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CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 28: BEYOND THE CASTLE WALL

The competition was fairly simple.

Whoever disrobed their counterpart first would get to tease them in any way they desired.

Given that you were wearing a hard-spined corset, you should have prevailed in the race. But Harrow, having pinned you up against his four-post bed, had an evident advantage over you. Luckily for him, you did not resist. Instead, you perched against the column and swallowed an elated sigh as the male marked his territory along the length of your back. At some point, you arched towards the sapid kisses, reveling in the febrile nature of his caresses.

However, after cleaving the waist of your gown, the Prince began to falter. By that, your prurient curiosity grew stale. "Are you . . . doing alright back there?"

As if he were caught red-handed, your lover's eyes widened. "Uh, I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine! It's just you - er, how many skirts are you wearing exactly?"

"Skirts?" You retorted, wresting yourself from his hold. "They're crinolines, you bum!"

"The . . . the what?"

"They're hoop skirts to make women look . . . I don't know - voluptuous? You didn't really think my hips were that wide, did you?!"

"Uh, well - yes and no . . . I thought so initially but once you got close enough-"

Strangely enough, seeing the frenetic lad only seemed to cater the mouth of your arousal. Your hands, enticed by his coyness, grew a mind of their own. You swiftly hooked your finger into the band of his trouser and lured him to bed. Cushioned by the mattress, you did not mind the weight of the male on your body - especially not when his mouth lapped at your throat like a desperate, ravenous beast. When Harrow pressed into your loin and breaths grew shallow, you were sure it would happen that night.

But at the sound of ear-splitting raps at the door, you realized your gluttony had to bide it's time.

"A-Are you not going to get that?"

"I'm sure there's nothing to it," Harrow muttered against your skin. When the pounding continued - louder this round - the lad rolled his eyes and raised his face from the crook of your neck. "I'll be with you in a moment!"

Despite his address, the high-blood continued kissing you in short and sweet segments, with an element of greed. His gritty stubble against the side of your cheek left you writhing in laughter, but in due course, you wormed from underneath him. Yet, before you could hide behind the bed, the young man reeled you into an embrace and littered pecks at your nape.

"Harrow, c'mon now-" you whined, struggling to mask your gratification. "It sounds urgent."

"I'm the Prince. They can wait. All I need is a peep from you and I'll be on my way."

The way he spoke to you - as if you were small and under his spell - bruised your ego. Without even thinking of the repercussions, you rounded on the male, straddled his waist and pinned his arms down on the bed. "Do not belittle me or I will make you into an eunuch."

The noble blinked owlishly at your threat, but his lips gave way to a lopsided grin. "I can assure you - you will not appreciate that decision in the long run-"

Before the male could seal his lips, a figure burst through the chamber doors in a flurry. Instinctively, before you made sense of who rudely interrupted your evening affairs, you scooped up the blankets to your chest for the sake of modesty.

"Who the hell-" Harrow grumbled with a vivid resentment written on his features. Once he turned around and took in the man at the threshold of the room, the boy mirrored your look of distress. Without a moment of dithering, you both slinked away from one another until your skin was devoid of warmth.