Whimsy by Thayer King Page A

on
the other side of the room. He stepped forward out of the shadows and she could
barely contain a gasp.  
      She
locked eyes with the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. His jet-black curls
were glossy and perfectly coifed. His lashes were long and thick and the
perfect frame for his startlingly silver eyes. His features were perfect:
a straight nose, high cheekbones, a full sensual
mouth––and yet, he was not in the least feminine. His jaw was firm and
determined.  The man was the epitome of masculine beauty. He was not
as tall or as wide as Gaedrian , but she sensed that
he had not finished growing yet. He appeared very young, perhaps no more than
seventeen.
      Yet he
scared her in a way the Gogath had not.  His
pale eyes were cold and emotionless. Reptile eyes, she thought, and
shivered. He inclined his head to her in greeting. She returned his nod
then looked away. It was difficult to hold his direct unblinking gaze.
      “ Gaedrian , may I have a private word with you? It will only
take a moment. I don’t want to pull you away from your other pursuits for too long.”
      “She is
not allowed to leave the chamber. We will speak in the hall. Chaldor may still be there.”
      “Fantastic,”
she heard Dark say with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
      Once they
were gone, Whimsy took a deep breath. She stood and arranged the gown to be as
concealing as possible. She was tired. She needed time to think, but it didn’t
seem as though she were likely to get it. She’d gotten a brief reprieve with
the appearance of Dark, but she knew that Gaedrian would soon be renewing his efforts to seduce her.   She didn’t know how long she could resist
him.
      The door
opened and Gaedrian returned alone. He took off his
robe and threw it onto the nearest bench. “Dark says it was lovely to meet
you.”
      She
colored. That was one meeting she’d rather not recall. She didn’t know if she’d
ever overcome the embarrassment. She looked up at Gaedrian as he came to tower over her. “Was he real?”
      Gaedrian’s compressed his lips. “Real
enough.” He paused. “Do not forget you are here to fuck me and not a
child.”
      She gasped.
“I’m not here to-to-to...”
      “Fuck
me?” he supplied dryly.
      “Or
anyone else!” she added, indignant. “I merely asked because he seemed too––“
      “Handsome to be real?”   Gaedrian crossed his arms over his massive
chest.
      Whimsy
frowned. “Yes, but that’s not what I was going to say. I was going to say that
he seemed too cold and emotionless. Especially for someone
his age.”
      He
shrugged. “It is the nature of his people.”
      She
shivered. “He gives me the creeps.”
      Gaedrian’s eyes flicked over her, amusement kindling in
their depths.   “He is harmless enough.”
      She
suddenly realized that he’d been jealous over her. She couldn’t recall Serri ever doubting her devotion. Of course, he had no
reason to. No man would touch her knowing that she’d been betrothed to him
since the age of fourteen. “You were jealous,” she whispered, oddly hoping that
he would confirm her thoughts.
      “I do not
share,” he said simply. “Best you keep that in mind.”
      She
frowned. “Macho jerk.” He moved closer until his cock
touched the front of her gown. She immediately retreated.  
      “A macho
jerk you want to fuck.” He ran the back of a finger down her cheek.   “Where were we before the interruption?” He
easily undid the clasp of her gown. “Oh, yes, you were riding my tongue.”
      Whimsy
held the edges of the gown together over her breasts. “You said you’d let me go
after the kiss.”
      “And I
did. Sooner than I wanted to, but I did.”
      “But—“
      “Did you
think I meant that I would not try to hold you again? I only agreed to let you
go for that moment.”
      “C-could
you please give me some time?”
      He growled, a low rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest. “How much