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Chapter 9
"Tonight I'm gonna do, everything that I want with you,
Everything that you need, everything that you want, I wanna honey, I wanna stunt with you
From the window to the wall, Gotta give you my all
Winter and the Summertime, when I get you on the springs, I'mma make you fall
You got that body, That make me wanna, Get up on the floor
Just to see you dance, and love the way, you shake that ass
Turn around, and let me see them pants
You're stuck with me, I'm stuck with you, let's find something to do
Please excuse me, I don't mean to be rude
But tonight I'm loving you, oh you know
That tonight I'm loving you, oh you know"
Tonight by Enrique Iglesias featuring Ludacris
Tristen stood towards the back of the main hall as he watched Sabrina and Alistair graciously interact with the other nobles. She looked utterly amazing in an emerald and gold brocade dress. Her long dark tresses flowed down her back and around her face emphasizing her dazzling green eyes. Alistair had his hand resting on her lower back as he guided her around the room as they socialized together and he wasn't too happy with how his brother's hand kept slipping lower.
"Don't they make a lovely couple? She would have made such an amazing Queen?" Nate said as he stood behind him.
"Amazing? Yes! Happy? No!" Tristen said dryly.
"You believe you have a good understanding of our lovely Commander, do you?" Nate asked
Tristen glanced up at the aloof man beside him. He'd had little interaction with Nate since his joining, but he had spent enough time with him to know that he had nothing to do with the Cousland massacre. He also recognized that he was very protective of Sabrina, even if he was still very angry at her.
"No one ever truly and completely understands another human being, but I do believe to be au fait with the finer points of who she is," Tristen said.
Nate chuckled, "You are a very poised and controlled person; very much unlike your brother."
"You have been in the Free Marches for years, what do you think you know about my brother?"
"He wears his heart on his sleeve. Just look at him, the way he looks at Bean, he is practically carrying a sign declaring his love for her. While you on the other hand are much more self possessed. I can tell you are in love with her just by the way that you look at her, but you have mastered control of your feelings." Nate stated matter-of-factly.
"Is there a point to all of this, Nate?" Tristen asked.
"Yes. If you hurt her in anyway, not only will you answer to Fergus, but you will answer to me too."
Tristen glared up at the man, "Are you in love with her too, Nate?"
Nate smiled, "I have known Bean all my life and yes, there was I time that I thought I loved her. But Sabrina and I discovered that we make better friends then lovers. So to answer your question, yes I love her, but no I am not in love with her."
"So have you put aside your malice towards her then?"
"That is between Bean and myself," Nate retorted before he moved on to join the other Wardens.
Tristen chuckled as he shook his head. For as long as he lived he believed that man would remain a mystery to him.
He noticed Sabrina and Alistair as they started towards him, Tristen grabbed a glass of wine from a tray that passed by and began to move in the opposite direction when he heard Alistair call out, "Tristen, there you are. Would you come over here for a moment?"
"And you thought you nearly escaped didn't ya? You're going to have to move quicker than that," Anders chortled from behind him.
Tristen swore under his breath and turned toward his approaching brother, "Tristen, I wish I had found you earlier. I wanted to introduce you to some of the nobles. You will meet most of them at your official Court debut when we announce you as heir to the throne…"
"What? When you announce me as what?" Tristen exclaimed.
Alistair chuckled, "Well, you are my brother, if something were to happen to me before I had an heir you would be my successor. Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to some of the nobles here as kind of a dry run."
Tristen must have looked as white as a ghost, "I can't be an heir to the throne…I'm a Grey Warden."
Alistair laughed again, "Yeah, I tried that excuse too, it didn't work out so well."
Tristen noticed Sabrina tense and he knew she was biting back a bitter retort. She smiled at Tristen and said, "Welcome to what I like to call my own personal hell, Alistair is your friendly tour guide."
Just then Oghren stumbled up to her, "Hey, you. You there. You." He muttered before he let out a very loud belch.
"Oh that's lovely," Alistair groaned.
"That's Commander Hey You, by the way," Sabrina chuckled.
"I noticed that the pike twirler let your mug run dry. I'm pretty sure that's a crime somewhere. So here ya go." And Oghren pushed a mug of ale into her hand just as the band began to play.
"Oooo, there's music. Maybe I can break out my happy dance," Oghren chortled as he stumbled away again.
"Maker help us if that happens. That will certainly scare away all the nobles," Alistair grunted.
"And that's a bad thing?" Sabrina questioned and Alistair shot her frustrated look.
"Since becoming King you've become quite the tight arse, Alistair." Sabrina said dryly.
"No, I have just learned how to play the game. Something that you are very good at when you want to be, Sabrina, you know how these political games work," Alistair countered.
"Just because I understand the game doesn't mean I want to join in. I have always hated court politics and avoided it at all cost," Sabrina retorted.
"Well, I'm sorry my dear, but you are going to have to suck it up. You are the Arlessa of Amaranthine and like it or not you have to be involved in the political aspects of your Arling," Alistair said as his frustration with her was beginning to creep into his voice.
Tristen could tell that Sabrina was about to lose her patience with Alistair also, so he stepped in, "Brin, would you care to dance?"
Sabrina took in a deep breath to compose herself, "Yes, that would be lovely."
He led her to the floor, pulled her into his embrace and began to lead her around the floor. "Well, things between you and Alistair seem a little strained," Tristen said.
"No, they really aren't. We were getting along fine before. I am just tired of putting on this fake smile, kissing a bunch of arse when it's probably one the people in this very room that is plotting my assassination."
"Brin look at me," Tristen said. She looked up at him with her big green eyes and he just wanted to take her back to his room and get lost in her until the sun came up.
"You know, I will not allow any harm to come to you. We will find out who is behind these threats and we will deal with it."
She smiled up at him, "Yes, I know. Now if you could just help get me out of this room before my head explodes."
Tristen thought about it for a moment then grinned. "Once I lead you towards the rear exit of the throne room I want you to push away from me, grab your stomach, cover your mouth and run out of here. I'll meet you in my room in a few minutes."
She grinned at him wickedly, "That's bloody brilliant!"
Tristen led her towards the back of the hall and she did exactly as instructed. That girl was a bard in the making. Alistair rushed over to him, "What the hell happened?"
"I don't know. One minute she was perfectly fine and the next she turned this putrid shade of green and ran out saying she was about to be sick."
"Oh, I hope she's okay. Maybe I should go check on her," Alistair said.
"That wouldn't be a good idea, Alistair. Think about it, when you're sick you just want to be left alone," Tristen replied.
Alistair nodded and said, "Yes, you're right. I'll check on her in the morning."
They were approached by Bann Something-or-other and as soon as Alistair was sufficiently distracted Tristen slipped away. He stopped at the bar grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses and snuck out the back door.
When he entered his room, Sabrina was already there, standing in front of the fire. She turned and smiled when he came in, "Aaah you even brought gifts with you."
Tristen raised the wine bottle, "Well, I couldn't have my Lady thirsty." He poured both of them a glass of wine and then slid up behind her handing her the glass. She leaned back against his chest and he loved the feel of her pressed against him. The scent of her jasmine perfume wafted up, overwhelming his senses and his body began to respond to his unfed need for her. He stepped back from her in order to collect himself.
"Why did you step away? I liked the heat from your body," she cooed.
"Oh Brin, are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose?"
She turned to him and smiled as she stepped forward, placing her hand on his chest. "Why? Is it working?" Her hand slid up his chest to his neck and then he felt the sweet caress of her fingertips entwining in his hair while her other hand wrapped around his waist.
He tried to step back, but she held on to him tightly. She moved in closer so that her breasts were pressed against his chest and the heat from her breath washed over his face, threatening to take him under and break his resolve. Her sweet mouth pressed against his, warm and intoxicating as her lips coerced him to open and let her in. She tasted divine as the kiss deepened, hypnotizing him and sending shivers of helpless need through him.
He was sinking fast and had to stop while he still had some control. He pulled away from the mesmerizing feel of her lips, "Brin, we have to stop."
Her eyes flickered with desire and hunger. "What if I don't want you to stop?" She sighed breathlessly against his lips.
"Brin…" was all he got out before her mouth captured his once again and parted his lips with her velvety tongue. It was an invitation too tempting to ignore and he let go of his reservations and gave into his all consuming yearning for this woman. All he could think about was her soft sweet lips, the silky, enticing scent of her skin. He was drowning in her, but it was a delicious, sensual undertow of unquenched desire that continued to pull him under.
He pulled her against him as he swept his tongue against hers in bold hungry caresses, repeating it again and again until he felt her moan against his lips. He loved her like this – all warm and soft in his arms as he pressed her into the hard contours of his body.
Her hands slid down his sides until she could grasp the bottom of his tunic and pull it over his head. She caressed his bare chest with her fingers, "Beautiful, you're so damn beautiful," she murmured as she planted kisses on his chest until her lips found a nipple, her teeth and tongue played with it until a moan tore from his throat and she shifted her attention to the other. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the hard nipple before her lips closed over it and she sucked and tugged at it. The stimulation was incredible as his body shuddered under her touch.
She looked up at him and smiled, "Do you like the feel of that?"
"Oh Maker, yes" Tristen moaned.
"Then imagine what it will feel like when I take you completely in my mouth," she purred.
Tristen felt himself grow even harder as he anticipated her warm velvety lips enclosed around him. She feathered kisses down his stomach as her mouth did delicious things to his body, his mind was having trouble concentrating on anything except the feel of her lips. She knelt and pulled both his trousers and small clothes down in one swift move, freeing him at last.
She smiled up at him and he could feel her hot breath on his erection, causing his eagerness to feel her mouth around him to increase almost painfully. She took him in her hand as she licked along the head of his member –a slow exploration that forced the air out of his lungs.
A loud groan ripped out of his throat when her mouth engulfed him and she began her sensual foray as she took him deep into her throat. His hips began to move involuntarily and he fought to let her take charge of the rhythm and pace. Her warm silky mouth and twisting tongue sent tremor after tremor of pleasure through his body and he didn't know how much longer he could stand it. She teased him to the brink of orgasm, as she sucked at him and lavished attention with her tongue. His hands entwined in her long dark tresses. His hips growing more frantic with the need to move with her as she took him deep working him over until he was so caught up in the luscious sensation of her mouth that he couldn't see straight.
"Oh Maker, Brin, I can't take any more," he moaned as he tried to pull her up, but she refused to relinquish her grasp and continued her magical strokes until he felt his body contract as the pressure built forcibly and her mouth took him over the edge, his body exploding with ecstasy, rocking him to his very core.
She swallowed his seed, licking him clean, and kissed her way back up his torso. She grinned up at him, "Well that should take the edge off, don't you think?"
He grinned back at her, "Yes, I believe it will. It will allow me to do all the delightfully sinful things I have planned for you."
"Oooo, I like the sound of that," she purred.
He spun her around, pushed her hair to the side and breathed her in as he kissed the nape of her neck, his fingers quickly undoing the laces of her dress. He slid the gown off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor, followed quickly by her breast band. He kissed the nape of her neck again, then her delicate shoulders down to her shoulder blades. His tongue swirled and kissed a path down the center to the small of her back. He ran his hands up and down the outer part of her legs and then caressed the inner part of her thighs before he pulled her panties down. He smiled at her flawless bottom. "Perfection," he moaned as he kissed her perfect buttocks and blazed a path back up.
He gently palmed one of her warm, soft breasts in his hand as his thumb stroked the nipple. His other hand glided down her body, following the tantalizing curves of her waist to her soft curls. She leaned back against him as his fingers slid between her folds and into her hot wet center. She moaned as his fingers tormented and slowly slid in and out of her as his thumb teasingly caressed the nub that was now hot and swollen.
She pressed into his hand trying to add more pressure. He nipped at her ear and whispered, "Do you like that?'
"Mmmm, yes," she moaned.
"You are so wet, Brin. You feel so incredible," he groaned and he pressed his already recovering member against her supple bottom. He pulled her hips back against his growing erection and rubbed against her, his hand continuing to pinch and caress her breast while the other glided in and out of her.
She moaned his name and he took great pleasure in hearing it fall from her lips. "Do you want me, Brin?"
"Oh Maker yes, Tristen yes!"
"Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you say it," he groaned as he pressed himself harder against her.
"I-I want," her voice quivering as she tried to control her mounting desire. "I want your l-lips and tongue on me."
He pulled his fingers out and used her juices to wet the now throbbing pearl. He stroked and caressed her, increasing the speed and pressure as she pressed against his hand. "Tell me, Brin. Where do you want my lips and tongue?"
Her desires became his desires, her wants, his wants, and her hunger only served to feed his. He found himself a slave to her pleasure and he needed to satisfy her in every way possible.
"Where, Brin?" He demanded.
"B-between my l-legs," she moaned as her body began to tremble uncontrollably and he could feel she was close, oh so close, and he wanted to feel her climax against his fingers.
He sucked and nibbled at her ear sending further chills down her body. "And what do you want my tongue and lips to do Brin?"
"Oh please Tristen, please," she cried out as she arched into him.
"Tell me and I'll give you the release you need," he growled into her ear.
"W-want you to lick and s-suck, please," she begged. Tristen pressed her harder against him, his hand rapidly gliding in and out, his thumb stroking her. His other hand pinched, tugged and pulled at her nipples, all the sensations together sending her over the edge. She cried out as her body went stiff and her inner muscles contracted around his fingers. Her head fell back against his chest as a sigh escaped her lips.
"That was only the beginning, Mon Soleil," Tristen said as he spun her around, scooped her up into his arms and laid her down on the bed.
Then his body covered hers as he kissed her tenderly, his fingers combing slowly through her hair. Oh Maker he loved this woman. His lips brushed her ear as he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. His mouth teased and pulled at her nipples, rolling them between his teeth so tenderly as he repeatedly sucked her into his mouth, his tongue flicking and circling the orbs as she held tightly to his head, moaning and writhing under his touch.
He kissed his way down her stomach, to her navel and licked tiny exciting circles around it. He worked his way down between her legs as he kissed slowly and lovingly down one leg and back up the other. He paused at the union of her parted legs as he breathed in her delectable scent. The pink blush of her parted folds enticed him to sample the sweetness of the dew that glistened so temptingly.
His tongue flicked swiftly, sampling the sweet nectar and aromatic fragrance of her moistness. He smiled as her body arched in anticipation to his delicate touch. He kissed the lips of her womanhood tenderly at first, and his hot breath against her caused a moan to rip from the back of her throat. Then slowly, teasingly, his tongue traced the velvet contours of her moist folds as she squirmed against his lips.
Her soft low moans filled the night air as she arched upward, her fingers twisted in his blond hair as he delved ever deeper searching for those secret places. Slowly, almost reverently, his tongue brushed lightly across the swollen nub and her legs twitched about him. He closed his lips over the tiny pearl as he began to suck and tease her to fruition. He was ravenous for the taste of her and he just couldn't get enough of her. Her legs quivered as she tore at his hair with hands pulling, guiding him in the throes of her ecstasy until she cried out in sheer bliss and he drank her in, relishing in her taste and was intoxicated by her.
His need to be back inside her was now more than urgent. He settled on his knees, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him. She rose up to meet him and he poised at her opening before with a groan he slid just his tip inside her. He paused as he looked at her and drank in her absolute need for him, as she tried to push him further into her.
"Tristen, please," she begged. He slid another inch into her and stopped. The feel and sensation of her warm, wet center wrapped around him felt incredible. He gripped her hips and thrust into her, burying himself completely. She cried out with pleasure as she bucked against him and he slowly drew out and then slid deep again. He did this over and over again and the feel of her amazing hot center was quickly propelling him toward the point of no return. Watching her as her body quivered against his, as she was calling out his name over and over again, his body blazed with fire.
He slid his hand down between where they were joined and his fingers caressed and stroked her pearl until she cried out his name once more, her core spasming around him, tightening and releasing rhythmically as she pulled him over the edge with her, into pure ecstasy.
He collapsed against her as tried to catch his breath. He kissed the side of her neck and ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you," he whispered into her ear.
She turned to him and smiled. "I'm not ready to say that yet, but if it wasn't obvious, I want you with every fiber of my being and it's you I want to be with."
"I'll take it," and his lips claimed hers as he passionately expressed how much he loved her.
xxXxx
Alistair watched his doppelganger watch Sabrina as she slipped out the city side gate and grab her from behind, covering her mouth with his hand. "Don't scream," he said in her ear.
"Alistair, what are you doing here?" she hissed when he let his hand slide away from her mouth.
"I followed you," he said. "I couldn't stay away a minute longer. I wondered when you were going to wake up and get out of there. I was starting to think I was going to have to kidnap you."
This is the strangest dream ever Alistair thought as he watched his hand slid down the front of her body. He watched as she gasped at him claiming one of her breasts. She turned her head as she wriggled and tried to escape him.
"Why are you fighting me? You know you want this," he told her, his voice husky and hot in her ear.
"You betrayed me!" she snapped.
"I never betrayed you, Sabrina. Never! But your body betrays you even now." He watched as his hand dipped boldly down into her pants and he just knew that as his fingers slid into her, that she was slick and wet. Alistair felt himself react to the thought of her hot center.
"It doesn't matter. Just because I want you, doesn't mean I want you!" She exclaimed and Alistair could tell she was angry, but he could also hear the pain in her voice and it killed him to hear such anguish there.
"But you do want me," he told her.
Alistair knew by the moan that escaped her lips that he was stroking her and his body continued to react to the scene being played out in front of him. He heard her gasp as he licked her neck, then bit her and he cringed once again at the thought of inflicting pain on her, knowing that he had done that exact same thing.
He watched her face contract and her body tense and he knew she had reached her climax. "You like that." It wasn't even a question.
Alistair watched as he lowered her onto her back and pulled her tunic abruptly over her head. In one rough quick movement he stripped her of her pants. The way he looked at her was almost predatory and he wondered if he had looked as voracious that night in the library. He prayed to the Maker that he hadn't.
With no foreplay, no gentle caressing, he drove into her and he watched as he thrust again and again in long slow strokes that made her squirm. He leaned on one arm, his hips thrusting his cock into her with rhythmic perfection, while his other hand grasped and kneaded a breast. It was a rough touch, lustful and erotic, but it lacked the rage that had consumed him the last time.
He stopped then, and she groaned in unmet need. He laughed at her—Alistair couldn't believe that he had just laughed at her!—and then pushed her legs up until he could look down at the place their bodies met. He held her thighs up as he shoved into her again and again.
It had to be humiliating, lying there opened up that way, why would she let him treat her in such a manner. Is that what their relationship had come down to – him degrading her while she just took it. Alistair felt a piece of his heart break at that very thought.
Alistair now watched in horror and embarrassment as he fiercely and unapologetically fucked her.
He thrust into her one more time, roughly, firmly, as he declared, "Mine!"
The scene changed - he stood in a clearing in a forest, he heard music playing in the distance and by the light of the moon he saw Sabrina pressed against a tree as he leaned into her.
His lips were inches from hers as he breathlessly whispered, "You haven't answered my question, Brin."
Brin, he never called her that. The only person he knew that called her that was…Tristen!
He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Did you tremble in the arms of those other men?"
He reached up, pulled the material aside exposing her breast and ran his thumb over the nipple. "Did your nipples become hard and erect at their touch?
He slid his hand down her side, gathering up her dress, pulling her small clothes aside and slipped his fingers into her exquisitely hot, wet center. A moan tore from her throat. "And were you dripping wet with the anticipation of their mouth on your body, the way you are dripping right now?"
Alistair felt his heart begin to race and his breath hitched in his throat. Oh Maker, no….no, please let this just be a dream.
She shook her head, no. He slid his other hand up her back resting it on the nape of her neck. "Do know why that just holding you in my arms right now is sending a fire coursing through my veins?" He leaned into her thigh trying to relieve some of the pressure just so he could think.
This can't be him…this can't be his brother…not with her, please Maker, not with her.
"And do you know why just the mere thought of you makes me so unbelievably hard?" Sabrina slid her hand down and grabbed him through his pants. A hungry growl ripped from his throat as he pressed into her hand and she began to stroke him through his trousers.
"And do you know why for the past two months, every morning I have had to relieve the sexual frustration myself in bed before I can even be around you, just so that I can think straight?"
Alistair watched as she shook her head, but he also noticed that she was now shaking uncontrollably as she pressed against his hand. He leaned over and took her nipple in his mouth and sucked at it. She arched her back as the wave of pleasure crashed over her and her muscles contracted around his fingers. Her body shook from the aftershocks and he took pleasure in her pleasure. She was so beautiful when she was enraptured in the bliss of ecstasy. How many times had he watched her climax? It had delighted him that he could bring her to that point over and over again.
She started to reach inside his trousers, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her. "It's not because of lust, although Maker knows I want you, more than anything I've ever wanted my entire life." He paused and slid his hand around from her neck, cupped her head and forced her to look at him. "It's because I love you, Brin. I am so head over heels in love with you I can't think straight, I can't sleep and I haven't eaten a decent meal since we arrived here, even though Nan is a fantastic cook. And I know deep down, even though you are afraid to admit it, you love me too."
NO! She doesn't love you…she can't love you. She still loves me!
She looked at him for a moment, then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his and Alistair heard a hushed moan escaped from the back of his brother's throat. Sabrina pulled away from the kiss and reached up and touched the side of his face. He covered her hand with his. "I'm not him, Sabrina. I may look like him, but I am not him."
Sabrina looked into his eyes for a long moment and he saw the tears beginning to well. Alistair saw for the first time the pain, anguish and sadness that was there, that had been there probably for months, but that he had decided to ignore and it tore at his soul. He was losing her…he was losing her to his twin brother.
"Please be patient a little longer. I'm trying," she whispered.
Alistair watched as he pulled her to him. There was such a pure unadulterated love radiating from his eyes for her and Alistair knew there was a time that he had once had that exact same expression when he looked at her. Maker, he wanted to look at her the same way again – to have their love untouched by anger, resentment and pain.
"Oh baby, I know you are. I told you I would wait for you forever and I will if that's how long it takes for you to realize I would never do to you what he did."
Alistair jolted up in his bed. That was the connection. He was in Tristen's dream…all those times throughout his life that he'd had those strange third person dreams were actually him in one of Tristen's. And a startling realization settled over him – the past few dreams that he had been in were strikingly different from other dreams. These recent dreams were just too damn detailed; his dreams were actually pulling from real life.
Alistair flew out of bed, grabbed his robe and headed for his brother's room.
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