When we arrived at Dunnett's, I fix the creases on my dress and wipe my swelling lips. I also wipe Calais's lips as I notice that he's in the same state as I am. I kinda smothered him with kisses and I could see the look of desire on his face.
I climb down the carriage and see that the coachman is flushing scarlet. I blush as well. He might have heard my moans as Calais never stopped to make me feel good the entire time we were making our way back to Dunnett's.
Looking around, two maids, a head servant, and Jonathan are present to welcome us. The head servant had no choice. The two maids might like to see Calais closer, and Jonathan—I am sure he is here to welcome Calais as well, not me.
Like the two maids—who are blushing as they steal glances at Calais—Jonathan also studies me and Calais. I frown and turn my attention to Calais. I grin as I notice the kiss marks on his neck. There is also a bite. I guess that's what they find so interesting, huh?
"Are you bored with him?" Jonathan asks me. "When are you going to leave him?"
To taunt him, instead of answering, I pull Calais towards me. I kiss him and he readily responds to my kisses. Soon, I am wrapping my arms around his neck and tasting him. Not enough, I pull myself closer to deepen the kiss.
However, when Calais winds his arms around my waist and starts to rub himself against me, I withdraw. I caress his hair, his eyes still focused on my lips.
"On the contrary," I whisper. He leans down, but I evade his lips, grinning at his need to kiss me. "I am getting addicted to him."
Jonathan scowls, and like a spoiled brat, he runs back into the house—probably to tell our father. I smirk. I think I will continue to tease him. I find it enjoyable, the same as the original Lyrica.
A light, quick kiss touches my cheeks and Calais whispers, "I will say my greetings to your father before I leave."
I nod and watch his departing form. When he disappears from sight, I look at the head servant and ask, "Where's Aiko?"
"On your room, Lady Lyrica," he answers.
I make my way towards my room and the head servant follows me while lugging my bag behind him.
Enclosing my hands around the doorknob, I hear moans. I frown and turn my attention back to the head servant. When I cross my arms, he looks away.
"So?" I prod him on. "Is Aiko always having sex in my room?"
"Yes, Lady Lyrica."
"With who?"
"With your slaves, my lady."
"I still have sex slaves?" I exclaim. "I thought I had already dispatched them."
"These are the ones you discarded and gave over to Aiko, my lady. Those who have no other place to go."
I hear a shrill scream from the inside, and then grunts from men.
"How many are remaining?" I ask.
"Five."
I hit my head. Five men? Seriously, Lyrica?! Aren't you having too much sex?! Frustrated, I push open the door. I groan and close the door behind me. Aiko and five men are on my bed, all naked. The first guy is kissing her. The second and third guys are sucking her chest. The fourth guy is fucking her while the fifth guy is at the foot of the bed, waiting for his turn. These are handsome men with a nice build.
I clear my throat and they all look at me as I lean on the door.
"I hope you are planning to change my bedsheets?" I ask.
Seeing me, they all stop. Aiko covers her body and goes closer to me.
"Lady Lyrica! You are early. I thought you'd arrive tomorrow," she says, as if it was my fault that my plans had changed.
"Clothe yourselves," I order the men, trying hard not to look at their crotch. "Wash yourself and go to the sunroom. I will talk to each of you."
The men readily obey and Aiko wears her maid uniform. She fixes herself and after the men go out of the room, I say, "I don't want you using this room for these kinds of activities anymore."
"But you allowed me to do it before."
"As I said, not anymore. Use your room if you had the itch," I rebuke. "Understood?"
Aiko nods and whispers, "Understood, Lady Lyrica."
"If it's understood, then prepare for that other slave visit now. I want to see them."
Aiko brightens up and exclaims, "Yes, Miss! I will prepare now."
"Do that. We will go there once Calais leaves."
Aiko leaves, and I take a deep breath before exiting the room. The head servant is waiting outside. He bows at me and asks, "Do you want us to clean your room, Lady Lyrica?"
"Yes, do that," I say, massaging my head. "Where are Calais and Father?"
"At the Duke's study, my lady."
"Thank you," I say, which raises the head servant's brow.
I rush towards my father's study, finding Calais just as he closes the door. When he notices me, a brilliant smile spreads across his face and I'm filled with joy at the sight of him. He opens his arms and I beam at him. I run to him and dive into the welcoming embrace of his arms, and feel myself lifted. My legs wrap securely around his waist and my arms hold tightly around his neck while I lean in to kiss him fiercely.
We stay in each other's embrace, not caring about the servants who see us. I want to make his lips mine again. I want to put more kiss marks on his body. Oh god, I think I really like him. I want to smother him with all the love I can give him. If I will be with him, staying in this world will be more than fine.
I giggle into his mouth, after realizing that there's no going back now. I pull back to look at him, but he reaches for the back of my head and kisses me again.
I close my eyes, savoring our kiss. I love him. It is too fast and yet, I cannot mistake it. This thumping of my heart, the need to be close to him, the need for both emotional and physical intimacy, it's all here, making me giddy with happiness.
Someone clears his mouth and I pull back from Calais' embrace to see my father looking at us. I blush, and same as the head servant, he raises his brow at me.
"So, I see that it's true," Duke Lartius comments. "You really are taming my wild daughter."
Calais wraps his arms around my waist and my cheeks feel even hotter at the way my father scrutinizes me.
"General Calais Parcell, I wish you good luck when you lay your request to the King."
Calais makes a small bow to my father. He removes his arms around my waist and holds my hand instead. I blush a deeper scarlet as we walk quietly along the hall and out of Dunnett's mansion.
Standing in front of his carriage, I give him a quick hug. He wraps his arms around my shoulders and says, "Since you changed your mind on spending the day with me, I plan to travel to the capital tonight. That way, I will return earlier to your side."
I nod against his chest. "How long do you think it will take for you to have the King's approval?"
"I hope it will be done in a week. But knowing the King, he will drag it off."
"I hope it doesn't take a month."
"I hope so," he responds.
"I will miss you." Then, I add, "…dearly."
He grins and touches my cheeks. "I wonder why I didn't see this sweet side of you before?" he asks.
I touch the back of his hand and close my eyes. Despite being callused from sword practice, his hand is warm and feels good to my skin.
"I love you, Calais. Please return quickly to me."
"I will." He gives a peck on my forehead and adds, "See you soon."
He pulls back from me and I look longingly at him. He climbs the carriage and as I watch him leave, I wonder how long it will be before I see him again.