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Jade was not happy—strike that. Jade was furious. Her blood boiled as she watched some stuffy nobleman’s beanpole of a son flirt with her princess. He was getting too close and if he even thought about putting his hand on Kit’s arm again, he was going to lose it.
And Kit was visibly uncomfortable as well. The strained smile on her face was clearly an effort to keep up and she would take a step back with every lurch towards her the boy made. She would cast glances in Jade’s direction every minute or so, her eyes begging her to intervene. But Jade was stuck on the sidelines. Though she knew of their relationship, Queen Sorsha had all but ordered Kit and Jade to play nice with the guests before the party. Whatever family this boy came from was apparently important enough for Sorsha to give them a warning scold in advance.
At the time, they had scoffed, unable to imagine why they would need a warning at all. Kit’s public façade and sense of decorum had grown leaps and bounds in the last year. She was still hot-headed and stubborn, but at least she was growing up and gaining a new appreciation for the finer skills to navigate diplomacy and public events. Surely these people wouldn’t be so terrible that they couldn’t handle it. But as they were now learning the hard way, they very surely were.
Beanpole boy was apparently a notorious and obnoxious flirt, attempting to seduce any woman with a pulse. The kitchen maids and servants must have been too easy for him because he set his sights right on Kit and it seemed like the more she resisted, the harder he pushed. Jade finally understood why Sorsha had spoken to them beforehand. She must have known his reputation and warned them both against acting out.
“It’s only for one night,” the queen had told them. “I need you both to control yourselves and not do anything…rash.”
Rash was right because right now, it was taking every ounce of willpower within her to not walk over there and kill the boy. And she was sure Kit was feeling the same way.
Jade winced as the music struck up a familiar chord. Oh no.
Nobleman Beanpole grabbed Kit’s hand before she could scurry away and dragged her onto the dance floor where several other couples were already lined up. This was one of her and Kit’s favorite dances and this boy was about to ruin it for them.
Jade shot a look over to the queen only to find her already staring back. Sorsha subtly jerked her head, a clear summons. Jade leapt to her feet, rounding the head table to stand beside Sorsha’s chair. When she bowed low, Sorsha leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“When this dance is done, you may rescue Kit. She’s entertained that sexist buffoon for long enough.”
Jade shot her a grateful look. “Thank you, Your Majesty. It’s getting difficult watching him put his hands all over her.”
Sorsha nodded. “I agree. And let Kit know I’m sorry I threw her to the wolves like this. But this trade agreement between us must continue. I didn’t need her spurning the Duke’s son and causing…problems. She’s handled him and herself fairly well tonight. But when you go to extricate her, if you wouldn’t mind doing it…subtly. No duels or swords please.”
Jade chuckled lowly. In the past year, since they’d returned with Airk, Sorsha’s relationship with her children—and consequently Jade—had grown significantly. It was by no means perfect and Jade, as a knight, still had to put decorum first, but it was still something.
“I understand, Your Majesty, although I’m not sure Kit’s gonna be too happy about all this.”
“Perhaps she can consider this payback for the embarrassment she caused me at her and Graydon’s engagement celebration.”
Jade had to bite her lip to keep from snorting in royal presence. Sorsha was actually pretty funny once she let you get to know her.
The music in the room swelled to a crescendo and then a moment later, it ended. The dancing couples all turned to one another and the men bowed to the women, taking their hand and placing a kiss on the knuckles.
Jade’s mouth twitched in disgust and then watched with amusement as Kit yanked her hand back and wiped it on the side of her pants. She had all but stopped wearing dresses to formal events and Jade thought these outfits definitely fit her best. She had to fight the urge to swoon at the billowing silken shirt tucked loosely into the waistband of her form-fitting trousers. The jade necklace Kit always wore around her neck hung loosely between the curves of her breasts.
“I think that’s my cue,” Jade murmured. She bowed again to Sorsha before taking her leave and making her way onto the floor. Weaving through the crowd, she came upon Kit and her unfortunate companion. “Excuse me,” she said, not caring that she was clearly interrupting whatever the guy was in the middle of saying. “Mind if I steal the Princess away for a little while?” Her tone gave no room for argument and yet this boy still managed to find one.
“Uh, actually we were kind of enjoying ourselves.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jade heard Kit grumble beneath her breath. “Look…” she trailed off, looking to the boy for help.
“…Marvin.”
“Marvin…right!” Kit exclaimed. “Look, I’ve had a lot of fun tonight. I mean like a super amount of fun, but uh, I think I just need a little break.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’ll just come with you.” Man, this boy was really oblivious to any form of rejection.
“Oh, no, no,” Kit said, shaking her head, “You don’t have to. Jade, here, will take good care of me.”
“No, no, I insist.” Marvin gave her what was probably his cockiest grin. “We can step outside for some fresh air and you know,” he stepped close and trailed his fingers down Kit’s arm, “get to know each other better.”
Jade’s eyebrows hit her hairline. The sheer audacity of this boy to be hitting on her princess, her girlfriend, her lover.
Kit tried to step back, her patience quickly approaching its limits. “I don’t think so. You’re a,” she fumbled trying to come up with an inoffensive word, “nice guy, but this isn’t happening.”
“Come on, I know you want it.”
Marvin made two mistakes in that moment. The first being saying those words in front of two women who so clearly did not want “it” and the second? The second mistake was laying his grubby hands on Kit yet again.
Having had enough of the games, Jade pulled out the dagger strapped to her hip and forced herself in between them. Sorsha had said no swords or duels so technically she wasn’t violating her promise…yet. She rested the sharp edge lightly on the idiot’s wrist, her eyes spelling danger for him.
“I suggest you remove your hands from my princess…or I’ll have so much fun removing them for you.”
Immediately, Marvin took his hands back and moved away, evidently not that much of an idiot. “Okay, fine, fine, whatever. Call off your dog.”
Jade’s hackles raised, but she elected not to escalate the situation, well aware that eyes were starting to glance in their direction. “I think there are some skirts in the kitchens that would welcome your chase…how about you go find out?” Her glare was dismissive yet almost daring him to say something else. She itched to prod him along, her fingers still wrapped firmly around the hilt of her dagger.
Despite his clear agitation, he made no further move, opting to grumble discontentedly underneath his breath and walk away with his tail tucked between his legs.
“Let’s go, Kit,” Jade said, paying no further heed to the man-whore shimmying his way up to another woman already. She sheathed her dagger and grabbed an unnervingly silent Kit, dragging her out of the hall behind her. On their way out, Jade made eye contact with Sorsha who sighed at her and lightly shook her head.
“Subtle,” she mouthed to her.
Jade winced in remorse. “Sorry,” she mouthed back. Yeah, she was going to hear about this later.
Kit was quiet the entire time Jade led her away, letting herself be pulled through the maze of hallways and up flights of stairs until they reached her room. Jade couldn’t even find it in herself to care if they were seen by any servants or guards. It’s not like the whole palace didn’t know about the two of them. There quite literally wasn’t a worse kept secret.
Shortly after their return from rescuing Airk, the handmaids were finding clothes that were definitely too big to fit the princess mixed in with her own as they did laundry. The cooks never blinked as meals for two were regularly requested to be brought to her room. The guards who patrolled the halls certainly were very keen to start plugging their ears and chancing only the briefest of glances down this particular hallway. They learned early on that the sounds coming from their beloved princess’s room in the middle of the night were nothing that needed further investigation.
The gossip mill in a castle worked quicker than wildfire and it came to absolutely no one’s surprise that Princess Kit and her best friend Jade were very much involved. There had been no announcement of courtship from the two yet, but it was only a matter of time. Queen Sorsha wouldn’t let those two run around like that forever without making it official soon.
Jade nearly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the door to Kit’s room. Throwing it open, she pulled Kit inside…and promptly pushed her back into it, slamming the door with the collision of their bodies. Her mouth hovered just inches above Kit’s, who was staring wide-eyed up at her lover.
“Do you know how hard it was seeing that idiot put his grubby little hands on you all night?” Jade asked her.
Kit raised an eyebrow. “Do you know how hard it was letting him? If Mom hadn’t warned me to behave early on then I would’ve cut off a finger or two of his long ago. She so owes me.”
Jade chuckled. “Actually she said she’s sorry about it, but also that it’s payback for last year when you made a scene at yours and Graydon’s party.”
Kit groaned. “I’ll find a way to make her regret this.”
“Well how about,” Jade started, her fingers loosening the hem of Kit’s shirt and finding their way underneath, “instead of plotting revenge on your mother, I reward you for tolerating that imbecile.” She put her mouth next Kit’s ear and breathed her next words slowly. “And for being such a. Good. Girl.”
Jade could feel the shudder that ran down Kit’s back and grinned, knowing full well what those words would do to her. A needy whimper sounded in her ear and that’s all it took for Jade to go feral.
Off came the belt fastening her sword and dagger to her waist, the weapons hitting the floor with a loud clang. She had Kit out of her clothes in record time and if she accidentally tore Kit’s shirt in the process, well, she wasn’t sorry. The end result was the same and that meant Kit naked before her.
Her teeth ravished the smooth expanse of neck exposed as Kit turned to jelly in hands that traced her curves. They gripped her hips hard enough to leave imprints as her mouth sucked dark bruises across her throat. Kit might kill her later for it, but she certainly wasn’t complaining right now.
Hands clawed at her shirt-clad back, simultaneously trying to pull her closer and push her farther. Jade was in no mood to play around. She wanted to wash away the stench of that disgusting little dweeb and claim her princess for her own. Moving down her chest, she slipped Kit’s nipple into her mouth. Kit arched her back, her head thumping loudly against the door.
Jade licked and sucked her way to her other breast, nibbling lightly on the already stiffened peak. She bit down on the soft swell of her breast, soothing the heated sting with cool swaths of her tongue.
“Jade,” Kit moaned, already delirious with pleasure.
Placing her hands beneath Kit’s thighs, Jade lifted her off the floor and carried her over to the bed. She laid her down and roughly yanked her to the edge so that her legs were hanging off. Kneeling between them, she used her palms to part the way, practically salivating at the sight of Kit so swollen and ready for her.
“You were so good, Kit,” she whispered, kissing the inside of her thighs. “You didn’t maim or murder that boy at all. And I know you really wanted to.”
Kit huffed a laugh, her body trembling as Jade got closer and closer to her target. “Well, I thought I’d leave that up to you.”
Jade’s eyes snapped to hers with a fiery glare. “And I would have too. You weren’t the only one who had to behave. I wanted to take my sword out and run him through for even daring to look at you.” She hooked her arms beneath Kit’s legs, throwing them over her shoulders. “He thought that he could put a claim on you; that you would fall into his bed and be another notch on his belt. But he can’t, you know why?”
Kit sat up on her elbows, her chest heaving in anticipation. “Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”
“Because you’re mine.” Jade’s breath was hot on her center. “You’re my good girl,” she said with a growl, her tongue then delving deep within Kit’s folds.
Kit’s hips shot up in response, almost knocking Jade’s nose in, but all Jade does in relish in the way her body reacts to her. Instead of holding her down, she lets her hands run wild, tracing her ribs, caressing her breasts. Her hips pick up the rhythm of the tongue licking into her and she follows it like a sensual dance they’ve done together for just long enough now.
Jade’s gasping for air through her nose as she sucks on her clit and Kit lets herself fall back onto the bed, no longer having the strength to sit up. She blindly reached for one of Jade’s hands and laced their fingers together, barely able to hang on as lips and tongue tore her apart from the inside out.
Kit gasped when she felt two fingers slid into her effortlessly, their nimble tips curling and prodding, trying to find the right spot that would reduce her to nothing but an incoherent mess. She nearly came out of her skin, her hips arching off the bed when Jade found it.
“Oh fuck,” she whined. “Right there, baby. Fuck don’t stop.”
Jade wouldn’t dream of it. She massaged the spongy little area inside her with the pads of her fingers, shortening her thrusts in order to concentrate all her effort on it. Her tongue lashed Kit’s clit still, the little bud as red as the flush spreading over her chest.
Kit couldn’t stay still. She moved her hips, riding Jade’s face and fingers, trying to find her peak. Her panting echoed around the room, reverberating off the stone walls and coupled with the chants of don’t stop don’t stop fuck please it was music to her ears. Taking her hand away from Kit’s, Jade threw her arm across her waist to pin her down. She wanted her good girl to receive her pleasure and by the gods she was going to lie back and take it.
Speeding up her fingers, Jade added her wrist behind her thrusts and was rewarded with a long moan and the feeling of Kit’s inner muscles finally clenching down. Legs shook and snapped shut around her head, holding her desperately in place. A hand shot to her hair, tugging almost painfully. Kit’s abs contracted and rolled as she thrashed and writhed, her body under attack from the waves of ecstasy coursing through her.
Jade was finding it hard to breathe, the grip on her still tight as ever, but she didn’t care. If this was the way she was meant to die—suffocated between the legs of her beloved—then fucking hell, she was all for it.
It took several minutes before Kit had calmed down enough to relinquish her hold. Her whole body felt numb like she had just run straight from Tir Asleen to the Wildwood without stopping. All she could do was lie there and focus on breathing because if she stopped thinking about, she was sure she would stop doing it.
Removing her fingers, Jade slowly ran her hands up and down Kit’s thighs. “Have you come back to me yet?”
Kit continued to breathe. “I think so,” she gasped. “That was…” she shook her head. “Holy shit, Jade. I don’t think I can move.”
Jade chuckled, her ego maybe inflating just a bit. “There’s more where that came from.”
Kit lifted her head to look at her, a smirk on her face despite being thoroughly debauched. “Any more and you might actually kill me.”
Jade grinned rakishly and made her way up Kit’s body, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. “But what a way to go.” She moved to Kit’s neck, her tongue tracing the little purple bitemarks she had left there earlier.
Kit’s hands tangled in her hair. “My mom’s gonna be pissed when she sees those,” she warned.
Jade pulled back and looked at her, her eyes screaming with desire and a full sense of bravado. “You let me deal with your mother.”
Kit’s eyes widened in surprise. Fuck, she had never been more attracted to Jade than right now.