Chapter 46

Prince Oberyn and his party arrived, he wasn't too surprised when he found out that Shalene had ended her marriage plans to Sandor. They were on the training grounds watching Meleko teach Shalene, Lucian and Bronn how to use a new weapon he had acquired, a Chakar. The Prince had his ever present smile on his face as he watched Sandor and Jaime try to avoid each other. He always found it so amusing to watch jealousy in others, though it seemed that it was only Sandor who was jealous. He apparently didn't learn anything from the last two times he acted like this.

Meleko was showing them how to hold and throw the Chakar. It was an extremely sharp blade made in a perfect circle. It was shaped like an O, when thrown it would slice through flesh, bone, and some parts of armor. Jaime had asked him if it could be made in Valaryian steel, to further the destructive power of it. Meleko replied," If you have someone who can perform the magic required to forge a Valaryian blade."

Sandor didn't like this blade any more than he cared for archers but he could definitely see the advantages of it. He secretly didn't want Shalene to learn how to use it then he remembered she didn't need a Chakar to kill him, she could have easily done it when she had him down weeks ago.

Many of his Unsullied were showing interest in learning, he left it to Jaxell, Norlec and Hecnok to decide. He was appreciative of the Unsullied training and skills, unlike the individual confusion he saw during sword battles, The Unsullied worked in unison, as one. Their destruction and power was a pleasure for him to watch.
They were also very capable of individual battle. He was proud to fight and train with them.

The evening of Lucian's wedding was perfect. Sandor still had a hard time believing that the young man in front of him was the same little boy that had been his squire. He had grown into a handsome young man. Lean, well muscled, strong, proud.

The ceremony was short, Shalene had stood at Sandor's side, but he felt there was a world between them. She was beautiful, as she always was. It seemed everyone danced with her, Sandor did try to hide his jealousy but as the night wore on, the more he drank. He watched as Shalene and Jaime danced, she smiled at the Kingslayer like he was the only man there. Sandor felt his old thoughts and insecurities surging to the front of his mind. He tried to conquer them the only way he knew, he drank more.

Shalene had sit down beside him again, he could smell her familiar scent, he closed his eyes for a second, thinking about the feel of her body against him, he could feel his body reacting to her. She had been away from him for so long, Gods, how he wanted to just throw her on the table and fuck her.

He didn't remember reaching for her hand, the soft moan that escaped his throat brought his mind back and he realized that he had her small hand in his, pressed against his aching cock, thankfully the table hid his lack of control. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, she was talking to Edgar, acting as if nothing was going on.

In his drunken haze, he wasn't going to stop, if she hadn't moved her hand yet, maybe she wouldn't. He eased himself a bit lower in his chair, not letting go of her hand. She continued to let him use her hand to stroke himself, he thought, " Fuck it, she hasn't moved yet," so with his free hand, he unlaced his breeches and took his cock out, moving her hand to it, covering it with his own, he started working slow and steady strokes up and down his cock.

He glanced at her again, he thought he saw her smile, but Hells, he was drunk, he could have just imagined it, but she hadn't tried to take her hand away from him. He took another drink of wine as he felt a moan trying escape his lips, it felt so good to have even just this small part of her. He increased the speed of his stroke, not enough to be noticed by anyone, just enough to know that in his desperate need to feel her touch, it would be enough.

He could feel those familiar changes in his body, he knew it wouldn't be long now. He closed his eyes again, for just a second then Jaime fucking Lannister sat down beside him, in all of his cocky pretense. Sandor was too close to stop, he was barely able to growl," Fuck off, Kingslayer!"

Jaime looked at him with his ever present smirk , leaned close to Sandor and dropped a cloth on his lap saying," It looks like you may need this, Hound."

Sandor barely had time to push it over his cock before he felt Shalene squeeze his shaft, he could barely control the shudder that coursed through his body as he felt the pleasure of this perfect little death roll over him. He wasn't able to hide the soft, ragged groan that escaped him. Through the haze of his satisfaction he heard Jaime laugh quietly and say," Good one, Hound. Glad to be of assistance. Would have been a shame to see the evidence of your sneakiness on your breeches."

Sandor heard Shalene laugh also and when he looked over at her, he was surprised to see the wicked smile that he loved so much, she winked at him, Hells, she liked that as much as I did. All he could do was let his head fall back against his chair for a minute to try to regain some sort of composure, and said, " Fuck, Woman! Look what you do to me." Shalene just laughed again and gave his cock a soft pat before she moved her hand.