MOTI - Deleted Non-Canon Joriel/Margot Scene

“We’re due to meet with my source in an hour,” Joriel says.

My teeth chew the last bit of fruit on my plate. “I better go pack my things then.” The chair squeaks when I slide it away from me.

“Let me escort you to your room.” With a cloth napkin, Joriel dabs the corners of his mouth and stands.

“I’ll manage,” I say, backing away.

“Nonsense.” A hand touches the small of my back and guides me out of the room. “My employees aren’t the safest people to be around.”

With Knox’s essence trapped in me, I should have no fear of Joriel. In seconds, I could have him on the floor, begging for mercy. Still, he frightens me. Rumors of the ways he destroys his enemies almost matches the public’s fear of the Proditors.

“I’ve been thinking of our little deal,” he says, hand still on the small of my back. My room nears.

“And?” I ask.

“If you don’t make it back alive, I suppose I gained absolutely nothing out of this.” Joriel stops in his tracks.

He better not renegotiate our agreement. “I’m good at what I do, I’ll make it back,” I say. Doubt it.

Joriel pushes me against the wall, pinning me with his body.

His lips tickle the side of my neck. “Give me a bite Margot. To know what I should expect when you return.” He runs the tip of his nose up my neck and across my jaw.

I want to push him away. I should push him away. Every tool in my box is there to do it. But if I piss Joriel off, I’ll be miles away from saving Lleu.

Before Joriel can make another move, my lips crash into his. He stops, stunned, before smiling and attacking my mouth.

I’ll let him have a taste, then push him off.

But he kisses like Milo.

His fingers dig into my hips while he bites at my bottom lip. My arms wrap around his neck and he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist.

I have to make myself stop, for my own sake. But I can’t. Warmth pools in my lower belly.

Hardness beneath his pants presses into my center, grinding into me. I surpass the pleasured sounds forming in my throat. Lips cover every inch of my neck and jaw. My eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s been so long since I’ve been with Milo, and I may never see him again. Even if I did it’s not as if I’d share my body with him.

But giving myself to Joriel right now would mean having no leverage to get to Ashtanabo.

I bite my tongue and push Joriel off of me. He stumbles back, panting from the kiss. I avoid looking below his belt line. “Once I get back, you’ll get the rest.”

Joriel fixes his hair and shirt. “I—of course”

I conceal a smile. Seeing Sinclair speechless will never get old.