Page 78 of The Fae Menagerie
"Once in a while."
"And the swords." Two scimitars crossed above my desk. "No sharp objects."
I nodded. "You'll find a few items here and there that didn't make it to the menagerie. Especially in the bedroom."
His jaw cracked with a yawn.
"Bed. Now."
"But I want to see the rest," he whined.
"You need sleep. It's been a long damn day for you. I'm surprised you haven't passed out on me." He had taken a brief nap in the car on the way to his parents' home, but that couldn't have been long enough to counter — "You almost died on me, Parker."
Before he could argue, I grabbed him by the armpits and carried him to the bedroom, depositing him on top of the comforter only long enough to strip him to his underwear. By some miracle, he still smelled fresh from the shower, even though it had been over a day since his last one. Mother's magic, I was sure.
I slipped him between the sheets and tucked him in. I still needed to change out of my human clothes, change to my fae form, and take a quick shower before I could join him.
I wokein my favorite position, curled around Parker, my knee on his hip. One wing was pinned beneath me, but it was worth it to feel him awaken by degrees. First, he wriggled his ass against my hard cock. Then, he grabbed my arm and entwined our fingers together. I recognized it as an attempt to hold me here, to keep me from leaving him. If he still thought I could, he was mistaken.
Then, he pulled my arm tight around him. Pressing his back against my chest, he turned his head. "It wasn't a dream."
"No. You're stuck with me."
He snorted. "I thought it was the other way around. The coin disappeared, so you can't get rid of me."
I kissed the back of his neck, and he arched against me, pressing my cock between his cheeks, separated only by his thin boxer shorts.
"I never want to be rid of you, Parker Killian Patrick Moynahan. You're mine now."
"Yours," he agreed. "What are you going to do with me?"
I mouthed his nape, making him squirm against my cock the way I loved. "I'm going to kiss every inch of your body to mark it as mine, and then … you tell me. How do you want me?"
"Riding my cock while I watch your pretty wings," he murmured. "I closed my eyes last time."
"You say the sweetest things."
I flipped him onto his stomach, and he squealed.
"What are you doing?"
"Kissing every inch, starting with your back," I reminded him. He practically purred as I peppered kisses down his neck and across his shoulders. I sucked on his bare skin to the left and right of his spine, raising red marks on his skin and making him moan.
"Hurry," he whimpered.
Instead, I slowed down, taking my time licking and sucking a trail down his back. I wanted to savor every hitched breath and whimper, but his needy sounds hurried me along. I skipped past the seam of his ass to kiss the backs of his thighs and down each leg to his feet. I pressed a single kiss to the underside of each arch.
I would return to his feet later, too. Parker was a hot shot businessman now, a leader of his own app division for the casino company his dad ran. He would need lots of foot rubs and pampering when he came home from work, and I would be there to deliver.
I eased him over onto his back, and he hissed a sigh of relief. "It's about time."
I kissed his ankles, tracing over the delicate bone with my tongue and biting at it just enough to impact his reflexes.
"Stop that!" He tried to kick me, and I used the distraction to slide up his legs, gripping his thighs and taking his cock to the back of my throat in one move. "Doyle!"
I pulled off his cock with a pop. "I love the way you say my name."
"You don't mind that I don't say your full fae name?"
