Crescent (Old Version)

+ Part 23 +

Breakfast rattled on a tray at the end of my bed just as I'd finished getting dressed the next morning. 

On the tray, there was no note, but I knew that with Ceth's mention of a surprise yesterday, he expected me to be outside his room waiting for him as soon as I'd finished. I already knew that likely meant I wouldn't see either Moira or Saren today. I was glad for the latter. 

I ate the china plateful of steaming food quickly, and swallowed it down with another few mouthfuls of tea. As soon as I'd finished, the dishes were whisked away, and I brushed the crumbs from my clothes. 

I had no idea what Ceth had planned for the day, but I wasted no time in leaving my room. The guards walked me down the hall and we took the stairs to the third level where I knew he room was. Nausea was building in my stomach in waves, and when I finally found the door down the hall, the guards paused and waited at the end of the corridor. 

I raised my brows as I continued past them toward the console table full of dark pansy flowers just outside his door. Only his door was open a crack. I waited just outside it for a moment, peering into the room. I saw his room was built much like mine with a canopy bed in the corner and a sofa before a fireplace closer to the door. 

I heard someone cry out inside, and I jolted at the sound. It was a woman, and as I pushed the door open just a creak more, I realized it wasn't a cry at all. 

The woman laid on the bed on her back, breasts exposed to the air, and hands gripping the sheets as Ceth stood over her. His muscled body was on full display, bare as he bent over her and covered her moans with his tongue. She cried out as he slammed into her, gripping her hips and sheathing himself inside her. Again and again and again. They both groaned, and I backed into the table. 

The vase of flowers shattered on the ground, and Ceth's eyes met my own. But, he didn't stop. The bastard grinned as he saw me- watching them in disgust- as if he hadn't known I was here the whole time. He continued fucking her, his hand now gripping her jaw, his thumb tracing her mouth, their voices both so loud. My boots slipped in the water from the broken vase, and I gripped the wall just to keep from falling over. 

"Brenna?" I heard Moira's voice to my right right as the woman moaned again loudly. Ceth's low voice soon followed, they came together, and I watched as confusion first fell over Moira's dark eyes. Then realization. Then horror and hurt. She quickly gripped the stack of papers she'd had in her hands close to her chest.

"Moira-"

She backed into one of the guards behind her as I walked toward her. "Oh, no. I-I'll come back later."

"He's just-" She disappeared back down the corridor before I could say any more, and the disgust in my gut quickly solidified into hate as I turned back toward Ceth's room. 

He'd known we'd both be here. He wanted us to hear them. If that was his idea of a surprise-

"Brenna love," I heard his voice call from inside, and I fisted my hands as I heard him stroll toward the door and push it the rest of the way open. He'd miraculously found a low-hanging pair of trousers, though his torso still remained bare. He smirked, his blond hair falling into his eyes now. "Don't tell me you didn't want to join in. I can be quite fun when you allow me to be."

"Are you trying to prove a point, Ceth, or are you always just a dick?"

He snorted a laugh as he leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. "I just told you. I was having fun."

"Need an audience for it, do you?"

Ceth grinned and turned back toward the female now grabbing her clothes from the floor beside the bed. Her blonde hair nearly swept the ground as she bent forward and slipped the clothes over her head. Her face remained stoic as she stood once again. Recognition lit inside me, and I didn't care that I outright glared at her as Saren strolled toward us both and dipped her chin in a mocking attempt at a greeting.