27. Lenna
27
Lenna
B y the time Lenna returned to her chambers, she felt excited and ravenous in equally massive parts. It had been so damn fun, Giving her golden sparks and letting them flow into the darkness, and Taking Jake's navy ones while they teased each other for hours. She couldn't believe it was almost sunset by the time he told her they'd continue tomorrow. And she found herself looking forward to it. To all of it. The darkness in that room that allowed their sparks to shine freely, the much needed practice at Giving and Taking, and maybe even seeing those silver eyes somewhere else than in her dreams.
After today, it was easy to forget that he discarded beings as part of his regular duties, and that he played a huge role in this broken shit of a system. By being the heir of the biggest and shittiest House of all, nonetheless. The one famously known for having no pity for lower beings, the one that commanded the roixers and the Roix Reigner herself. Which was, Lenna reminded herself with disgust, the one that ordered innocents to be killed left, right and center.
She almost felt guilty at having put her hate aside for a few hours, almost having fun playing and testing each other with their sparks. How could she even consider having fun as an option, when it was someone who ruined lives and families, who despised human beings, on a weekly basis? She almost felt guilty.
Lenna opened the door that led to the circular library of her chambers and heard the voice of the House talking to somebody, “Enjoyable as it is flirting with you, lord Chloid, I’m afraid I can’t take a physical form to fulfill your wishes.”
Lenna laughed out loud, followed by, “What the fuck are you asking the House, you dirty asshole?!”
Theon peaked from his bedroom with a grin, the muscles on his chest visible as he was not wearing any t-shirt. “Nothing that a true woman would refuse,” he said, lifting his eyebrows.
Lenna walked towards him, shaking her head vigorously but unable to stop smiling. “And lord Chloid? Seriously!?” She gave him a tight hug against his naked torso, feeling every muscle against her cheek and breasts. “I’ve missed you. Have you missed me?”
“Have I missed you? Mmm,” Theon took a step back, intently avoiding her eyes. “House, have I missed this red-haired trouble?”
“A true man would know the answer to that”, the voice of the House resonated from the walls. Theon’s brown eyes widened as his jaw dropped.
“You’ve offended her, you prick! Say sorry,” Lenna shouted, hands on her hips.
“Sorry, Walls,” a wide-eyed Theon said dubiously, then got closer to Lenna’s ear and said quietly, “But she isn’t a true woman, is she? Even though by how personally she took it, she might actually be.”
The House said nothing. So Lenna sat down on his massive bed and asked, “Did Clara let you in?”
Theon sat next to her, his knee brushing the arm she was leaning on. “She did. Because you were so busy you couldn’t welcome me to… what is this? Your new house? My new house?”
Lenna shot to her feet, extending her arms at her sides and spinning around as she said, “Dearest Theon, welcome to our new shared chambers.”
“Shared, as in… Shared, shared?”
“Well, technically it belongs to the Organ Mandor and his family.” She did a conscious effort at not visualizing a precise member of said family and she added, “But these are my allocated chambers while I stay in Corentre, and you will share them with me. As my trainer. So you better become friends again with the House.”
His eyes narrowed as he said, “Since when do trainers live with the people they train?”
“Since my sister lives with her own wiping-ass assistant from the North, okay? She brought her here, so I thought I could bring you, too. If you wanted,” Lenna’s lips tightened. “But if it is too much inconvenience for lord Chloid, then I’m sure we can request to have separate chambers.”
Except she would have to ask the Organ Mandor, or more realistically Jake, for that. She wasn’t entirely sure it was a good idea. Even though Jake definitely knew about the pleasure-giving belongings she had in her chambers. He had even kindly offered his help with them, for Cardinals’ sake. Lenna threw a grim look at the walls, because he definitely wouldn’t have known that, were it not for the House being his accomplice.
It was tempting, though. So, so tempting, to see how much and how fast could he know, about what happened or didn’t happen in her chambers. It would serve Jake well, to realize that he should leave Lenna’s privacy alone.
“Come see this,” Lenna took Theon’s forearm, unavoidably biting her lip as she acknowledged the muscles there and the strength behind them. She led him to the deliseen. “Ask this room for whatever training supplies you need. Whatever you want.”
Theon made some lengthy and specific requests and made some impressed sounds as the deliseen obliged. Again and again. By the time he decided it was enough, the room had the most varied arrangement of weapons Lenna had ever seen, an awful lot of machines and devices she did not know how to use and some looked pretty intimidating, ceiling-to-floor windows that showed the starry night outside, and some intense music beating on the background.
“All this worry about training,” Theon said, sizing Lenna up, looking at her bare arms, “But you haven't trained at all, have you?”
Theon laughed as Lenna’s nostrils flared. He said, grinning, “I'm going to beat the shit out of you.”
“I’m sure you will, and hopefully in more senses than you think,” Lenna said calmly as she winked. Theon’s eyebrow lifted and his lips curled upward.
“Is that what the roomies situation is truly about?” Theon’s voice was also calm. Very calm, as he added, “Do they not have anyone worth it in this big city, that you had to bring a true lord from the North?”
“For all I know, the not-true lord from the North might not be worth it either,” she smiled.
He took a step closer, his dark eyes pinning her down as he grabbed a bunch of her red hair firmly in her fist. “So you like it rough, then?” He let go of her hair and moved a slow, slow finger from her neck to the mark between her breasts as he whispered in her ear, “Or are you more of a softie?”
Lenna felt her nipples tighten underneath her bright-red laced bra. She put a hand on Theon’s pants, feeling his vast length stretching against the leather. She pushed her hips against it as she licked his neck. Inevitably remembering a lick on her neck that had her core tightening earlier that day. “I need it rough,” she gasped. She needed it silver-fucking-eyed too, she realized.
Theon lifted her chin just enough to meet her stare as he opened the button of her pants and slid his hand down until he found her clit, circling it incessantly as he pushed a breath-holding Lenna against the main door of the chambers. Theon licked the soft spot behind her ear, as the movements against her core became more intense. “Fuck, you are wet,” he purred.
Lenna closed her eyes, feeling the wooden door against her shoulder blades, her lower body trembling a bit as she tried to stay standing while he moved his hand and tongue without stopping. “Fucking wet for you, Jake,” she breathed.
“Are we role playing here?” Theon’s voice was grave as he bit her neck, two fingers now finding their way through her inner walls. Lenna moaned against his brown hair. And before she could register what he said, what she had said, the loud bangs on the door at her back slapped her to reality.
“Open the door,” a grave voice demanded from the other side.
Theon’s eyes were wide but glittered as he removed his hand from her red laced underwear.
Three more bangs, followed by another barked order, “Open the fucking door now.”
So Lenna did.
“Bossy as always,” Lenna smiled, enjoying the view of Jake’s angular jaw tightening as he eyed them up. Those silver eyes looking at her golden ones, at the open buttons of her shirt showing her red laced bra, the button of her pants undone. At the very attractive Theon and his very exposed and muscled upper body. At his wet hand.
As if noticing what Jake was looking at, Theon put his still-wet fingers in his mouth and sucked them slowly, his lips curling upwards.
“Who the fuck is this?” Jake spat, eyes back on Lenna’s even though he was doing an obvious effort at not looking at her generous breasts, at her nipples peaking through the lace.
She had fucking known he would be notified about anything interesting happening in her rooms. She had fucking known that he would invade her privacy again, either with perversion in mind or whatever else. What she hadn’t known was that he would be so agitated at the fact that she was going to fuck another man. Another very sexy man. So she wet her lips before she grinned.
“Jake Coralt, please meet my personal trainer, Theon Chloid. I was just welcoming him to your House.”