Whimsy by Thayer King Page B

time?”  
      “A couple of days?”
      “Think
again.” He glanced out the window.   The
light was beginning to wane.   “Dinner
will be served soon. You have until nightfall.”
      “That’s
not enough time.”
      “Make it
enough.”
      She
worried her lower lip and turned from him. She didn’t know how many men Serri had with him. Their only hope was diplomacy. Their
people were not fighters. They weren’t built on the same scale as Gaedrian or his guards. She could only pray they would
listen to reason and release her when Serri came for
her. She glanced out the window. And he had better come soon.  
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
      Gaedrian watched Whimsy pick over her dinner. He should
feel guilty for pressuring her. Damned if he did though. Her very resistance
brought out his dormant predatory nature. The more she fought the attraction
between them, the more he wanted her. And she was fighting it. He saw the way
she watched his lips and his hands as he ate. Her own hands were balled into
tight fists most of the time. He deliberately taunted her. After the servants
had brought in the meal, he had immediately stripped out of his robe despite
the fact that he usually ate clothed.
      Her eyes
kept darting apprehensively towards the windows as it grew darker and darker
outside. Her breathing was coming in shallow pants. Her nipples were
peaked.   The pheromones were doing their
work.
      The
servants knocked before entering to remove the table and the remains of their
dinner. Gaedrian reluctantly put his robe back on
before allowing them to enter. The drapes were drawn over the floor to ceiling
windows and candles were lit to give the room a romantic atmosphere. It was so
dark at this point that little could be seen.
      Whimsy
stood so that they could remove her dining chair. She would not meet his gaze.
Once the last servant had left the room, he flung his robe aside. She
immediately backed away from him. “Whimsy,” he whispered, reaching for her and
pulling her body flush to his. She trembled.
      “P-please, Gaedrian , don’t do this to me.”
      He pushed
her hair back from her beautiful face. Tears were filling her dark brown eyes.
One tear slid down her cheek. He traced it with his tongue. “Whimsy, you do not
know how desperately I need you.” He placed small kisses over her face before
settling his mouth over hers. She gave a murmur of distress before opening her
lips to him. Her fingers slid into his hair. Her moans filled his ears. He
lifted her and took her over to the bed. She did not seem to notice when he
removed her gown so intent was she on drinking from his mouth. He plunged his
tongue deep and she arched her hips wantonly off the mattress. He growled and
automatically thrust back despite the fact that he was not yet sheathed in her
warmth.
      He cupped
her firm breasts, holding them so that the hard nipples raked his chest.   “Part your legs,” he ordered. “Wrap them
around me,” he said once she complied. He slid his length between her lips so
that his cock rubbed against her straining clit. Then he thrust hard, riding
her so that she was crying out with each undulation of his hips. Her heat was
scalding him. He gritted his teeth. Once she neared orgasm, he stopped. He
dropped his head to her shoulder. “Tell me you want me, Whimsy. Ask me to fuck
your sweet pussy.”
      Her nails
dug into his back and she pumped her hips against his erection
reflexively.   He gripped her hips so that
she could not move, could not tempt him to take her. He could not take her without
her permission. He needed her to ask for his cock.
      She was
shaking her head. “I can’t. You’ll destroy me.”
      He knew
his size was intimidating, but he had yet to encounter this type of fear. “I
would not hurt you.”
      “You
don’t understand. I can’t .”
      Gaedrian growled. Her eyes flew open and filled with those
damned tears again.   “Whimsy, you hurt
both of us with this