Royals and Rebels book 5: The Thistle Prince

Seven: Fiona Fallon

Seven

Fiona Fallon

            The first week of school passed in whispers and stares. Evander had made certain to spread the rumor that Declan and I were dating. Declan gleefully went about making sure that the school knew, too. In the morning, he would me at my dorm room and walk with Kenna and I to breakfast.

            He would place his arm around my shoulder possessively, and never let me go. He’d get my breakfast for me and pull me onto his lap. I could feel him underneath me, hard for me, and I would try to move but he’d keep me firmly in place. He’d play with my hair as he talked with his friends, and I would sit there quietly wondering what I had gotten myself into.

            Everyone watched, as if we were a spectacle for them. A play right before their very eyes. The person who watched the most was Evander Gordon.

            On the Friday morning before we were supposed to go back to Faodail palace for the weekend, it was the same routine. Declan would come get me, put his arm around my shoulders, then leave me at the table to go get my breakfast. When he came back, I’d be slipped onto his lap where I could feel him wanting me, his c**k pressing into my ass in a way I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with.

            As Declan played with my hair, I could feel eyes on me. I looked up to see Evander Gordon watching me. When he saw me watching, there was a smirk playing on his lips. Like he knew something.

            I looked away quickly, as Declan’s fingers stroked my arm.

            He leaned down and whispered, “Is Evander staring?”

            “Yes,” I whispered.

            “Want to give him a show?”

            “I….”

            “Come on,” he whispered, “it will be fun.”

            “Declan, we can’t----”

            “Don’t back down on me now, Fiona,” he growled, his eyes darkening, “you promised me. Remember what you promised….”

            I took a deep breath. “Do as your Prince commands.”

            “So,” he said, “do as your Prince commands.”

            “What do you command me?”

            He pushed me off his lap, then turned so that he was sitting sideways on the chair.. He leaned down and whispered, “Straddle me.”

            Aware that I was in a private school girl uniform complete with a short skirt, I straddled him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest, and then he did the last thing I expected him to do. He kissed me.

            Worse, I kissed him back. And I gripped his chin in my hands as I did it, and I wound my fingers through his hair.

            Declan whispered into my ear, “Grind against me.”

            So, I did. I ground against him, and I could feel his c**k pressing up through his pants into me. I heard the cafeteria oohing and awing, and what I was sure was the clicking of camera phones as they filmed or took pictures. After all, The Prince of Scotland was making out with his new girlfriend in the school cafeteria. Who also happened to be a servant girl in the castle. It didn’t get any juicer than that.

            My eyes were closed, and all I could focus on was Declan’s hands on me. I opened one of them, and out of the corner of it, I could see Evander leaning forward in his chair and watching. Like a voyeur.

            He licked his lips. Then, he winked at me. And left. When he was gone, Declan was still kissing me. And I was still kissing him, grinding up against his erect c**k through his pants. That was, until there was the sound of the Headmasters voice, “PRINCE DECLAN AND MISS FALLON. MY OFFICE, NOW.”

            The headmaster was a short, round, man with a bald head and a pointy beard. He was also gazing at the two of us with eyes that were blazing in anger.

            Declan looked up at him and laughed, while I was burying my head in Declan’s shirt collar. “Oh god,” I murmured.

            Declan, still chuckling, helped me up off of the seat.

            “Long live Prince Declan! Long live Prince Declan!” James started chanting from the table, and Jack along with him. The whole of the cafeteria joined in, clapping, hooting and hollering much to the Headmasters fury.

            Seething, the Headmaster bellowed, “SHUT IT. ALL OF YOU.”

            And then, I was dragged by the Prince of Scotland to the Headmasters office after having made out with him in the middle of the school dining hall. Declan was grinning like the cat that caught the canary, and I was gripping his hand, burying my face into his back. If there was no getting out of things before, there was definitely no getting out of things now.

            The whole school knew. Which meant, in a world with camera phones and the internet, it wouldn’t be long until the whole world knew. They probably already did. Which meant there was absolutely not getting out of this now. Unless my Nan, and Declan’s parents killed us both which was entirely possible. And I wasn’t sure that I was okay with either of those solutions. Although, I did think that death might have been preferable to having to spend a lifetime with Evander Gordon’s eyes on me. Like I was a fly in his trap, and he was a spider waiting to eat me alive.