance. Talked about extra security, waiting for spy reports, maintaining communication between kingdoms.
I was barely paying attention.
All I could focus on was Mal’s leg pressed against mine under the table, his fingers intertwined with mine, the way he kept caressing the palm of my hand seductively, how he kept looking at me like I was something he intended to have the moment we were alone. We’d been separated for too long.
“And if Igryside attacks again?” Elspeth Goldridge asked.
“We respond as an alliance. United front,” Mal said. “Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Aurion said, and the other kings nodded.
“And in the meantime?” Kane Aurelius asked.
“Extra security. We wait for spy reports. And we stay in contact if anything suspicious happens in any of your kingdoms.”
“I’ll start training tomorrow,” I said, forcing myself to focus on the actual conversation. They didn’t look very reassured. Oh, well.
“Prepare to be frustrated,” Casimya said dryly, low enough so only I heard her. “Portal magic is incredibly difficult to control.”
“Can’t wait.”
The meeting finally started winding down, people began gathering their things, standing, preparing to leave. Fucking finally. Mal caught my eye and everything else faded away.
“You were amazing,” Daphne whispered as she passed my chair.
“Thanks,” I said, distracted, not looking away from Mal. The tension between us felt electric, goosebumps rising in my arms. I needed him very, very much.
Daphne followed my gaze and her eyes widened. “Oh. OH. I’m leaving. Right now. Goodbye.”
She practically dragged Aurion out of the room.
The other kings and queens filed out slowly, still discussing security measures and alliance protocols. Torin was the last to leave, closing the door behind him with a knowing look.
And then it was just us. At last.
“That went well,” Mal said, his voice lower than before.
“Did it?”
“You were magnificent.”
“You’ve said that before.”
“It remains true.”
I stood slowly, my heart already racing. “We should probably go check on Killian.”
“Yes. Probably,” he agreed. Neither of us moved.
“Why aren’t we moving?” I asked, biting my lip. His eyes traced the movement and I saw him swallowing hard. It was so powerful to feel the effect I had on him. I could easily get drunk on that feeling.
“I am thinking.”
“About?”
“How badly I want to kiss you.”
My breath caught. Yes. “The door is locked?”
“Not yet.” He stood abruptly, crossed to the door, and locked it with a decisive click. Then he turned back to me, and the look in his eyes made my knees weak. “It is now.”
I was breathing faster now, butterflies making a mess in my stomach. He crossed the room toward me with predatory intent, and I stayed exactly where I was. Waiting.
“Do you know what you do to me?” he asked, stopping right in front of me.
Probably the same he was doing to me, but I still answered. “Tell me.”
“Watching you command that room. Watching you shut down Silvermane and defend our son with such fire.” His hand came up to cup my face. “You have no idea how difficult it was to sit there and act professional.”
“I was showing off,” I admitted.
“For who?”
“For you. Obviously.”
“Well. It fucking worked.” He grunted, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.
“I was incredibly distracted the entire meeting.” I whispered.
“By what?”
Please. “As if you don’t know.”
He pulled me close, his grip firm on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise, and I could feel exactly how much he wanted me pressing against my stomach, his cock thick and rigid through his pants, throbbing with heat that seeped into my skin.
“We were supposed to be professional.” I mumbled.
“We were very professional. I didn’t jump you in front of everyone.” His voice was low, gravelly, laced with that teasing edge that always made my pulse race.
“I considered it,” he admitted, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the meeting room air, making the moment feel even more forbidden.
“Every single second of the fucking day. Every day. Watching you bend over that table when you were reaching for the water, your ass briefly outlined in your dress... fuck, Wen, I was hard the whole meeting.”
Then he was kissing me, deep and hungry, tongue thrusting into my mouth like he owned it, claiming every inch.
I kissed him back with the same urgency, moaning into the wet slide of our lips, my fingers finding his hair and yanking him closer, nails scraping his scalp.
His grip tightened on my hips, lifting me effortlessly until my ass hit the edge of the table.
“I have missed you,” he said between kisses, his teeth nipping at my lower lip, drawing a sharp sting that made me gasp. “So much. It’s been too long since I’ve touched you. Felt this pussy clench around my fingers.”
“Way too long,” I agreed breathlessly, my chest heaving as I ground against him, feeling the rough fabric of his pants rub my clit through my panties. “Like, what? Five whole days?”
“An eternity.” He growled the words. I wrapped my legs around his waist, legs hooking behind him, pulling him flush so his erection nudged right at my core.
The hard length of him ground against me through our clothes, the pressure making my panties soak instantly, and I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by his tongue.
We were still kissing, frantic and heated, saliva mixing as we devoured each other, making up for days of tension and fighting and needing each other.
His mouth left mine to trail down my neck, hot and open-mouthed, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear until I shivered, goosebumps racing over my arms. My hips rocked against him instinctively, chasing that delicious friction, my clit pulsing with need.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my throat, the vibration rumbling through me, his hands sliding up to squeeze my ass, spreading my cheeks through the dress. “I want you so badly. Want to bury my dick in you right here, fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
“Which book was that from?” My voice came out husky, demanding, my fingers clawing at his shirt buttons.
“No book, just me.” He made a rough sound, animalistic, and laid me down on the table we were just using to discuss our future with the most important people in Lytopia.
All I could focus on right now was the hunger in his eyes.
His weight settled over me, one hand braced beside my head, caging me in, the other sliding up my thigh beneath my dress, calluses rough on my smooth skin, pushing the fabric higher until cool air hit my damp thighs.
“These are in the way,” I said, tugging at his clothes desperately, popping buttons that pinged across the floor.
“Everything is in the way.” He yanked my dress up and over my head in one swift motion, the zipper straining, then ripped his own clothes open, exposing his broad chest dusted with hair that I wanted to rake my nails through.
We stripped each other frantically, clothes being removed with zero care for where they landed or if they survived the process.
His belt buckle clinked as I fumbled it open, pants shoved down his thighs along with his underwear, his cock springing free, thick, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
My bra snapped under his impatient fingers, panties torn aside with a rip that echoed.
Fabric tore elsewhere too, his shirt sleeve splitting at the seam.
We’d worry about it later; right now, the only thing that mattered was skin on skin.
Finally bare, the heat of his chest pressed against my breasts, nipples hardening instantly against the coarse hair there.
His hands roamed over me, calloused palms rough against my skin in the best way, tracing the curve of my waist, squeezing my hips.
He cupped my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it peaked, and I arched into him with a gasp, the pull shooting straight to my core.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his gaze dark as it traveled down my body, lingering on my spread thighs, the slick folds of my pussy exposed and waiting. “So perfect. I will never get tired of looking at you. This body... fuck, it’s all mine.”
“Less talking, more touching.” I reached down, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking the hot, velvety length, feeling it twitch in my grip, a bead of pre-cum smearing over my palm.