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the warning he’d hissed to the Royal Guard who showed up at the restaurant not long after he slit Agnon’s throat. Chloe overheard Trazen ask them to keep the incident quiet. He’d practically threatened them not to let it hit the media stations, or reach the palace of the Royals through any means apart from him.
He’s been pretty intense when he expressed those things.
Borderline frightening.
Now Chloe wondered what that was about, too.
She strongly suspected she already knew, though.
Still, she hoped she might be able to ask Trazen that question himself. She waited by the pool until it got dark, hoping he might come to speak with her if she placed herself somewhere in plain sight. A few servants offered her dinner... then a bath... then simply their company... .before leaving her alone after she refused all three.
Trazen himself never appeared.
In the end, she’d returned to Trazen’s room.
He was there, which almost struck her as funny when she saw that he was also completely passed out. He lay on his stomach on the raised bed in the dimly-lit room, sprawled out and fast asleep on the bedspread cover, still wearing all of his clothes.
It looked as if he’d crashed not long after they returned.
Now she lay there, listening to him breathe.
She was trying to decide if she should just get up... go for a walk around his grounds or even for a swim in the pool... see if anyone else was awake... when she heard Trazen move and glanced up at the bed.
She watched as he rolled to his back, raising a hand to rub some part of his face or head. She couldn’t see all of that, of course, not from her angle, but she saw his elbow and part of his arm, and heard him sigh. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark well enough that she could see his tail flicker from where it stuck out from under him.
He was definitely awake.
Realizing that, she pressed her lips together. The resolve she’d felt earlier that day returned, and before she could second-guess herself, she sat up, swinging her legs over to the side of the bed. Feeling that resolve grow into a denser feeling in her chest, she got up and walked to the bed, sitting down next to him. She simply sat there, looking him in the face when he flinched a little then stared at her.
He lowered his hand from where it rested on his forehead a second later.
“Hello,” he said, surprise tingeing his voice. “You are awake?”
“Yes,” she said.
He blinked at her, as if trying to think, or maybe deciding what to say.
Before he could speak, she slid further up on the bed, climbing up over him and sitting astride his waist. She rested her weight there and waited.
He tensed but didn’t move apart from a flicker of his tail.
After a few seconds more of watching his face, she slid her hands up over his chest, massaging the muscles there deliberately.
“Chloe... no... .”
“You don’t want to?”
He hesitated, unmoving as she continued to massage him through the embroidered fabric. When he didn’t say anything for a few seconds more, she shifted her weight down his body, balancing on his muscular thighs. Once she’d repositioned herself, she began pushing the heavy cloth shirt up his body.
His muscles clenched under the bare skin of her hands and fingers, but he didn’t resist, and even moved his back and lower body to accommodate her as she pushed his shirt up his chest, yanking it high enough to get it over his head. He arched his back when she tugged harder, raising his arms so that she could pull it the rest of the way off his shoulders.
Then he was lying under her, bare chested, breathing harder as she went back to exploring his body with her hands. She ran her fingers over the watery silk of his skin, tracing out muscles and hard flesh. The longer she touched him the more that longing returned to her belly, pulling at her, bringing a heat that began to spread over her skin.
“Sting me,” she told him softly.
She felt him reacting to her words, in more ways
He’s been pretty intense when he expressed those things.
Borderline frightening.
Now Chloe wondered what that was about, too.
She strongly suspected she already knew, though.
Still, she hoped she might be able to ask Trazen that question himself. She waited by the pool until it got dark, hoping he might come to speak with her if she placed herself somewhere in plain sight. A few servants offered her dinner... then a bath... then simply their company... .before leaving her alone after she refused all three.
Trazen himself never appeared.
In the end, she’d returned to Trazen’s room.
He was there, which almost struck her as funny when she saw that he was also completely passed out. He lay on his stomach on the raised bed in the dimly-lit room, sprawled out and fast asleep on the bedspread cover, still wearing all of his clothes.
It looked as if he’d crashed not long after they returned.
Now she lay there, listening to him breathe.
She was trying to decide if she should just get up... go for a walk around his grounds or even for a swim in the pool... see if anyone else was awake... when she heard Trazen move and glanced up at the bed.
She watched as he rolled to his back, raising a hand to rub some part of his face or head. She couldn’t see all of that, of course, not from her angle, but she saw his elbow and part of his arm, and heard him sigh. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark well enough that she could see his tail flicker from where it stuck out from under him.
He was definitely awake.
Realizing that, she pressed her lips together. The resolve she’d felt earlier that day returned, and before she could second-guess herself, she sat up, swinging her legs over to the side of the bed. Feeling that resolve grow into a denser feeling in her chest, she got up and walked to the bed, sitting down next to him. She simply sat there, looking him in the face when he flinched a little then stared at her.
He lowered his hand from where it rested on his forehead a second later.
“Hello,” he said, surprise tingeing his voice. “You are awake?”
“Yes,” she said.
He blinked at her, as if trying to think, or maybe deciding what to say.
Before he could speak, she slid further up on the bed, climbing up over him and sitting astride his waist. She rested her weight there and waited.
He tensed but didn’t move apart from a flicker of his tail.
After a few seconds more of watching his face, she slid her hands up over his chest, massaging the muscles there deliberately.
“Chloe... no... .”
“You don’t want to?”
He hesitated, unmoving as she continued to massage him through the embroidered fabric. When he didn’t say anything for a few seconds more, she shifted her weight down his body, balancing on his muscular thighs. Once she’d repositioned herself, she began pushing the heavy cloth shirt up his body.
His muscles clenched under the bare skin of her hands and fingers, but he didn’t resist, and even moved his back and lower body to accommodate her as she pushed his shirt up his chest, yanking it high enough to get it over his head. He arched his back when she tugged harder, raising his arms so that she could pull it the rest of the way off his shoulders.
Then he was lying under her, bare chested, breathing harder as she went back to exploring his body with her hands. She ran her fingers over the watery silk of his skin, tracing out muscles and hard flesh. The longer she touched him the more that longing returned to her belly, pulling at her, bringing a heat that began to spread over her skin.
“Sting me,” she told him softly.
She felt him reacting to her words, in more ways
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