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How lucky I am that Sam has both.
With the shadows driving her wild beneath her dress, Selene reached down to stroke Sam’s horns. She had quickly learned he loved this, especially when she did it to give him feedback. Tellinghim “a little to the left”—and pulling him in that direction with his horns— only seemed to amp him up further.
When he slipped his fingers inside her, she couldn’t help but buck her hips. With his lips sucking her clit and his strong fingers pumping in and out of her wet sheath, she felt herself unraveling. Knowing he would stay on his knees for hours if she let him, she said, “Stop, baby. No more. Come inside me. Now, Sam.”
He shot to his feet. In one swift motion, he plunged into her, pulling her hips to him so he could sink in deeper. She locked her legs around his waist and arched her back, meeting his thrusts.
This caused the shadows to writhe and pulse around them both. Selene watched Sam motion to them with his eyes. Then she felt the mist undulate down between her legs, brushing against her clit as Sam pounded into her. His expression was anguished. Desperate.
So good.
She couldn’t hold out a second longer. Driving her head back, she let out a moan as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again while she called his name. Seconds later, he went over the edge too. Groaning and gasping, then plunging into her as hard as he could.
“Selene,” he cried, then collapsed over her, his head resting on her chest. They were both panting and sweaty. Sated.
Together again.
“Ahem,” said a voice from behind them. “Um… pardon the interruption.”
To Selene’s horror, she turned to see Vanthee standing in the library’s doorway.
Chapter 25
Selene’s face flushed with humiliation as Sam pulled down her dress to cover her bare legs. He hastily fastened his pants.
“What do you want?” Sam barked.
“I was sent by Queen Lamia to bring you upstairs for dinner,” Vanthee said. Her tone was formal, but her eyes shone with jealousy.
“Tell her I’m busy,” he said.
“Apologies, but I can’t do that. They are meeting with the Council of Legions and one of the generals wants you to join.”
Sam’s glower showed equal parts resentment and frustration. Selene slipped off the table, whispering, “It’s all right. Just go.”
“I’ll come if Selene is allowed to dine with us,” Sam said.
Selene shook her head. “Oh no, I’m not dressed for?—”
“That’s fine,” Vanthee interjected. Then she smirked at Selene. “But she’ll need to wear panties.”
When Sam bared his teeth, Vanthee tossed her hair and backed out of the room. “I’ll give you a moment to regain your composure.”
When the library doors shut behind her, Selene covered her face with her hands. “Oh god, that was mortifying.”
Sam began placing the books he had knocked over back on the table. “Don’t let her antagonize you.”
“Sam, I can’t go to dinner with your family now. I’m all sweaty and covered in dust.”
“Nonsense. You look perfect.”
Cringing, she bent to retrieve her underwear from the floor. “But I don’t know the protocol for meeting dignitaries. I can just finish up here and meet you back in our rooms later.”
“No,” Sam said firmly, stepping in front of her. “You’re the princess consort now, and I want you by my side for events like this. I’m not letting anyone keep us apart that long again.”
Selene scrunched up her face in a final, silent protest, then sighed.
“Fine.”
