Page 10 of White Raven

“Wait . . . this is the king’s office.” Brynden’s feet came to a standstill, probably recalling being in here earlier when they went over the marriage contract.

“Yes.” I continued to tug him toward the desk. “Makes it that much more exciting.”

“We can’t be in here . . .”

Sarina and I used to sneak in here all the time as children during parties—it felt rebellious, making up stories about the boring paperwork we found.

“Doing this.” His voice went up.

“Why not?” I lay back against the king’s desk lined with folders and papers. “Consummate the marriage in the exact place you signed the contract for our nuptials?”

He stared at me in shock, glancing over his shoulder at the door while his feet pranced the ground nervously.

“Don’t worry, my father is enjoying the festivities far too much to return.”

Brynden swallowed, still unsure.

“I promise.” I held out my hand, hauling him between my open legs. Gripping his face, I angled up and kissed him, pouring myself into it, wanting him to forget everything outside of us. I longed for someone to want me so desperately they couldn’t think straight.

Brynden’s lips started out hesitant but grew increasingly zealous, his hands sliding up my back, a moan materializing in the back of his throat.

“And by tomorrow night, we will be husband and wife,” I muttered against his mouth, my own mind trying to rectify this, but it would not settle on it as real. “Let’s pretend we already are . . . husband.” I tried to sound seductive, more like Sarina.

His lips grew hungrier, liking his new title. My legs wrapped around his hips, and I closed my eyes, allowing my foggy mind to get lost in the act, desperate to feel skilled hands trailing over my skin, parting my legs, making me cry out in bliss.

He continued to kiss me for a long while, his tongue clumsy, not advancing us any further. Letting my mind wander and grow bored. Impatient.

Yanking up his long tunic, I began to undo his laced trousers.

A choked moan burst from him the moment my hand brushed over his stomach, trailing south, my fingers gripping him. My touch switched him from unsure to crazed. “Huginn-Muninn.” He moaned louder, his hips bucking frantically against my palm like he was trying to hump the air. The way his eyes widened, his teeth biting into his lip, gave me pause.

“You’ve lain with a woman before?” I asked between his kisses, undoing the rest of the leather laces holding up his pants.

“Um . . .” His hesitation stopped me.

“What?” I blinked in surprise, pausing. “Really?” It was rare to find someone who was still a virgin at sixteen, let alone twenty-four. Especially a man. Not a bad thing, but it just shocked me he wouldn’t have lain with someone before this. Though I had heard, in some southern regions, they practiced stricter rules.

“I saved myself for my future wife.” He grinned, clutching my face. “Little did I know it would be for the White Raven.” His mouth took mine frantically, his need pushing my spine back onto the desk, his hips banging and rubbing against me. “Your father told us you were as well. That we would share this together as husband and wife.” His eyes so hopeful and reverential.

My father lied.

Instead of answering, I kissed him. Maybe it was a good thing we got it over with tonight. Have our first night as a married couple with a better understanding and familiarity with each other’s bodies.

Pulling up my dress, I widened my legs, showing him my see-through undergarments, watching his eyes bulge, his erection prodding out of his trousers.

“Kiss me,” I ordered.

He obliged with fervor.

My hand slid into his pants, wrapping around him, moving up and down.

“Oh Huginn-Muninn!” He gulped for air as my palm rubbed his shaft faster. Bucking harder into my touch, the desk moved over the rug. “That feels so good!” he croaked louder, his eyes glazing over, a vein in his forehead popping under his skin. My hand stroked him firmer, twisting and squeezing the tip like one of my lovers had shown me, cupping his balls in my other hand. Brynden moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I leaned over, swiping him with my tongue.

“Hrafn!” Gritting his teeth, he snapped so hard against my hand, he tipped the desk, sending folders scattering over the floor, spilling out papers. “Faen!” he barked when I did it again. The music and chatter from the celebration drowned out his cries, even from someone walking by. His head fell back, his groans pitching up into the ceiling in a crescendo.

Well, that was extremely fast.