Page 13 of Dark Fae's Secrets
“Do it,” I urge. “I want to see if I get the same reaction as your forest friend did.”
“Uhn,” Theo groans and takes my wrist.
He grips my fingers tightly, bending my hand back slightly to expose my wrist veins even more. He bends down, his fangs scratching my skin lightly before he bites down harshly.
I close my eyes and ride the mix of pleasure and pain with a soft, “Aah.” It is every bit as erotic as it appeared last night to my goddess. I wonder if he noticed a difference in the taste of her blood after she received her goddess powers. He must have. The power would be so much more. Perhaps in the epicureanmoment, he mistook it for absolute arousal and her new Queenly powers.
This is the main reason for this bite. I want to see howmyblood affects him. The fact that he is a pleasure to look at and engage in banter with just makes it even more delightful.
He pulls back to my disappointment, but then he says, “Well? Did you?”
Giving him a slow, sultry smile, I take his hand to press against the huge bulge in my pants. “What do you think?”
He gulps and blinks again but doesn’t remove his hand.
It is only when I replace his glasses and push them up his nose gently that he takes his hand away.
“How do you feel?” I ask him quietly.
“Like a god,” he breathes and leans forward to press his lips to mine.
Chapter 7
Savannah
After my shower, I get dressed quickly. I still feel raw from last night, but it makes me smile. What a night. Coronated Queen of the Dark Fae, and I activate my goddess power as well.
I can’t stop smiling as I head out of my room and down to my new office. I push open the door, feeling strange as this used to be Gramps’s office. I stick my head around the door, but it’s empty. I step inside and look at the desk with horror. It was about ten neat piles of folders lined up, each with a sticky note attached to it.
I gulp and read the first one. “Reports from the Head of the Dark Fae Guard”.
I bite my lip. Jerrick. I inadvertently clench my butt, remembering him taking me there last night. I want it again. I want it now, in this office.
Spinning around with my cheeks red, the door opens, and a slight woman pokes her head around. “Your Majesty,” she says quietly.
“Hello,” I say brightly to cover up my erotic thoughts.
“I’m Petle. I’m here to help you with all of this.” She gestures to the desk.
“Oh, thank the gods,” I breathe out, hand on my chest. “I thought Gramps had left it all for me.”
She lets out a pretty laugh. “Oh no! I will deal with almost everything. This one is for your eyes only, though,” she says, tapping the one I saw and looking away.
What Jerrick said resounds in my head about the staff talking about us. I clear my throat. I’m going to have to make an announcement very soon.
“You also have the Ravens keeper here to see you,” she adds, still not looking at me.
Well, gee. Do they know aboutallof us? I suppose so. In hindsight, discretion has hardly been at the top of my list.
“Let him in, please,” I croak out with a forced smile.
“Sure,” she says, trying to hide her smile.
Okay, well, at least she isn’t being a prude about it.
She ducks out and lets Rook in. He closes the door, and I go to him, stepping into his personal space.
He steps back and bows low before straightening up again. “Propriety first, Your Majesty,” he murmurs and then gathers me to him to kiss me briefly. He looks a million times better this morning.
