by Lily Thomas
“You started it by running into me, and now you’ll finish it.” She purred as she leaned down near his ear. Then she mounted him, his cock sliding into her wet and waiting pussy. His hips thrust against her, before his hands fell on her waist, pumping her body on his cock.
She moaned as her head fell back. “It feels so good!” It felt even more amazing due to the fact that they were doing this in public. The excitement was thrilling, and she prayed they wouldn’t get caught.
“Damn woman. If only you knew what you did to me.” Mathar growled out, but she had no time to think about what he was talking about. She was so hyped up and ready to come.
Her sheath began to clamp down around his length, and she loved the feel of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of her. She moaned again as she began to break around his cock.
Mathar came, shooting his hot cum into her before she collapsed on top of him her inner body quaking around him, grasping at his cock.
Adorra gave herself a few seconds to catch her breath before she rolled off of him. It had been so good, and once the excitement faded she felt stupid. She’d just allowed him back into her body, and this time she could have been spotted!
Footsteps interrupted them, and she pushed away from him before bolting to her feet and smoothing her dress down. Mathar rose to his feet calmly and buckled himself back into his pants, and then an ice giant rounded the corner. Eyed both of them, but kept on moving.
Once the giant was out of earshot, Adorra whispered hotly, “We could have been caught!”
“Exciting, isn’t it?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her like an idiot.
Adorra stormed towards him and raised a hand ready to wipe that smirk right off his handsome face.
Before she could react, he grabbed a hold of her hand and whipped her up against the stone wall. Using his body, he pressed her up against the rough stone.
“You tempt me beyond measure, but I won’t stand there and let you hit me.” He growled against the side of her face before nipping the outer edge of her ear.
She gasped and wondered what he might do. Was this going to be the moment he proved himself a brute? Was she finally going to prove to Jasmine that these people were just pretending to be kind?
“Punish me then.” Adorra challenged him.
“Oh, I’ll punish you, and you’ll enjoy it.” He leaned closer and sucked the bottom of her earlobe into his mouth.
Adorra’s knees buckled under her, but Mathar was quick to support her with his hands before she crumpled to the ground in a mass of heated flesh. His hands massaged her mounds of flesh, before making their way to her front. One of his hands slid down between her thighs, and she quickly parted her thighs.
His finger slid through her moist folds and then moved up to her nub. He rubbed it in tight circles, and her mouth popped open on a moan as her eyes slid closed.
“I want to hear you come.” Mathar leaned in towards her ear and continued circling her nub with her own moisture.
Adorra felt the pressure build inside of her until she shattered in a burst of pleasure. Sinking against the wall, she felt his hand abandon her hot center.
The moment she recovered, Adorra shoved him away, disturbed that she’d just let him stroke her off in a corridor, for a second time. She quickly put distance between them.
“What is it with you and doing this to me in a public setting? We could have been caught!” She backed away when he tried to move closer to her.
“I think you mean it was exciting.”
It had been exciting, but also dangerous. “What if someone had stumbled upon us?”
“They would’ve turned around and given us some privacy.” He sounded like this was something that was normal.
“Are you serious?” Adorra’s mouth dropped.
Mathar shrugged. “Sometimes passion overcomes people before they can find an unoccupied room to enjoy each other’s company. No one would blame us for finding passion wherever we could inside the castle.”
Adorra just shook her head and decided it was time for them to switch the subject. “I stopped because I lost my way and wanted to ask you to guide me to Jasmine’s room. Not because I wanted to share pleasure with you.”
“She’s resting.” He folded his arms in front of his chest looking like he was going to refuse her.
“That doesn’t matter. My sister will want to see me whenever she can, even if she is resting.”
He just watched her in stubborn silence.
“If you don’t guide me over there, I will insist this wasn’t my idea.” She pointed around the corridor.
His eyes darkened. “You wouldn’t do something like that.”
“Wouldn’t I?” She questioned him. “It’s not like you know me. I might cry wolf and see who comes to my defense. Jasmine might think you’re a great man, but she won’t believe you over me.” It wasn’t right of her to say it, but she didn’t mean a single word she was speaking. She would never speak such a hurtful untruth. What they shared here had been fantastic for both of them.
He growled at her, but he spun around on a heel and began leading her through the castle. As he led the way, she made sure to take note on where he was leading her so that she could find her sister’s room on her own from now on.
In no time, they made it to another corridor. Mathar moved out of her way and pointed at one of the few doors in the corridor. “That is your sister’s room.”
Adorra brushed past him, eager to speak with her sister and get away from Mathar.
When she reached the door, she knocked loudly on the door’s wooden face, until she heard Jasmine grant her access. She opened the door and then shut it closed in Mathar’s face. There was no need for him to join them. This was something she needed to discuss with her sister alone.
“Adorra!” Jasmine sat up on the bed from where she was laying.
“Don’t get up.” Adorra rushed over to her sister’s side and sat down on the bed. “Is Dryden here?” She glanced around the room.
“No. I think he’s tending to some duties down in the stables.”
“Good.” Adorra faced her sister again. She smiled at Jasmine. “I need you to do me a favor.”
Jasmine cocked her head to the side. “What is it?”
“I need you to convince Dryden that I don’t need a guard.”
“But”
“I need you to convince him that I won’t run away, because I won’t. As long as you are here, I have no intention of leaving you.”
“Because you think I’m being held captive.” Jasmine filled in.
“Yes.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes as she leaned back against the backboard of the bed as the wooden bed creaked with the movement. “What can we do to convince you otherwise?”
“Probably nothing,” Adorra admitted. “I don’t see why a human woman would want to remain here.”
“I’ve fallen in love.” Jasmine’s voice turned dreamy, and Adorra studied her closely. Her eyes had gone distant, and she got the feeling Jasmine was thinking of Dryden at that very moment.
“I’m happy for you.” Jasmine raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Seriously,” Adorra reached out and squeezed Jasmine’s hand, “I’m happy you’ve found love. I’m not trying to take that away from you. I just want to make sure this is your decision to stay here and not theirs. I also really need Mathar gone from my life.”
“Why?” Jasmine sat up. “Has he done something?”
“No,” Adorra shook her head. He’d done a lot, but nothing she hadn’t permitted him to do, “he’s been… fine. I just feel unnerved having him around.” More like she couldn’t trust her traitorous body around him, and she needed some space. But she wasn’t about to tell her younger sister such intimate details of her newly discovered love life.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t trust you not to escape,” Jasmine explained.
“We? Or him?” Adorra asked.
“We,” Jasmine emphasized. “I don’t want you to do
anything that might threaten the life I’ve made here.” Jasmine sent her another smile. “I’m so happy here, and I’m about to start a family.” One of her hands caressed her bulging stomach, and Adorra experienced a brief pain.
She’d been hoping to start her own family with Edmund, but she hadn’t been allowed that chance, and she felt cheated.
Adorra couldn’t believe she was going to say this, but she had to get it out and off her chest. “You want to remain here with people who killed my husband.” And she waited for Jasmine to disagree.
Jasmine looked taken aback. Her mouth opened, and then she closed it. Then she opened it, and then she closed it. “I… I…” Jasmine stammered.
Adorra threw her hands up in the air as she rose off the edge of the bed and stormed off. She didn’t want to be lied to by her own sister. “Let me know when you’re ready to tell me the truth.”
As she exited Jasmine’s room, her shadow was quick to follow on her heels, and she huffed as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She blinked them back. She was a strong woman who’d been on her own since her parents died and left her with her younger sister. She wasn’t the type of woman who broke down in tears.
If she had to tolerate Mathar’s constant presence, then she would.
A hand landed on her shoulder, spinning her around.
“Are you doing alright?” Mathar’s finger came up to wipe away a stray tear that had managed to get past her defenses.
“Do I look alright?” Adorra growled at him, and for a split second, he looked shocked at her outburst. A burst of hurt disbelief entering his dark depths.
“No, you don’t.”
“Probably because I’ve been taken against my will, and I know in my heart that a giant killed my husband that night, but no one will just come clean about it. And now I’m being forced to live among you all.” Once she finished, she tore down the hall, eager to get away from him before all her emotions spewed out of her.
Chapter 17
Mathar hated seeing Adorra like this. She was such a strong woman, and he loved that about her, but he could see all of this was finally wearing down on her. He thought it made complete sense. He was amazed she hadn’t broken down earlier. Throughout their journey through the mountains, she hadn’t broken down. Even when she thought he might be her husband’s killer she hadn’t lost her determination or backbone.
He let her go. It wasn’t like a human was going to make it far if she tried to escape. It would be reported back too quickly for her to get anywhere, especially with all the snow out there. He also doubted that Adorra would go anywhere until she had Jasmine coming back with her. She was protective of her sister.
If Mathar followed her right now, he would do nothing but irritate her. She needed some space away from him. They both needed some space away from each other.
But he did think someone would have to tell her the truth. He didn’t want it to keep eating away at her. She was smart, and she was figuring out different parts, but she needed the whole truth to heal the wound they’d all caused.
All he knew was that he wasn’t certain he was brave enough to be the one to tell her he’d killed her husband. He could only imagine her anger… and the tears… those he feared the most.
It was decided. He would get Dryden and Jasmine together, and they would finally figure this all out.
Mathar sat down in front of Dryden and Jasmine in Dryden’s council room.
“Why did you call us together?” Dryden asked as he leaned back and folded his hands together over his stomach.
“We need to tell Adorra what she wants to know about the night Lord Gothar was killed.” Mathar wasn’t about to beat around the bush. He was the type of person to cut to the chase and get it over with.
“I know.” Jasmine looked pained as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I hate to see her guessing, trying to figure out who it might have been.”
“We must tell her what she needs to know.” Mathar insisted, seeing that Jasmine was almost at the breaking point.
“How can we without proof of what Lord Gothar was up to? All we have is my word.” Jasmine fretted.
Dryden sat still, thoughtful.
“What are you thinking?” Mathar asked him knowing his king would help them figure this problem out.
“There have to be memories we can dredge up. If this Lord Gothar is as cruel as you say,” Dryden glanced over at Jasmine, and she nodded, “then there have to be instances where Adorra suspected something or something wasn’t quite right. If you can get her to remember that, we might have a shot at showing her who she married.”
Mathar nodded his head slowly. “We just have to hope that’s true. Otherwise, she’s going to hate us all.” Him most of all.
Jasmine grimaced. “She’ll hate you all less. I was the one who asked you to kill him. Without me requesting your help, he would never have been killed.”
“She’s also most likely to forgive you over us, as you’re her family member.” Mathar just wished he hadn’t been the one to kill her husband, because she was going to hate him the most out of everyone. “Either way, she needs the mystery removed. Adorra deserves to know what happened even if we have no proof.”
“Then it’s settled. You will tell her.” Dryden sat forward having made a decision and rose from his chair.
“Woah, wait!” Mathar barked at his king as he rose out of his seat.
“Yes, Dryden, he shouldn’t be the one to do it.”
Mathar sighed in relief. He was glad Jasmine was on his side because he did not want to tell Adorra about his involvement.
“It should be me, Dryden.” She pointed to her chest. “I was the one who got you all involved in the first place. And she will come to understand sooner if it’s from her sister and not from some ice giant.” She looked over at Mathar. “No offense.”
He waved it away. “None taken.” Because he was some giant. He was nothing special to Adorra despite the fact that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“Now I just have to figure out a way to tell her about it.” Jasmine heaved a sigh. “I suppose after dinner I will take her to our room?” She looked over at Dryden for approval.
He nodded.
Mathar felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. Finally, Adorra would be on the same page with everyone else, and he wouldn’t have to feel like such a piece of shit. He was her husband’s killer, and he hadn’t said a word to her about it. Instead, he’d been lusting after her while he knew she would hate him the moment she knew the truth.
“How have things been at the manor?” Jasmine asked as Adorra slid another slice of meat onto her plate.
“For the most part, good. One of the horses delivered a foal not too long ago.” Adorra was glad to be back inside the ice giant castle.
“The barn had been my favorite place to read.” Jasmine’s eyes took on a dreamy quality as she thought back to the past.
Adorra took a bite of the meat. “I would’ve expected you to continue your bookish ways, but I have yet to see one in your hands while I’ve been here.”
“Yes,” Jasmine sighed, “unfortunately, all their books are in a different language as you can imagine.” She held a finger into the air. “Although, I am learning their language, very slowly, but Dryden’s been kind enough to help me along. He even hired a tutor.”
Adorra eyed the king over her sister’s head. Why couldn’t any of them be acting brutish? The ice giant king was even trying to help her sister blend in. She took another bite of her meal as her gaze slowly drifted over the great hall, and all the people crowded around tables.
Then Jasmine leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Do you mind if we steal away?”
“Sure,” Adorra whispered back. Was this finally the moment she’d been hoping for? Was Jasmine about to tell her she wanted to escape and get back to their old life? Excitement pumped through her. She knew if she was patient it would all work out for the best.
They excused themselves
from the table and quickly made their way through the great hall which was crammed full of ice giants who wanted to do nothing more than to have fun and eat their fill.
As they passed by Mathar’s table, he rose and followed them, but at more of a distance than he usually did. She eyed him over her shoulder for a second before Jasmine yanked on her hand, drawing her attention back to their fast pace through the castle corridors.
Once they reached Jasmine’s chambers, she shut them in there before guiding Adorra over to a couple of plush chairs near the warmth of the fireplace.
“What is it?” Adorra took a seat eager to know if her sister finally wished to escape the ice giant castle.
Jasmine took a moment, glancing between Adorra and the fireplace, looking uncomfortable.
“Is something wrong?” Had Dryden done something? He might be an ice giant, but if he’d hurt her sister, Adorra would bash his head against a wall. She might be a lady, but she wouldn’t tolerate her sister being harmed, emotionally or physically.
“You wanted some questions answered, and I think it’s time for us to speak.” Jasmine clutched her hands in front of her until they turned white. Jasmine was beginning to make Adorra a bit nervous.
“I do.” She ventured slowly.
“I feel as though I should start from the beginning.”
“I think you should.” So they could both be on the same track. Adorra felt her nerves work up inside her and she wished she had something to do with her hands. She was finally going to know the full story behind Jasmine’s disappearance and her husband’s death.
“Well,” Jasmine’s eyes shifted to the flames dancing around the logs in the fireplace, “I was reading a book in the stables.”
“Like you always do.” Adorra rolled her eyes as she gave a tense laugh, knowing she was trying to break up the story because she was worried about what her sister would tell her.
“Yeah,” Jasmine laughed, “but while I was reading, I heard some voices below me.” Her voice lost the laughter and was replaced with a more serious tone. “When I glanced over the edge, I saw Lord Gothar and Keir speaking below me.”
