Marissa Day by The Seduction of Miranda Prosper Page B

the favor of the Fae court. If they fulfilled their task, they would take their place among Their Glorious Majesties’ most trusted agents in the mortal world.
    “They dare not risk an open confrontation,” she said slowly.
    Sinjohn nodded in agreement. “And their resources are so thin, I doubt they’ll commit to a full-scale battle without hard evidence.” He gazed meditatively at his fingertips. “So, they will be on the hunt for that evidence. Where will they look to find it?”
    Viola smiled. “Well, in three more days, they’ll be able to look in the conveniently empty town house of their chief suspects. But”—she tapped her chin—“at the risk of degenerating into circular reasoning, they know that we know their identities and so will be on guard, because ...”
    “Exactly.” Sinjohn kissed her hand again. After a moment’s thought, he dabbled her fingertips in his wine and then laid them in his mouth. He licked and sucked until she could feel a delicious tightening at her center. A quick glance showed her his cock stirring beneath the loose fly of his breeches.
    “So in need, my lord?” Viola murmured, leaning down to run her hand along his growing erection. “Is there nothing left of the tidbit I sent you?”
    The both looked over to the young woman on the bed frame. Her eyes were open and still.
    “Not a thing,” murmured Lord Thayer with a smile.
    “Greedy.” Lady Viola squeezed him, letting her nails dig in ever so slightly in the way she knew he liked. “Perhaps I should send you to Miranda Prosper.”
    “Perhaps you should.” Sinjohn’s smile curled up, cruel and masterful. Viola’s breath caught in her throat to see it and she felt her pussy grow damp. “I admit I find myself quite curious to know what kind of woman needs two men to slake her thirsts.”
    Viola settled herself onto her husband’s lap and wriggled her ass against his cock. She wrapped her hand around Sinjohn’s throat, stroking him and claiming him at the same time. “Then, my dear, I shall have to make a gift of her to you.”
    “So generous, my wife.” He fondled the mounded flesh of her breasts where it showed above the scooped neckline of her gown. “But as you so rightly point out, Rathe and Marlowe will be wary, so we must be exceedingly careful in our preparations.”
    “I believe I shall enjoy that.” She ran her palm over his chest.
    “I’ll make sure of it, my dear.” He chuckled deep in his throat and bent to close his teeth around her nipple, causing her to hiss with the sweet pain. Too soon he released her. “But, alas, the party is not yet over.”
    Lady Thayer sighed. “Yes, and Lord Dunmore is losing so badly at cards. He will shortly be in need of a loan. If we provide it, I am sure he’ll be willing to do any number of little favors in return.”
    “So.” Sinjohn set her on her feet again, but not without a hint of regret in his eyes. “Each of us to our duty, then. But fear not—enough of pleasure will follow, very soon.”
    She smiled, and knew her eyes shone with all her simmering expectations as she curtsied to him. He stroked her cheek briefly before she straightened and began to make her way back upstairs.

Six

    “Sweet Miranda,” Corwin murmured as he softly stroked her back. “How are you now?”
    How am I? She had no words. Her bones had melted away, leaving only a delicious liquid inside her. She could not move; she could not think. She could only lie on the feather bed beneath the linen sheets and enjoy.
    As the last echoes of their climaxes had faded, Corwin had rolled away, stretching himself out full length beside her on the bed. He slid one arm around her shoulders to cradle her, and Miranda gazed up into his dark eyes. Her body was at peace, as was her mind. She was herself again.
    Except not quite. It seemed impossible that Miranda Prosper had done so many things that she could scarcely give name to, let alone receive such pleasure from.
    “And you, Corwin?”