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She tugged them to a stop a few corridors away from his chambers and instead pressed him back into the shadowy alcove that had clearly housed some artwork that had been recently moved, judging by the scuff marks on the floor and walls.

“What are we doing?” The amusement in his voice belied the heat in his eyes and it was Neah’s turn to smirk as she sank to her knees. She liked the sound of that.We.With Wren, she was never alone.

“Surely you can guess,” she teased, reaching for his breaches and working the laces free with quick, sure, tugs of her fingers until the material was tented around the thickening erection Wren couldn’t disguise.

“If someone sees—” His breath stuttered when her hand closed around his cock.

“Do you want me to stop?” She leaned in to breathe the words temptingly close to his crotch and grinned when he shivered.

“No. Goddess, no.”

Neah pumped him slowly, hand tight around his length as she curled around to his tip. The corridor was deserted, and wasn’t one often frequented as only the king’s quarters could be found in that direction, but the thrill made her heart beat quicker nonetheless.

She licked her lips and looked up at him with wide eyes as she slipped his head past her mouth. He groaned at the first swipe of her tongue, one hand pressing firmly into the wall to their right as if he needed the help remaining upright. His other fisted in her hair as she teased him, pulling away and taunting him with light licks to his shaft.

“Caritas—” he growled warningly and she smirked as she swallowed him down, the abrupt shift from teasing to choking on his cock enough to make him shout and she laughed. The sound vibrated through her throat and Wren’s head fell back to expose the long, biteable, column of his throat as she hollowed her cheeks and tasted him.

The first jerk of his hips had her feeling smug and when he opened his eyes and she saw how they glowed, how close he was to losing control completely, she stopped fucking around.

Wren’s eyes widened as she pressed her face toward his hips, gagging slightly on the considerable length of his cock even as she swallowed and milked him with her throat.

“F-Fuck.”

The stutter. She rewarded his loss of control with the swirl of her tongue as she worked him, pleased when he stopped holding back and instead began to fuck her face roughly.

His hand in her hair released as he swiped a thumb under her eye, catching the tear there, the satisfaction on his face purely savage even as she reduced him to a begging mess.

“Neah,” he gasped and when she looked up, eyes meeting his, he came with a hoarse cry, warmth painting her throat. She licked her lips and stood, taking his hand seeing as her knees had gone numb on the stone floor. “That was…”

Her chuckle was admittedly smug. “‘You’re welcome.”

Wren muttered an oath, sagging against the wall dizzily for a moment before recovering enough to walk the last few corridors that led to his chambers. “A nap,” he said under his breath asthey walked and she couldn’t help her laugh when he added, “and then I’m going to make you come so hard the walls will be forever imprinted with my name—because you’re going to scream and beg for me before I’m done.”

“Big talk from a man I just made stutter.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

WREN

The door to his chambers swung open and Wren’s breath whooshed out of him as Neah walked in, cheeks flushed and hair tied back into a long braid that fell over one shoulder.

Without a word, he ran to her. His arms closed around the narrow set of her shoulders and when she wheezed he realised he was squeezing her too tightly. “Thank the Goddess,” he muttered. “You’re okay?”

It had been three days since their meal with Neah’s parents and Zennon and, for the most part, they’d spent the time together. He hadn’t realised how nice it would be to return to his rooms and find Neah waiting every evening, his bed had becometheirsand the space felt too empty now when it was only him in them.

Today, he’d had a meeting to attend with a handful of Lords who were concerned about their land boundaries and Neah had declined the invitation to join him. Instead, she was supposed to be meeting Zennon in the town nearby. He got the impression Zennon didn’t get out much, so it had been a nice idea. It was sunny but not too hot outside, Sonnet was joining them, and he thought it would be good for his mate to spend some time awayfrom him for the day, even if it was under the watchful gaze of the guards he’d sent to the tavern ahead of time.

“Of course I’m okay,” she said breathlessly, pulling back to look up into his eyes and then cupping his jaw with one hand as she read whatever distress lingered on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“There was another attack.” How they’d known Neah was going to be there, Wren couldn’t say. “In the town, at the tavern. I sent guards there to keep an eye on things?—”

“Wren,” she protested and he shrugged.

“They were told you’d requested a private booth, so they took their seats and waited for you.”

“Yes.” Neah nodded and then narrowed her eyes. “Because I wastryingto be cautious.”

“So was I,” he pointed out and she rolled her eyes but looked worried when he stepped back and began pacing. “Drinks were delivered. One of my men indulged. The other survived.”

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