#11: The Greatest Show
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I had come to accept the fact that my entire family had betrayed me, but one thing I still struggled to come to terms with was how my body could betray me as well.
It made little to no sense.
We were on his makeshift bed, and his hands seemed as though they were everywhere all at once while his lips attacked my neck, blazing a new path of their own on the sensitive skin.
A gasp escaped my lips once, and maybe a moan twice, and if I didn’t hold onto the sheets as tightly as I was doing so right now, then even more sounds would have escaped me.
Lord Aubrey paused and looked at me, his hands and mouth taking a break that my body did not need. His hair fell forward making him appear like every hero I had spent years reading about.
I swallowed.
This was supposed to be a show so why did it feel like it was only the both of us that existed in the world.
“We are supposed to perform a great show, Feywin,” he whispered, his voice dark and hot with the tension that danced between us.
“I understand.”
“Then why do you hold yourself back?”
“I don’t know.” This time, my voice was the smallest it had been all night and I could feel heat settling into both my cheeks and the area between my legs.
He leaned even closer, until our heads nearly touched each other. “I swear that after this, I would never touch you again unless you want it… unless you beg me for it. B-but now… I…” His voice came out in ragged breaths and I could tell just how much he was holding himself back.
If his voice wasn’t enough, his hardness against my thigh made the situation impossible to ignore.
Knots formed in my stomach. With him this close, his body heat bled into mine, stealing every coherent thought I had left and those gentle eyes that watched my every move like they were created just to serve me.
“Fine. Just this one time. Do it,” I finally told him.
He leaned down once more. His head now against mine. His eyes shut as though all of this was beginning to get too overwhelming for him. “Then I’m going to need you to allow yourself to make some noise. Allow yourself to feel whatever it is you’re feeling and forget everything else just for today. I’ll spend outside. I won’t penetrate. You have full control here… I just need you to please try and trust me.”
My grip loosened on the sheets as I closed my eyes just like he did.
One thought crossed my head.
Lord, forgive me.
I nodded, letting myself go completely.
His mouth found mine again, swallowing whatever sound I might have made. His hand slid lower, between my thighs, and I stopped thinking entirely.
There was only sensation. His fingers moving with devastating precision. His breath hot against my ear, murmuring things I couldn’t quite hear over my own racing pulse.
“Let them hear you,” he whispered. “Let them know.”
And I did. I stopped fighting. Stopped holding back.
Wanton sounds escaped me and his growls matched mine.
A sensation formed in my lower belly and when I exploded and all the waves shattered, I cried out. My voice was loud enough for the pack below. Loud enough to leave no doubt. Loud enough to proclaim this the greatest show.
Still on top of me, he rubbed his member against my thigh as he used a free hand to stroke it. The movement was rushed. Hurried. But not without a certain rhythm I might have memorized in our short time. The sight alone was enough to build a new tension in my lower belly. Enough to make my mouth water along with another place I much rather not acknowledge. It took only a few moments for his control to be utterly and devastatingly shattered. I felt the heat of him against my stomach, the shudder that ran through his entire body when he collapsed on top of me.
For several heartbeats, neither of us moved. We just breathed. Existed in the small space between duty and something that felt dangerously close to desire. Dare I even say, need.
A small fear settled in me, knowing that there would be no coming back from this.
“They’ll believe it now,” Lord Aubrey muttered, his forehead still pressed against my bare chest.
I didn’t trust myself to speak. My body still trembled with aftershocks, and my mind hadn’t quite caught up with what had just happened.
What we had just done.
I could not tell how much time had gone by when he rolled away and reached for something. My eyes watched him in silence, too afraid to make a move of my own and somehow slip into a conversation that covered what had just transpired between us.
He returned with a cloth? To clean us both? The gentleness of the gesture somehow felt more intimate than everything that came before.
That was the first time I found myself questioning if he were truly a monster or human.
Below, the music still played. Above, the moon watched through the sheer red curtains.
And I lay there, wondering how I’d ever convince my body that this was just a performance.
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