Finding Sophia 1: Forbidden Lust

My heart races as I enter the ballroom after greeting the remaining guests. The entire time, all I could think about was the feeling of Æmilius’s hot breath on my neck. I could barely concentrate as I shook hands and engaged in small talk with members of the Royal Court.

I scan the crowd, searching for Æmilius. I keep my face calm, but internally I’m a roiling ocean of emotions. Part of me is scared to find his face in the sea of lycan royalty, but another part of me is thrilled at the thought of seeing him again.

The memory of his lips on my hand, his tongue against my skin, sends a rush of heat through my body. I feel a tingling sensation between my legs, my desire growing with each passing moment.

As I mingle with guests, I have trouble focusing on their words. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Æmilius—his strong hands, his hypnotizing auburn brown eyes, the promise of what’s to come. I try to keep my composure, smiling and nodding at the right moments, but inside I’m burning up.

Every few seconds, my eyes dart around the room, searching for him. The anticipation is almost unbearable. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me.

Æmilius’s hot breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “I have been searching for you, Your Majesty.”

A euphoric shiver runs down my spine and I barely trap the moan that nearly escapes my lips. I turn my body slowly to face him.

He towers over me. A smile spreads slowly across my face. I feel the people around me watching us with curiosity. They have no idea what we really want from each other.

“Why, Æmilius,” I say. “It’s a pleasure to have your presence grace the royal halls once again. You have grown into quite the young man since I last saw you.”

“Oh,” he says with a wicked grin. “You have no idea, Your Majesty.”

I feel a flush in my cheeks as we continue to lock eyes. Through the intensity of his gaze, I can tell exactly what he wants to do to me. How he wants to take me, roughly, with his hands around my throat.

It’s exactly what I want too.

“May I have this dance, Your Majesty?” he asks as he offers an extended hand.

I bow slightly, placing my hand delicately in his. The moment my skin makes contact with his, a fire rages through my body. I can feel myself getting wet and my core aches for his touch.

He swings me onto the dance floor gracefully, pulling me close to his body and placing his hand at the small of my back. I quickly glance around the crowd to see if we have caused a stir, but I am pleasantly surprised to see that no one seems to be paying us any attention.

They are all too engrossed with the scene that Alexandros and Katya are making at the other end of the ballroom. The sound of Katya’s shrill laughter makes me cringe as I watch Alexandros spin her around.

“They never know when to be subtle, do they?” Æmilius arches his brow wryly as he searches my face. For a moment, I forget about his connection to Katya. He must know how I feel about her, but she is his mother after all.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “Katya and I have never been very close. She always had her mind on her erasthai. I was merely a means to an end for her.”

“And what end would that be?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Æmilius smiles and winks. “I fear you’ll have to get to know me better before I give away all my secrets, Queen Sophia.”

I shudder with pleasure to hear the sound of my name on his tongue. The things he’s doing to my body with all my clothes still on, I can’t imagine how good it would feel to have him touch me all over. I can’t wait any longer. I have to get him alone.

“It’s been quite some time since you were last here,” I say casually. “Perhaps, you’d appreciate a tour?”

Æmilius betrays no emotion as he continues to twirl me around the dance floor. The seconds pass and I begin to think, perhaps, I misjudged his interest in me.

“I would be honored to be guided by you,” Æmilius whispers into my ear.

“Do you remember where the library is?”

“Of course.”

“Meet me there in five minutes,” I purr as the song we are dancing to ends. I trace my hand down his chest before I take a step backward. He bows broadly and I nod in approval. I give him a seductive smile, my eyes promising much more to come.

Turning on my heel, I make my way towards the library, offering short exchanges with other lycans who try to drag me into their mundane conversations. I have no time for them. There is only one thing on my mind.

My heart pounds as I make my way to the library. I slip inside, closing the door behind me. I watch the ornate clock standing near the door. The second hand makes soft ticking noises as it passes around the face. Never in my life has five minutes felt so long. It feels as though an eternity has passed before I hear the doorknob shift as someone on the other side opens the door.

My breath catches in my throat. For a brief second, I worry that it is not Æmilius behind the door, but when I see his vast frame enter the room, heat blooms through my body once more. It feels like a fire has been ignited in my core. Just the sight of him leaves me soaking.

Æmilius wastes no time. He reaches me in several long strides and pushes me against a bookshelf. His eyes are dark, the black tendrils spreading as his lycan takes more control. He makes it clear he is in charge and I give myself over freely.

He wraps his large hand around my wrists, lifting them up above my head. As he does so, he presses his groin against me. I can feel how hard he is through his pants and I gasp at the glorious size of him.

“I’ll have you begging me for it,” he snarls into my ear, his tongue flicking against my earlobe. Finally, I’m able to let out a moan of pleasure.

“Don’t toy with me, boy,” I state. “You’ve only told me what you want. Now, show me.”

I stare into his eyes, refusing to break contact. He may be a strong lycan warrior, but he needs to know his place. I am his Queen.

Before I can say another word, his lips crash into mine. Our kisses are passionate, urgent. It’s like we were both starving and we are each other’s only sustenance. His hands roam my body, cupping my breasts through my dress. I moan softly, arching into his touch.

“I’ve wanted this since I saw you in the greeting hall,” Æmilius growls.

“Me too,” I gasp, as his tongue traces along the side of my neck. He maneuvers so only one hand holds both of my wrists. His other hand glides down my body, pulling at the immense fabric of my dress until he finds his way in.

When he finally comes into contact with the skin of my inner thigh, I nearly melt completely. He is confident with his movements, not hesitating when he runs his fingers along the edge of my lace underwear. He groans as he slips two fingers underneath the fabric and feels the wetness of my folds.

The pressure of his body against mine excites me more than I could ever have imagined. I cannot remember the last time a man made me feel this way, so desperate for his touch.

He glides his fingers back and forth, then he begins to make slow circles around my clit. I can feel my pleasure building, peaking to a crest, but I don’t want to feel that release. Not yet.

I snatch my hands from his grasp and lace my fingers into his hair as I pull him close. Our tongues clash as we kiss with a vigor that can only be described as desperate aggression. I grab his wrist with one hand, guiding him towards my core.

I desperately want to feel his fingers inside of me.

He seems to understand my request instantly. He moves from the delicious movements against my clit towards my soaking center. Pushing his fingers slowly inside of me, I curl into his movements, tightening against him as he moves in and out.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my neck and he lets out a soft moan, so unlike my expectation. I love how I have turned this fierce warrior into a mewling boy.

I grind my hips against his movements, working to reach my release. I can feel myself reaching my climax.

“I’m so close, Æmilius,” I cry out, unable to contain the heat of my desire any longer.

“Come for me, my Queen,” he says, kissing my neck desperately. I feel his tongue licking against the sensitive spot behind my ear and I let go.

I unspool into an undulating wave of indulgence, pushing myself against him even more to milk every single drop of pleasure from his touch. I don’t hold back the screams of ecstasy, knowing full well the library is completely soundproof.

My sight is fuzzy by the time he removes his fingers. I can’t help but whimper in disappointment at their noticeable absence.

Æmilius watches me intently. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks my juices from them, savoring the taste.

A smile spreads across his sinfully handsome face. “Don’t worry,” he says in a tone that makes me quiver, “I’m not done with you yet.”