QueensQuest by Suz deMello

keep you late.” He
caressed my lips with his and I hummed with pleasure. His hands settled at my
waist and squeezed, then stroked up toward my bodice. He again reached into my
gown and lifted my breasts free.
    I eased my mouth away from his to inhale a quivery breath,
gripping his doublet at the sides. He gently unclipped my left nipple and,
bending his head, covered it with his tongue, laving the beaded, aching point
with tender strokes.
    Kissing my mouth, he eased me back against the door so his
codpiece thrust at my pussy through the thin satin gown. I drew his hips into
mine, spreading my legs so he lodged into my notch. He ground into me back and
forth. His cod caressed my clit through my gown and chemise as we kissed, our
lips and tongues tangling delightfully.
    Moisture dampened my body as passion grew. Storne reached
for my right breast and released it. The sudden rush of blood to the nipple
flooded me with renewed craving for completion. He covered my breast with his
hand, squeezing the globe, rotating it until I pressed it more fully into his
palm and groaned with need.
    “Until tomorrow, my queen.”
    His whisper sounded in my ear throughout all my dreams.

Chapter Six
     
    The next morning, I was awakened by the crash of boots on my
chamber’s stone floor. Tense, I jerked upright in bed.
    Storne was dusting himself off beneath the dark gap of a
ventilation shaft.
    “How did you get through there?” I demanded.
    “Good morning to you, too. Sleep well?”
    I ignored his courtesy. “Explain yourself.”
    He grinned at me. “The tunnel was a tight fit, but these
clothes helped.” He was clad entirely in gray leather, so smooth it appeared
shiny and slippery.
    “How did you know about the tunnels? They are a secret.”
    He lifted his brows. “It’s a poor secret that’s revealed for
all to see.”
    “Most people do not notice them.”
    “I’m not most people.” He sat on my bed. “I’m a warrior, and
always watchful. When I saw that the ventilation shaft in my room was large
enough for a slender person to wiggle through, I went exploring. I discovered a
false back on my wardrobe and an entire warren of secret halls throughout this
castle. As I said, Castle Remarck is an admirable stronghold, the most secure
and complex on Janus.”
    “Our legends say it is quite old, predating the Progenitors.
Generations of rulers have added to its secrets.”
    “May I presume you are familiar with those secrets?”
    “You presume correctly.” I leaned back into my pillows and
regarded him. “I shall either have to marry you or kill you. You already know
too much.”
    He hooted with laughter before giving me a quick but
friendly buss on the lips. “Did you sleep well?”
    I stretched my arms above my head, enjoying the way his eyes
tracked my nipples as they poked the cream-colored silk sheet. “Yes, I did.” After
I had brought myself off.
    He looked disappointed. “I had hoped you thought about me
all night.”
    I smiled. “I dreamed of you instead.”
    “Let me see your lovely breasts.” He twitched at the sheet,
and I allowed it to fall.
    “Rosy crests with bright red tips. Are you sore this
morning?”
    “A bit.”
    “I can help.” He covered one breast then the other with
gentle kisses.
    I slid my fingers into his dark, soft hair, which this
morning was tied at the nape with a gray leather strip. I pulled it out and
tossed it aside. He stretched full length atop me, with the sheet saving my
dubious chastity.
    If I didn’t distract myself and Storne, the decision would
be made based on lust, not policy. “Have you offspring?” I asked.
    Another shout of laughter. “Offspring? I do love the way you
talk. I have sons, yes.” He sat up.
    “How many? Where are they?”
    “Two, aged five and seven. They live with their mothers in
our clan fortress, FireMountain Keep.”
    “Your women, they will not mind if we marry?”
    “No. They live together already, you see? Without jealousy.
Continuing