Chapter 19: Claimed

We did not make it to the bedroom.

Lucan carried me through the great hall with my legs around his waist and kicked the card room door shut behind us.

The green felt table stood in the middle of the floor under one lamp.

I slid down his body and put my back against the edge of the green felt table.

"Sit," I said.

He looked at the chair, and then at me.

"Orla."

"You've held the cards over me for weeks. Tonight I deal."

He sat.

I stood between his knees in the red dress I had worn to the stones and looked down at him.

His hands were on the arms of the chair, white-knuckled.

"Don't touch me," I said. "Not until I say."

"Yes."

"Say it again."

"Yes, Orla." His voice was gravel. "I won't."

I pulled the dress over my head and let it drop.

I was naked underneath, and he made a sound I felt in my knees.

I took his hands off the chair and laid them on his own thighs.

"Stay," I said.

"You're killing me."

"Good."

I knelt between his legs and opened his trousers.

He was already hard, heavy and hot in my hand, and when I closed my mouth around him his head went back against the chair.

"Christ."

I took him deep, slow, and drew back, and swirled my tongue under the head.

He swore and his hands clenched on his thighs, shaking with the effort not to move.

I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth, and his eyes were pure silver.

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