Page 81 of Their War

Chapter Forty Seven: Arryn

Finally, the stubborn ass answered the question. I turned to Rhowyn, trying to read her reaction. She gave nothing away as she stood there silently. I gave her a moment to let that admission sink in.

Instead of saying anything, she stormed over to Brannoc, slapping him hard across the cheek and leaving a red mark on his face as it whipped to the side. Rubbing his cheek, he stared at her in pain and shock. “How dare you,” Rhowyn seethed.

Brannoc’s head dropped in shame. Well, this wasn’t the reaction I had expected.

“You made me think you didn’t want me. That you didn’t want the bond.” Her voice shook as she threw her words at him.

I didn’t think it was possible, but he seemed to shrink further into himself. “That was not my intention,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“You’re damn right you hurt me. I wanted you, and yet you let me think you didn’t want me. Why?” she demanded from him, her voice breaking with emotion. I fought my desire to reach out and console her, knowing they needed to find their way through this. My role for now was just the instigator to the much-needed conversation and reconciliation.

“I thought that there was no way you’d want me. That for a lower fae like myself to want the bond would be wrong. How will people take their new Queen being bonded to me?” he pleaded with her. “I may want you, but I don’t see how it’s possible.”

“First of all, fuck anyone who has a problem with us. If you think I’m the kind of person to care about such things, then you don’t know me. Second, this can only work if we both want it to. So, do you? Want it to work?”

He looked at her with such hope in his eyes, his mouth parting in shock at her declaration. “Yes,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I quite caught that. What do you want from me? Because whatever it is, I will give it to you. All you have to do is ask.”

“I want this,” he told her softly, though louder than before. “I want you.” His words more forceful this time.

“Good,” she told him with a smirk. She then grabbed his shirt, pulling him down until their mouths were millimeters apart. “Now, show me.” Not needing to be told twice, he kissed her deeply, earning a moan in response. My own cock took notice and wanted to come out and play. I readjusted myself, watching as he claimed her mouth, their tongues dancing and twining.

Rhowyn leaned further into him, rubbing herself against his cock, drawing a deep groan from him. He reached down and pulled the baggy shirt over her head, immediately resuming their kiss once that task was done. His hand found her breast and palmed it roughly, a gasp and moan sounding from Rhowyn’s lips.

Deciding to take my leave and give them the chance to make up properly, I turned toward the door. Two steps away, Rhowyn’s voice sounded out. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Brannoc still held her, but her heated gaze was on me now. “I was going to give you two a little privacy,” I said, preparing to leave again.

Rhowyn glanced at Brannoc, a question in her gaze. He simply shrugged, so she said, “I want you to stay.”

“If I stay, I’ll want to participate,” I told her, my voice growing husky at the thought of sharing her.

“I figured that was implied.” She smirked back playfully.

“And you know what that will entail? You’ve had a small taste, but just so we’re clear, I like to be in charge both in and out of the bedroom.” I stalked closer to her, fighting the urge to reach out and run a hand along her bare side.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she challenged me.

“We’ll see about that. I’ll have you begging by the time we’re through,” I warned.

“Big talk, but I haven’t seen you back it up yet,” she teased me.

“Hmm…” I hummed under my breath, stalking behind her. When she tried to turn around, I nodded to Brannoc to hold her still. It had been a long time, but we’d shared before. He was very aware of my proclivities. At one time, we’d even sought pleasure with each other, but nothing had ever progressed past our friendship. Though this time felt different. As if things were about to change between us, and I couldn’t find it in me to regret anything.

His hands gripped her hips, his mouth slanting to claim hers with a simple nod from me. While he devoured her, I let my hands rest on her shoulders, allowing one to drift down her back. Keeping my touch light, I watched as goosebumps rose on her skin as my finger traced down her spine. My finger drifted from the small of her back, around her hip bone, and then traced the hem of her panties, enjoying the sight of her squirming in Brannoc’s grip. She tried to rock back into me, but he held her firm, a moan of frustration escaping her mouth as his lips traced along her jaw. I watched him wring every ounce of pleasure from her body, building her up nicely.

I let my finger dip inside her panties and smiled when she widened her legs, giving me more access. Instead of diving straight in like I knew she was craving, I traced a circle around her clit, leaving my touch barely more than a whisper against her skin. She moaned again, her pleasure climbing as I continued to deny her what she wanted. I watched her closely as Brannoc’s lips claimed a nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, his own cock straining against his pants. Her breath hitched at the sudden force of his mouth, his hands and fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.

She was close, her chest heaving from the effort of the climb up the peak of her own pleasure, her hips trying desperately to rock against my hand. She was just where I wanted her.

Brannoc’s eyes met mine, knowing what was coming next. He withdrew from her nipple with a sucking noise, blowing on the wet pebble and causing it to harden until it was sharp enough to cut someone. At the same time, I pulled my hand from her panties, stepping back just enough to give myself room. With a swing, my hand met the perfect globe of her ass with a loud slap in the quiet room. She jerked forward with a gasp of pain and shock, but Brannoc held her still.

“Still think you want this? That you can provoke me and not pay for your insolence?” I growled softly into her ear, both warning and a promise in my voice. She whimpered when I rubbed the sore spot on her cheek, enjoying the feel of her thick ass in my hand. With one hand still on her shoulder to keep her in place, I pulled on the band of her panties, dragging them slowly down her legs, revealing the perfect red handprint that now stained her delectable skin.

She growled at me when she tried to move again, unsuccessfully. “Quit fucking around and fuck me already,” she demanded.