any faerie discovered him in the forest, only he would be blamed.
Though she wanted to think he came after her because he cared for her. He had certainly lingered, especially when she had begun to undress. Thinking he would flee when she disrobed, she was surprised and aroused when he stayed on. Then her intent to shock him had turned into a fierce need to pleasure herself, and possibly him.
Her original desire had been to swim in the pools, think on her plight, then return to the castle. She had not intended to touch herself, but Braedon’s sudden appearance had spurred her on to new heights of desire.
Perhaps she wanted to show him that she was not some simple little girl with no brain, that she was a woman fully grown. A woman with desires, needs and perfectly capable of satisfying those needs on her own.
When she saw him unlace his breeches and remove his cock, she knew then that despite his insistence that he was cold, remote and unfeeling, underneath the surface King Braedon of Greenbriar was a very passionate man.
Perhaps this could work out after all, especially now that she had a glimpse into his fire. She had felt his gaze on her the entire time, and it accentuated her pleasure. So much, in fact, that she had let out a wild scream when her climax came upon her. It had been so intense, and she knew it was because Braedon watched, because Braedon had obtained his release at the same time. Her belly knotted in spasms of desire, needing to feel his strong cock between her legs.
But he had left, though not without imparting a bit of himself to her. And that revelation had been very interesting, indeed. Now it was time to go back to the castle and think on all that she had learned.
Perhaps tomorrow would be a very different day indeed.
Chapter Four
Trista rose and stretched, smiling at the sunlight streaming in through the windows of her chamber. She slipped on a gown of pale yellow, allowing her wings to spread out fully through the slits in the back of her dress. After tightening the laces of the dress across her stomach, she splashed water on her face and braided her hair, prepared to face the day. Though yesterday this room held no cheer for her, today it seemed brighter, more pleasant and welcoming. Even the tapestries seemed friendlier and filled with color.
She hurried downstairs to find Braedon, hoping she could share a few words with him over breakfast.
Would his demeanor toward her change after what they shared in the forest yesterday?
He was seated in the center of the room, surrounded by his men. Clearly this was not the time to speak with him. She searched out Erin and Donny, finding them seated at the end of Braedon’s table. She slipped into a chair next to them and dived into the morning meal. She was starving!
No more than two bites into her meal, she looked up to find Braedon standing in front of her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Eating.” Was that not obvious?
“You were up too late to help with the morning meal. See that it does not happen again.” Embarrassment flamed her face as she felt hundreds of pairs of eyes upon her. “I did not know my duties.”
“If you would drag your lazy ass from bed early enough to come down to the hall and ask, perhaps you would then know what is required of you.”
Apparently last night’s events changed nothing. If anything, Braedon was more surly this morning than he had been the day before. Mortified, she stood and picked up her bowl, taking it into the kitchens and throwing out the food, flinging the plate onto the massive stone counter.
How dare he embarrass her that way? In front of everyone at the castle, no less. The pig! The arrogant ass! She had half a mind to cast a spell and give him warts on his ass.
“Do not ever walk away from me again when I’m in the middle of a conversation.” She whirled around and shot him a venomous glare, uncaring that the kitchen staff gawked at them both.
“Do not ever lecture me in
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