Snow White, page 6
part #1 of Ever After Series
I frown. “I just… I’m scared.”
“Scared?” She blinks.
I lower my voice. “What if you like Belle more than me? What if you both decide I’m not g-good enough?”
“Snow. I thought you liked Belle?” Azura asks, sighing heavily.
A child. She thinks I am throwing a tantrum like a child. This must be a disappointment for her. The princess of the king she is trying to woo is a child. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“I do,” I mumble.
“But you don’t like me with her?”
My brows furrow. “I… now that you say it out loud, it sounds silly of me.”
“You’re jealous,” Azura says, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. The action makes me shiver.
“Jealous?” I blink. “No… I have never been jealous before. That’s not like me.”
Azura laughs. “I’m guessing I’m your first friend, correct?”
“Yes,” I mumble, my cheeks heating as I look at the ground. I am so embarrassed to admit that to the one person who has taken the time to get to know me. My behavior could ruin that chance.
“You’re worried about me having other friends?” she asks.
“I’m… I’m worried you won’t want to be my friend anymore.”
She laughs again. “I still want to be your friend. I promise.”
I wrap my arms around her neck, holding her tightly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, Snow,” she says, holding me for a moment before pulling back. Her purple eyes swirl as she looks into my own. They are truly beautiful, and I could stare at them for hours.
“Thank you for speaking with me,” I say with a sigh. “I promise to not react like that again.”
She nods before looking down at her dress. The beautiful fabric is covered in mud and hay. “I suppose I should change while you go on your ride.”
I giggle softly. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
Azura leans forward, brushing her lips against my cheek. My heart stops in my chest. They are so soft and warm. “I’ll see you later.”
She spins and leaves the stable. I let out a breath as my heart starts up again once she is out of my view. It pounds against my chest, blood pumping so loud it’s the only thing I can hear. I wonder what it would feel like to have her lips against mine.
Chapter Fifteen
Azura
I need relief from the arousal created in my archery lesson with Snow and Belle. Snow was the subtle and natural seduction, while Belle was aggressive and straightforward. Inside my room, I slip into the tub, idly wondering when Belle will join me. It only takes a couple of minutes for the knock to come.
I sigh. “It’s open.”
Belle closes the door quickly, the scent of red roses following her inside. I hate that I miss the smell of frosted apples. “Your instruction was quite interesting, and I thought we could have a private lesson.”
The sound of the lock sliding into place makes me lick my lips in anticipation. A distraction is just what I need. A meaningless fuck to get my mind off Snow. I glance over my shoulder at her. “During my bath? That would be highly irregular.” I take in her dilated eyes and slightly parted lips. Her breasts are shaking with shallow pants. I crook a finger at her. “Come here.”
Belle saunters onto the low dais, her hand touching the rim of the tub. “I don’t take commands lightly,” she says, her eyes flashing with defiance.
I turn my back to her, grabbing a loofah. “Feel free to leave if you object. I’m sure there will be others more than willing to amuse me.”
“Like the king’s daughter?” she asks coyly.
I turn back to her. “Snow? I doubt her tastes are as diverse as ours.”
Belle fiddles with the ties of her dress. “She is very innocent.”
I watch her slowly undo her laces, the fabric of her dress sagging. “Not like us.”
Belle smirks at me. “I think I will listen to your commands, Azura.” Her dress falls, puddling at her feet and leaving her naked. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
I crook my finger at her again, and Belle shivers before stepping into the tub with me. I growl into her ear before biting the lobe. “Pick up the soap and clean me.”
Belle obeys, rubbing the soap in her hands and spinning to face me. She soaps my shoulders and down my chest. I place my hands on the side of the tub and relax, allowing her to touch me. Her lips are soft as she leans forward and kisses the tops of my breasts. Her hands move to my hips as she straddles my legs, grinding against me as if she’s in heat. She’s trying to rub her way to an orgasm, practically frothing at the mouth for it, and we’ve barely even begun. I haven’t even touched her yet.
My smile is positively evil, my voice harsh. “I did not give you permission to rub yourself against me.”
She moans again, licking my nipple softly in apology. “No?”
I grip her hair in my fist and shift her off of me. My voice is dark and low as I say, “You will pleasure me, and when I feel you deserve it, I’ll finally fill that ache in your core.”
She giggles, biting her lower lip. “Is that a promise?”
I nod, and she nips my nose, attempting to rub against me again. My hands tighten on her hips. “Finish. Cleaning.”
Belle whimpers and grabs the soap again. Her hands are trembling from unfulfilled need. She obeys, cleaning every inch of my body as I silently watch her. When she finishes, she lowers her head and wraps her lips around my nipple.
She sucks hard, and I groan. I arch my back, my hands digging into her hips. “Good girl.”
She tries to roll her hips again, but my hands keep her still. She sucks harder, making me moan. I growl, “So disobedient.”
Belle releases my nipple with a pop, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “Let me rub against you.”
Her voice is ragged, desperate, but I still deny her. “You aren’t needy enough yet.”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I lick my thumb leisurely, and her gaze locks on my movements. I drag it down her body, circling her nipples slowly. Her breath comes in shaky gasps, and she writhes against me. I smile and slide my hand lower, teasing over her swollen clit. “I want you mindless.”
Belle jolts and her eyes roll back. “Yes, my lady.” She buries her face back into my chest, working my breasts. She sucks one, then the other, trying to please me enough so that I’ll let her come.
My thumb continues circling her clit, not giving her the pressure she so desperately needs. She whimpers again, her moans sending pleasant vibrations against my nipples.
I spin her in the bath again, yanking her back against me. I growl into her ear, “Put your hands behind my neck.”
Belle spreads her legs, her hips rolling as if out of her control. She reaches up to lock her arms behind my head, leaving her open and vulnerable to me. “Yes, my lady.”
Such a good little whore she is.
My hands take a slow tour down her body, my teeth sinking into her shoulder. I use my knees to keep her legs wide and cover her core with my hand, my fingers dipping between her folds. “Your pussy is dripping, like a good girl.”
She whimpers, arching her back, trying to get more of my touch. “F-Fuck.”
I tap her clit with one finger and cup her breast with my other hand, pinching her budding nipples. “Such a needy girl.”
Belle’s hips roll, and she pleads, “More.”
I bite her shoulder again, tapping her clit in rhythm with my fingers on her tight little nipple. Finally, I thrust two fingers inside her and twist them. She spreads her legs even wider, and I whisper, “Just like that.”
Belle squirms on me, mewling and moaning, desperate for release. I yank my fingers out of her before she has the chance to find it. She gasps. “Why’d...why’d you stop?!”
I wave my hand, a strap-on appearing from one of my toy chests. I move her off me and step out of the tub to strap it on, moaning as I insert the piece on the harness inside me. While I fuck her, it will fuck me.
Belle walks over to the bed and lies on her stomach, putting her knees on the edge as she spreads herself for me.
I rub the edge of the strap-on along her soaked folds before plunging inside her. “Such a greedy slut.”
Belle moans and tosses her head. “Fuck me hard, my lady.”
I reach forward and fist her hair. I yank her head back and snarl, “Take every inch.”
My hips flex, moving faster. Belle is so wet I glide in and out easily. I moan at the feel of the pressure against my clit. Belle’s eyes close, and her hands fist in the sheets as she moans, “Yes…”
I rotate my hips and release her hair, hitting even deeper inside her. “Beg me to come.”
She pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts and mewling, “Please, please, please.”
“Almost,” I whisper, tossing my head back and biting my lower lip.
She whimpers. “Fuck…please, my lady. Please, let me come.”
I gasp and order, “Come.”
“Fuck! Azura!” Belle screams, and I send my magic out to seal the sound to my bedroom.
I feel her tugging on the strap on, the delicate muscles of her pussy contracting. My orgasm electrifies me, pleasure ripping through me in waves. I pant and pull out, collapsing on the bed next to her. Before the haze of lust clears, I press my hand to Belle’s head, altering all memory of me using magic.
Belle pants, her body still shaking from the force of her climax. She closes her eyes and smiles. “Well…”
I glance at her dismissively. Why is she still here? I carefully undo the straps of the toy and toss it to the side. “Hm?”
Belle rolls onto her back. “That was nice.”
Hm. I did not see Belle being the clingy type. This could present a problem. It was just sex. We were both pent up and needed an outlet. There’s nothing more to it. It’s why I chose her over the person I really wanted.
Snow would never accept an exchange of pleasure, and if it were Snow in my bed, her skin flushed and dewy, I wouldn’t be pulling on a robe and standing right now.
“Why are you still here?” I snap at her.
Belle narrows her eyes, rising to her elbows. “Are you serious?”
I hum to myself, sitting at the vanity, dismissing her. She can feign hurt all she wants. She knows this was just a casual fuck.
“So you just needed a quick fuck?” she says, sitting up.
I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes. Why is Belle acting so hurt? I glance at her coolly. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
She visibly bristles. “Maybe I am.”
I toss my head back, unable to contain my cold laugh. “I could put my hands on you, and you’d be begging for more.”
Belle grits her teeth and storms past me into the bathroom, no doubt to dress. “Fuck you.”
Good, she’s leaving. “Oh, and Belle? A word of this to anyone, especially Snow, and…” I trail off. Some threats are better left to the imagination.
Belle yanks her dress on, tying the laces. “I don’t fucking care. Lock me away, Azura. That won’t change who you are, and Snow will figure it out.”
I laugh coldly again. “Who said I’d lock you away?”
“Bitch!”
Belle yanks her dress tight before storming to the door. She throws it open to reveal Snow.
Chapter Sixteen
Snow
I stand frozen in confusion, trying to understand what I am looking at. Azura and Belle together? Is Azura only in a robe? Why is their hair disheveled? My stomach clenches, and I have to fight the onslaught of tears threatening to spill down my cheek.
See? You were nothing but a burden to everyone around you…
I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing the voice to the back of my mind.
“I… I thought we c-could go to d-dinner together,” I whisper, my throat feeling tight.
Azura glances at me. “Of course, Snow. Give me a moment. Belle was just leaving.”
I shake my head. Unable to face her any longer, I turn and walk away. I don’t understand what is happening, but every part of me hurts as if a thousand pins and needles are violently stabbing into my chest. I can’t breathe, and I tug at my corset, trying to loosen it.
I hear Azura calling for me, telling me to wait, but I can’t. She can’t know how much this has affected me. I don’t want her to see that I am in tears over something simple like this. She is allowed to have friends other than me. After all, she did say she would always be my friend, right? So my reaction to finding her with Belle is just silly.
Azura catches up with me, grabbing my cold arm into her warm hands.
“Snow.”
“I know. She is much smarter than I—” I mumble.
She touches my cheek. “Look at me.”
“I just… I don’t understand,” I continue on, finally looking back at her. “She called you a… a….”
Bitch. The word shoots to the front of my mind. She called Azura a bitch. Why? What happened? Were the two of them fighting? Did I see the situation wrong? My mind whirls with questions, and I feel light-headed. Azura sighs, pulling me against her chest and hugging me tightly.
“She was upset,” she says.
“W-why? Because of m-me?” I ask.
“You? What could you have done?” she asks, kissing the top of my head. My stomach settles, the knots loosening and relaxing. The warmth of her kiss floods my veins, and my body feels lighter.
“I was jealous earlier,” I whisper.
Azura cups my chin, tilting my head to look at her. “Oh?”
“I-I should go speak to her.”
“Why?” Azura frowns.
“She must hate me.”
“How could anyone hate you?” she asks me. Her voice is so genuine and clear that tears fill my eyes again.
Who doesn’t hate me?
Azura didn’t see the looks of the other princesses in the tearoom this morning, and I know they would stomp on me the first chance they got. They would throw me in the mud and leave me to rot. I could see the hate written on their faces. And yet they are here for a chance to marry my father. Will they look at me differently when they are chosen? Or am I a fool to believe any of them could like me?
“I… I… many do,” I choke out, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
“Fools,” Azura scoffs.
“One of my maids says those who hate me are jealous, but I don’t understand why,” I say.
Azura tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Then they are twice fools.”
I sniffle, searching her eyes before wrapping my arms around her neck. Her words soothe me like nothing else in this world. They comfort me like my mother’s hugs used to. They are a warm blanket pulling me in and protecting me from the world. I feel steady and grounded in her presence, and all my sadness slips away with a simple hug.
Azura smells of freshly cut orchids. It is my new favorite scent, and I know I will always associate it with her. I want to run my fingers through her hair as she presses hot kisses against my neck. I want to feel her soft porcelain skin against the dark ebony of mine and marvel at the beauty in the difference. My fingertips ache to explore every inch of her lush body as I lay beside her.
“You smell pretty today,” I murmur.
“It’s my soap,” she says.
Her words ground me back to the present, and I quickly pull away from her, all the available heat going to my face.
“Right, you… look… refreshed.” I let out a shaky breath. “I… I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Azura touches my hand, heat radiating from the spot. “Snow, you don’t want to speak to Belle?”
No, I want you to pin me against the wall and run those plump red lips down my neck.
I quickly shake my head, panting as the thoughts continue to penetrate my mind. What is wrong with me?
“Dinner. Food. Need to eat,” I squeak out.
Azura looks down at herself, and it takes me a moment to realize she is wearing nothing under that robe. Liquid heat drips between my legs, and I gulp.
“I’ll get dressed and meet you,” she says.
I look away and nod before running off. My breath is heavy in my chest, and warmth pools in my core, creating an empty ache that I know only Azura can fill. These thoughts of Azura and the sensations they create scare me. They aren’t right, and I shouldn’t be thinking about her in this manner. I need to get a hold of myself before my imagination gets me in trouble.
Chapter Seventeen
Azura
I am the last to arrive for dinner, and I take the open seat between Snow and Belle. My scan of Belle’s mind leaves me satisfied that my spell erased the memory of our fucking. I barely had time to craft the spell before Belle opened the door. For now, the memory of us arguing over something meaningless replaces it, but her mind is stronger than I expected. I shore up the walls of the spell, making sure it doesn’t falter. I’ll have to keep checking them. If Belle remembers, she could truly destroy all my carefully laid plans.
Belle is a threat, and I should eliminate her. All threats to me gaining this power must perish before they have the time to grow roots. Usually, I don’t rely on fallible memory spells that can be broken by a strong mind.
Memory spells are draining and require constant maintenance. Normally, I would have simply disposed of her, but something stayed my hand. Some unwelcome thought prevented me from ripping the heart from Belle’s chest and eating it.
What would Snow think if one of her treasured friends vanished?
The intrusive thoughts press into my mind, though none of the struggle shows on my face. Since when do I care what Snow thinks? If Snow wasn’t so fucking... innocently seductive, so fucking alluring, I wouldn’t have been so tempted by what Belle offered. I wouldn’t have fallen so easily into the honey trap between Belle’s pale thighs. I would have fucking resisted. But all I could think of was Snow. She was all I could see. I put my mouth on Belle and dreamed it was the taste of frosted apples. Snow’s scent, flawless skin, and... well, fuck everything about her calls to me. I should despise her innocence and attempt to corrupt it, making her just like everyone else, just like me.
