Warning: This chapter has lemon-lime something (more than a slushie. Sorbet?) in it. How's that for a warning, huh?
Chapter 9
I won't tell your secrets
Your secrets are safe with me
"Sarah!" Jareth called out as he frowned at the young boy, displaying his displeasure at the current situation.
Uh oh, Toby thought as he fiddled with his hands. His mother always told him that his mouth would get him into trouble one day. This might be the day.
"What?" Sarah yelled back from a room upstairs.
"I suggest you come down here, now!" Jareth shouted, turning back toward the stairs. "We have a visitor."
"A visitor?" Sarah yelled back. "How's that possible? I didn't hear the door."
"Just get down here!"
The sound of a small snicker caused Jareth to turn around to Toby.
"Find something amusing?" Jareth asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You two sound like an old, married couple," he pointed out. "But you're not really, are you?"
"You ask a lot of questions, Tobias," Jareth warned as he approached the sofa.
"Oh crap," he whispered to himself. Much to Toby's relief, Sarah walked slowly down the stairs. She, just like Jareth, was wearing her normal Aboveground clothing, jeans and a shirt.
"Toby," she said, surprised to see him on the couch as she looked at Jareth. "What are you doing here?"
"This mischievous urchin has questions," Jareth said, sauntering to the door in order to lock it.
Suddenly, the words of the psychic rushed through his head: These creatures are not all sweet and nice. Toby saw Jareth locking the door, causing him to stand up in a panic, turning his head from Jareth to Sarah and back.
"I just wanted to ask some questions," Toby said, praying his nervous stutter wasn't showing. "I didn't mean to cause trouble."
Sarah realized what was happening, rushing to Toby's side, reaching one arm around his shoulders and sitting with him on the couch.
"Hey," she said, reassuringly. "We're not going to hurt you. I promise."
"I forgot to lock the door," Jareth shrugged. "You get annoyed when I don't do that."
"You knew that would scare him," Sarah chastised as glared at him with side eyes.
A sly grin crept across Jareth's face. "Two birds, one stone, and all that," he said.
"What happened here?" Sarah asked, looking at Jareth and then Toby.
"Looks as though our cover is blown," Jareth answered.
"I just… I asked him if he was the Goblin King," Toby whispered. Now, it was Sarah's eyes that went wide with panic.
"Ah, such a relaxing weekend," Jareth said, leaning against the wall.
"I'm so sorry," Tali said quickly, appearing in front of the group, in the middle of the living room. "I know you said emergencies. But this is kind of one. I think."
Sarah stood and approached Tali, temporarily forgetting about Toby, grabbing the papers that were held in her hand. "What's going on?"
Suddenly, Lochlan appeared right in front of Sarah, causing Tali to back up a bit. He looked a little unkempt. His hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, but several tendrils had escaped its confines, giving off the appearance that he just woke up from bed.
"Most gracious Queen," he said with a mocking bow. "I humbly request that you speak to Lady Tali on my behalf. Thus far, she wants nothing to do with me; I wish to court her." He heard a small shuffling of feet behind him and rotated his head to see the object of his affections. "Hello, pet," he purred, stalking toward her which caused Tali to step back.
Tali was more surprised that he would do this in front of others rather than the actual act itself. Although since they last spoke only a few hours ago, he seems to have spent some quality time with a bottle of liquor.
"Hey! Have you lost your mind?" Sarah asked, suddenly remembering the presence of the young human. She marched toward Lochlan and pushed him in the opposite direction of Tali. "You just appeared in front of a human."
Lochlan and Tali both peered over Sarah's shoulder to see Jareth, looking bored with the goings on around him, standing next to a gawking, young boy.
"Oops," Lochlan smirked. "Is he one of those stupid humans? We can say that this is a dream."
"I'm not stupid," Toby called out.
"He's not stupid," Sarah and Jareth said at the same time.
"And who would even dream this conversation?" Sarah asked incredulously. "All of this is insane. In the kitchen, both of you."
Tali walked to the kitchen as order, but Lochlan stopped before leaving the room.
"Forever trapped with babysitting duties," he said, teasing his brother.
"Don't make me throw a knife at you," Jareth warned.
Lochlan laughed and left the room as Sarah turned to Jareth, glaring daggers at Toby. "Keep an eye on him."
"Now, you've done it, Toby," Jareth sighed, sitting next to him on the couch.
"This is a quaint, little human house. My brother needs to think larger than a suburban dwelling," Lochlan said as Sarah entered the kitchen. He moved closer to Tali and nuzzled her neck as one of his hands sneak around to hold her waist. "Just so you know, I have a lovely chateau in France. Would you like to see it?"
Tali smelled a strong scent of ale on his breath as she muffled her laughter by hiding her face in her shoulder. Sarah grabbed him by the collar, pulling him away from her lady-in-waiting.
"Settle down and keep your hands to yourself," she ordered, leaving a peeved Lochlan to sit alone in the kitchen nook. "All right, Tali, you first."
Tali timidly moved a section of hair behind her ear, remembering that she came here for a purpose. "Uh, Queen Kalin showed up at the Palace," she began. "She seemed off and by off I mean smashed or maybe just blinded by anger. Now that I think about it, it could be both. But, she demanded that I give you those papers as soon as possible."
"Hold on. Why are you giving this to me?" Sarah asked. "Where's Cormac?"
"Um," Tali said, peering up at the ceiling, contemplating her words over. "Cormac might be terrified of Kalin. And he might have shown up at my mother's home and told me to go talk to her. I think he's hiding in the Palace stables right now. He might also not want me telling you any of that."
Sarah sighed as she rolled her eyes and then skimmed over the papers in her hand. "Judging by the ragged appearance of her handwriting and the various misspellings, I think she wrote this herself in about two seconds." She read the first few lines of the paper, as difficult as it was to read. "She wants to terminate her contract with Taggert? I can't deal with this right now, especially since she's overreacting about… what is her complaint? It's all smudgy. Tell her I'll think about it and will speak to her when I get back."
"Okay," Tali said slowly, not too pleased with that response.
"If she is giving you problems, have her come see me," Sarah assured her as she handed the papers back to the half-elf. "Does that sound better?"
Tali gave a sigh of relief and nodded her head. "Yes, it does."
"Also, tell her to make sure there are no humans present if she comes," Sarah ordered. "That's goes for you too."
"Yes, of course. Sorry about that, again."
As Tali began to disappear, Lochlan stood up his chair in the nook and called out to her. "You have my heart, Little Bird!"
A look of amused confusion crossed her face before she vanished.
Sarah slapped him in the arm. "Are you insane?"
"I have been called that before," he said nonchalantly. "You're not hurting my feelings."
Sarah leaned into him, getting a whiff of his breath. "Have you been drinking? Why is everyone drinking, yet I'm sober?" she asked, reaching into a cupboard to grab two glasses. "I'm supposed to be the one with the bad week. What's wrong with you?"
His head bowed slightly as his shoulders slumped. "I'm not sure what I'm doing," he admitted in defeat.
"Yes, I can see that," she said, filling the glasses with water. "You and Jareth have many things in common. Incompetency when it comes to wooing someone is one of those things."
"She finds me sweet," Lochlan said, defending himself. "She said so herself."
"Tali is incredibly nice and kind," Sarah said as she handed him one of the glasses. "She trying to be pleasant in the face of your insanity. Sweet is not the word I would use to describe what you're doing."
"Then what would you call it then?" he asked.
"Entertaining," Sarah replied.
"Who wants a boring companion?" Lochlan countered.
"Who wants a companion that is extraordinarily exhausting?" she refuted.
"And Jareth isn't?" he said with a laugh.
"Jareth is very exhausting- at times," Sarah explained. "At times being the key words here."
Lochlan said nothing as he ran his fingers through his hair, freeing it so it flowed free.
"What is your strategy?" she asked. "Stalking her? Yell random things at her until… what exactly is suppose to happen?"
"My first idea was to drag her to my castle and tie her to my bed until she'll have me," Lochland admitted. "However, I thought better of it since I believed that you would frown on such behavior."
Sarah stared at him with bewilderment.
"Yeah, I would frown on that behavior. Lochlan, you can't do that," she stated becoming increasingly agitated at his inability to properly pursue someone. "And I doubt she would be pleased with that plan also."
"Well, then, it seems as though I've run out of ideas," he said as he took a sip of water. "Was approaching you about this issue foolhardy on my part? She told me that you warned her about me."
"Everyone should be warned about you," Sarah said, defending herself. "Some sort of sign should be attached to your back. And, sure, I did tell her about you- basically that you're... different. But, I never told her to shun your advances."
This was news to Lochlan. "What?" he questioned. "I assumed you poisoned her head."
Sarah blinked at his admission. "I'm actually insulted that you think that of me. I'm way too lazy to manipulate relationships like that."
"Then explain to me why she treats me like the plague?" he countered.
"To be fair, no one would allow the plague to nuzzle her neck," she pointed out. "You have to face the fact that your reputation precedes you. She knows about your exploits…."
Lochlan slammed the glass on the counter, shocking Sarah that the cup didn't break.
"My exploits are… Never mind. I have no interest in being an open book to others," he confessed. "You should know this by now."
"Wait-are you being serious about wanting to court her?" Sarah asked. "That's not the booze speaking?"
"Are you shocked?" he inquired. "Surprised by that I would take an interest in someone?"
"Frankly, yes," she said. "You make fun of Jareth and acted as though courting is the dumbest thing anyone ever created."
"It's only one of the most useless things created," Lochlan amended. "Not the most useless."
"Why do you like her anyway?" she inquired as she looked at him in suspicion.
"That is none of your business," he smirked. Sarah sighed as she rubbed the back of her neck in exasperation.
"Since I don't want you barging into my house anymore, I will tell you this," Sarah said, sincerely. "This, how you are with me, most of the time anyway, is what you need to show Tali if you want her to not just laugh at your bizarre antics. That bravado you display only works when you are trying to intimidate someone. Jareth tried that, and it didn't work so well. And if he still did that with me, he would be sitting by himself in a corner."
"I heard that," Jareth yelled from the living room.
"I'm sure you did," Sarah yelled back.
Lochlan said nothing as he rubbed his hands over his face
"You can still be obnoxious, just show her something more about you ," she said. "If you're truly serious about this."
Lochlan lifted his head, a tired expression crossing his face. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "And I'm not obnoxious."
"Eh, that's open for debate," Sarah argued. "How about asking her to lunch or dinner?"
"Why would I do that?" Lochlan asked, confused. "Does she not eat?"
Now it was Sarah's turn to be confused. "What? No, she eats. I mean ask her to join you for dinner. She'll understand what you mean if you ask, I'm sure. She's half-human and lived in the Goblin Kingdom. Tali's probably use to being asked out to dinner."
A low growl escaped his mouth.
"Nope, you don't get to be possessive," she said. "Not until you ask her out."
"Ask her out," Lochlan repeated in a high tone, attempting to mock Sarah.
"Make fun of me if you want, but it's either this or courtship," Sarah said. "Or leaving her alone. Your choice."
Lochlan let out an annoyed grunt. Words could not fully express how bothered he was when Sarah was right.
Sarah's lips broke out into a large smile as she reached over and gave him a hug. He, in turn, raised one hand to pat her twice on the back "I forgot how much you liked hugs."
"Shut up," Sarah said, releasing him. "You love them too. One day, you'll admit it. Now, go away. I have to deal with my sort of, kinda, brother."
"Ah! Finally! You're back," Kalin said as Tali appeared in Sarah's office. "Did she sign it?"
"No," Tali answered.
"What!" Kalin yelled.
"She did say that she would think about it," Tali said quickly, attempting to calm her down. "And that you might be overreacting- uh oh." As soon as that last sentence left her mouth, she realized her mistake.
"I am not overreacting!" Kalin bellowed. Tali rushed to Kalin and gave her a hug. The last thing she needed was the guards barging in. Also, the Pixie Queen looked like she needed one. "You're the only subordinate who has ever dared to touch me," Kalin said, holding back a sob.
Tali, annoyed with herself that she was making so many mistakes today, tried to pull away from Kalin but was pulled back in as Kalin wrapped her arms around the poor lady-in-waiting.
"I think you need to get some sleep," Tali squeaked out as Kalin continued to hold her close. "If I may ask, how much time and effort did you put into this contract reversal?"
"An extensive amount of time," Kalin replied in between sniffles. "Nearly two, maybe three, minutes."
"Would you like to talk about it?" Tali asked. She didn't care about the odd ramblings of the distraught Queen, but she also didn't like seeing anyone in this state, especially Kalin. Tali hadn't spent much time around her, but she knew that this was abnormal behavior for the usually stoic monarch. At least, she was putting to good use all those years of comforting heartbroken bar patrons.
"No," Kalin said, letting go of Tali and straightening herself. "Sarah's right; I am overreacting. You know, I've never been properly courted before. This whole concept is new to me, that's all. Why am I letting this take me off the deep end? I should simply handle this as I have my past relationships."
With a sense of determination, Kalin marched toward the door. Before she left, Tali stopped her.
"Do I need to warn Her Majesty about whatever it is that you are about to do?" she asked. Tali had no idea what Kalin did in her other relationships. "Should we be preparing an army or something?"
"No, leave her be. I can handle this," Kalin smirked.
"Are you super important people? How do you get to this world? What's your world called? Who were those two that just appeared? That one guy looked like you. Is he your brother?" Toby questioned enthusiastically. He was barely keeping still, bouncing around in his chair at the kitchen island. "What are you guys anyway? Elves?"
"Call me an elf again, and I'll throw a goblin at you," Jareth threatened.
Sarah smacked him in the arm. "He wouldn't do that," she reassured Toby.
"She's right," Jareth said. "I would rather kick one in your general direction."
"You're lucky that he's too excited to take your threats seriously," Sarah said as she poured Toby some tea.
"I don't like tea," Toby complained as he gazed at the offending tea cup.
"I know, but this is all I feel like making other than water," Sarah smirked. "So, learn to appreciate it
"How do you know I don't like tea?" Toby questioned. "Or that I like double chocolate cake?"
Sarah opened her mouth to answer the question and then quickly closed it.
"Your simple question requires a complicated answer," Jareth said, leaning against the fridge.
"But you guys look normal," Toby blurted out.
"Should I be insulted by that comment?" Sarah asked.
"It's because I'm wearing glamour," Jareth explained. "Poor Sarah, here, has the unfortunate pleasure of having to walk around resembling a human."
"If you feel like sleeping on the floor tonight," she hissed in his ear. "Keep talking like that."
How quickly Jareth forgot that Sarah was still annoyed with him.
"Toby, where do Robert and Karen think you are?" Sarah asked. "Because I know it's not here."
"At Michael's place," he answered. "He lives around the block. I told them that I was going to get one of my games back."
"Okay, you've been here long enough," Sarah said. "You need to get back home, but you can't tell anyone what you saw here."
"But I still have so many questions," Toby said, irked that they would be kicking him out.
"Life is a series of questions, Toby," Jareth said, leaning against a kitchen counter.
"Thanks for that, Aristotle," Sarah said, sarcastically. She left her chair and walked over to Toby, who didn't budge from his seat. Sarah cupped his face in her hands, ensuring that he looked her in the eyes. "Promise me you won't tell anyone, including your parents, and I'll tell you what you want to know in time."
"Sure, but I wasn't really planning to," Toby said, rolling his eyes at her earnest statements. "They'd think I'm crazy." Sarah dropped her arms at her side in resignation.
Of course, she thought. Teenagers don't talk to their parents.
"You're not just going to leave and not come back, right?" Toby asked, worried marring his face. "You guys will still be here tomorrow?"
"Yeah," she said, reassuring him. "I promise we will be here."
"All right. Fine. You win," he said, standing up from his chair. "But I'm totally coming back tomorrow."
"Thanks for the advanced warning," Jareth muttered. "I'll be sure to bar the windows."
"Ignore him," Sarah said, walking Toby to the door. "Go home. I don't want you to get in trouble."
Before Toby walked through the door, he turned around and gave Sarah a hug. Caught off guard, Sarah slowly wrapped her arms around him
"I'm glad you're here," he said, before releasing her and running out the door. Sarah watched as Toby ran down the street, up the porch, and inside his house.
"Do you really think he won't tell anyone?" Jareth asked after she closed door, locking it. "I can make him forget this."
"Would he forget this conversation we just had?" Sarah asked. "Or everything about me."
Jareth started to answer, but she interrupted him. "Forget it," she said. "I don't want us messing with his mind. The more I think about it, I'm happy he knows. It doesn't feel good to have to hide," Sarah said as she walked back into the kitchen with him following her. How could he possibly have figured all this out?"
"Have you forgotten that outrageous amount of questioning he had?" he countered. "He was only slightly certain about me."
"But how could he remember you? He was just a baby," Sarah wondered aloud. "And then the changeling magic. He's really not supposed to remember anything."
"You'll have to ask Finnean about that," Jareth said, rubbing his brow, hoping to preclude a headache from forming. "We all knew that whatever that seer did was not perfect."
"Could they get their memories of me back?" Sarah asked, earnestly.
"I don't know, but you shouldn't get your hopes up," he said as he walked to the cupboard, grabbed two long stemmed glasses to pour wine from the decanter.
"Yeah, you're right," she mumbled as Jareth handed a glass to Sarah, which she quickly consumed. She quickly gathered the tea cups and pot and rinsed them in the sink. Jareth stood off to the side, giving her a suspicious stare, finding it odd that she would wash the cups by hand. Sarah worked in silence, barely giving him a second glance.
"I need food," she finally said as she dried her hands on a towel. She walked to the phone and began dialing.
"There's no need for you to do that," Jareth pointed out as he took a sip of wine.
"But I like doing it. That's the point of being up here," Sarah whispered before the guy from the pizza place answered the phone. Jareth vaguely knew what a cheese pizza was, but he was certain that these cinnamon sticks with extra icing were simply a made up concoction. "It'll be here in fifty minutes," she said after hanging up the phone. "I forgot summer is always a busy time for them."
"More than enough time," he growled as he seized her hips, drawing her close.
"Not now," she sighed as she tried to push him away.
"No," Jareth said, grabbing her by the arm, suppressing his rising anger. "I didn't come up here to play human so you could ignore me."
"I'm not ignoring you," Sarah said, first rolling her eyes and then looking to the side. "I spent all of last night at your castle, remember?"
Jareth let out a sigh as he gently cupped her face between his hands. "And I thought you were well rid of your anger then, but you can't be upset with me forever."
"Yes, I can," she pouted, letting a small smile slip before returning to her pout again. However, Jareth could see straight throw her charade.
"No, you can't," he said as he lifted her, placing her on the edge of the kitchen island. "Yell and scream at me all you want but don't ignore me anymore. You must be exhausted from being irritated with me for so long."
Sarah rested her head on his shoulder, releasing some of the tension that she didn't realize she had. Jareth slowly raked his hands over her back, trying to sooth her.
"I'm tired of being angry," she concurred as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Jareth pulled Sarah back and placed a tender kiss on her lips.
"You told me apologies and flowery words won't work," he said as he rested his palms on her legs. "Yet, that's all I have left to give you."
"I know," she whispered, kissing him on the corner of his mouth. Sarah felt the cold granite against her skin, knowing that Jareth made her jeans vanish. "What are you doing?" she asked as he leisurely kissed his way down her neck.
He hooked his thumbs around the sides of her underwear, quickly pulling them off. Jareth lowered his gaze to her sex as he gently pressed her upper body onto the kitchen island. He slowly licked her clit before his teeth captured it as he held her in place with his hands on her thighs. Sarah lowered her gaze downward to find him watching her. She threaded her fingers through his hair as they kept their eyes locked on each other even as she began to rock her hips, moaning loudly in response to his ministrations.
Jareth's hands reached up, her upper garments fading, and immediately found her breasts, using his fingers to twists her nipples. Sarah cried out in pleasure. Her breathing soon became shallow and her hips and stomach rolled until she tensed, feeling her release flow. She gripped tightly onto the sides of the island, gasping for air. Her clit throbbed in pleasure and pain between his teeth until the pain beginning to take over. She pushed at his head, and he lifted away. Sarah remained unmoved, catching her breath, staring at the ceiling as Jareth face came into view.
"I'm sorry for all the nonsense I put you through. Accept my apology?" he asked before kissing her chin. "Am I now in your good graces?"
"Yeah," she said, slowly nodding. Sarah wrapped a hand around the back of his neck as their lips collided.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Their kiss broke as the both turned their heads toward the front door. Sarah tapped Jareth on the shoulder, still not moving from her supine position. "Go get food."
"Such a demanding queen," he chuckled as he walked toward the door.
The main dining hall during meal time at Taggert's castle was always in a state of barely controlled chaos. When Taggert's uncle took the throne many years ago, his uncle made it his mission to improve the reputation of centaurs, here and Aboveground, and Taggert has taken that task as well. After spending any amount of time, feeling restrained, around other people, centaurs tended to let loose once they were with only each other.
Everyone in the hall was being loud and gregarious, everyone but Taggert.
"You've been looking like shit for the last few days," Devin said, waking Taggert from his musings. Devin sat at Taggert's left and noticed that his king was barely touching his food.
"I'll be fine," Taggert reassured him.
"All right." Devin wasn't the most thoughtful individual but he felt obligated to ask if his king was okay. "You plan to finish that?" Devin asked, motioning to Taggert's plate
"Yes, you glutton," he laughed.
Suddenly, the doors to the dining hall crashed open. Taggert rose to his feet, along with the other centaurs, as he watched Kalin storm in confidently with a distraught looking centaur guard behind her.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," he said. "I told her to wait, but she…"
"Doesn't listen," Kalin said, finishing his sentence, with a giant smile on her face "I know. It's a habit of mine. I simply can't do as I'm told. Some believe it's a personality flaw. I, however, think others are jealous- they can't think outside the box. They're loss really."
"Everyone, out!" Taggert barked, showing that he was less than pleased with Kalin's stunt. As soon as the hall was cleared, Kalin approached the fuming centaur.
"There was no reason for that," she chided, brushing his shoulders of dirt that wasn't there. "I could have easily pulled up a chair. First, I would need to find a chair."
"You shouldn't be here, Kalin," Taggert snarled.
"Why? Are the crazies out? Are they following me?" she taunted as she picked up an untouched apple from the table, taking a bite. "I made sure that any creatures of the night weren't behind me."
"We've already been through this…"
"And we're going to go through this one last time," Kalin stated.
"I haven't changed my mind about this matter," Taggert said. He crossed his arms across his chest, trying to cut an imposing figure. Kalin had to try hard not to snort at the stunt he was pulling.
"And neither have I," she said with a small, dismissing wave of her hand. "It seems like we're at an impasse."
"If you would cease being hardheaded, we wouldn't be in this situation," he said, frustration rising.
"Let me get this straight," she posited. "If I refuse to go along with your orders, I get to be called hardheaded?"
"That's not what I…"
"Since we're throwing out accusations," she interrupted, walking away from him, toward the other side of the table. "You know what I call someone who keeps his lover hidden from others? A cheater."
Taggert's eyes went wide for a moment before narrowing in fury, his mouth settling into a grim, thin line.
"You would believe that I would violate your trust?" he bit out. Kalin acted as though she was thinking his question through.
"No, not really. I know you are far too admirable to do such a thing," she said whimsically. "But it appears that way. Others don't know you like I know you and might believe differently. Pixies are known to gossip. Hell! This entire Court is filled with gossips. I should know. I'm one of them. A few more days of not seeing you around my castle will surely cause the murmuring to begin."
Taggert hammered his hands on the table. "I don't care what other people think."
"Oh really?" Kalin asked, all humor departing her features. She leaned over the table, staring Taggert down. "That's all you care about! You asked me to set aside what people thought of you when you asked to court me. But you can't do the same regarding a couple of insane people."
"I want you to be safe!"
"I'd rather be free to do as I want than be safe!" she countered.
"If something happened to you…"
"You couldn't bear it," Kalin interrupted, unimpressed with his argument. "Yeah, you've said that already. I want to be with you, roan. Around others. And if it makes them want to attack us, I'm ready to kick their ass. Or, you know, have my guards kick their ass. It's their job anyway. But, I refuse to be the only one fighting for this relationship. So, if you can't bear to see anything happen to me, then you should let me go."
Taggert face went from shock to dejection at Kalin's statement. "You wish to dissolve the contract?"
"If it is going to be like this, yes," Kalin sighed. "I realize that you don't want something that happened in Mab's Square to happen to us. But you can't control for everything, Taggert. There's going to be one controlling person in any of my relationships, and it's going to be me. I stake that claim."
Taggert reared up on his hind legs to stand on top of the table. Kalin stepped back, shocked by his behavior and that the table could hold him. He stepped off of the table, front of her.
"Well, that was silly. You could have just walked around," she mumbled. Taggert said nothing as his hand grabbed the back of her neck as his lips descended on hers, catching her by surprised. His hands moved to the side of her face, holding her in place. Kalin wrapped a hand around his wrist as a way to gain balance. Taggert trailed earnest kisses across her collar as Kalin moaned in pleasure.
"I suppose you see things my way, yes?" Kalin asked breathlessly. Taggert replied by tearing her dress at the neckline, splitting it nearly in half. Before she could shriek in outrage, he captured one of her nipples with his teeth, giving a sharp tug, as his massive hand kneaded her other breast. Kalin shouted at the sensation, threading her hands in his long hair, encouraging his harsh, sensual treatment. The sharp pain was soon soothed with a lick of his tongue.
Suddenly, Taggert hoisted Kalin up and threw her over his shoulder before he quickly made his way to the dining hall doors.
"Dammit!" she cried out. "You know I hate it when you do that!"
A/N: Another beta-free chapter for you guys. Unfortunately, I might be sending a message out for help in finding a new beta soon.
And thank you again and always for reading (and commenting on) my story!
