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Clavis chuckled. “Did you think I was trying to steal your girlfriend away from you?” Clavis didn’t look bothered one bit that there was a sword pointed straight at his throat; it was as if this was a common occurrence between the brothers. “I was simply trying to show her a good time while you were away, doing other, more important things.” Chevalier growled as Clavis brushed the sword away. “Chev, don’t worry a hair on your pretty little head, or you might just find yourself bald one morning.”

“You have five seconds to leave.”

“Okay, okay…” As he walked away, he brushed against Chevalier, leaning into his ear. “You do have such pretty hair. Would be a shame if something were to happen. If someone were to…maybe shave it while your asleep?” Chevalier glared at him menacingly, knowing words would have zero effect on this menace.

Once the hellcat vacated, Chevalier turned you, sheathed his sword, and took your hand in his.

“Where are we going?” you asked, not really expecting an answer given the stern look on the Brutal Beast’s face.

He dragged you out of the ballroom, through a maze of corridors, until he found a quiet, secluded corner not far from his room. “This will do,” he muttered to himself softly as he glanced around, most likely for others. You then found yourself pushed up against the wall roughly, his mouth fastened to your neck.

His mouth was hungry, needy even. His breath was hot on your already warm skin; slowly nipping the sensitive skin from your neck to your exposed shoulders, leaving biting kisses in his wake, marks blossoming on your skin in various shades of pink while heat flooded your core.

Somewhat surprised by your beast’s sudden actions, you attempted to pull back, well, best you could while pushed up against the wall. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” you asked, slightly confused by his behavior, but not the least bit upset by it.

You felt him smirking against your skin. “I’m marking you as mine tonight.” He looked up at you, his bright blue eyes hidden by long lashes. “Unless you’d like me to stop?”

“No,” You answered a bit too quickly. “Please, no,” you added, your voice softening, sighing in pleasure. A thrill ran down your spine with the knowledge that anyone could come down this hallway at any moment. Chevalier was not the kind to be spontaneous like this, nor was he often public with his displays of affection; your lover preferred the privacy of his room, perhaps at times his own private library. But always with the door locked. Never like this.

His hand cupped your bosom, his thumb tracing circles around your nipple through the thin material that acted as a barrier to his touch. His touch teasing and tickling, you moaned his name, and then covered your mouth despite your voice already having echoed down the dark hallway. He promptly removed your hand from your face; looking into your eyes, a wicked grin spread on his lips. “Please. Scream my name if you want. Let everyone in this palace know who is pleasuring you.” You knew he didn’t mean the entire palace; just one inhabitant was his intended target.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, welcoming his mouth on yours. Closing your eyes, you gave yourself to your beast; your body was his for the taking. His tongue probed your lips for entry; once parted, you tasted the sweet wine he had been drinking earlier. His gloved palm ran down your thigh, slowly guiding it around his waist. You gasped loudly when you rubbed against him, feeling him stiffen against the confines of his pants.

Lifting you up in his strong arms, your other leg instinctively wrapped around his waist, clinging to his lean body. Burying your head in the crook of his neck, you savored his scent, a mixture of vetiver and antiqued leather; it was a rich, luxurious scent you would happily douse yourself in if you could. You let out an unladylike squeal when he started to walk off with you in his arms.

He whisked you into his nearby room, his cloak swishing behind him, the distinctive click of the lock was audible in the silent room after he shut the door. He tossed you casually onto his large bed, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he climbed on top of you.