Page 50 of The Fae Menagerie
"That was before."
"Before?" The shared orgasms must have fried my brain. I couldn't remember anything significant between the shower cleaning and the mind-blowing sex.
"I cleaned it because I thought this would never be an option."
I lifted my head to catch his expression. His usually guarded emotions were laid bare as they danced across his expressive features. No wonder Prince Drummond, and others before him, had fallen for Doyle after they'd had sex. In a state of bliss, he looked completely sated, relaxed, and a little vulnerable.
"And now you want the entire room to stink like me?"
He snorted a laugh and shifted us until my cheek was flat against his chest in a drying puddle. "If I had my way, we would fill the entire enclosure with your sweet ambrosia. I would milk your cock onto every piece of furniture I own."
"Even the viewing couch?" I didn't think I was an exhibitionist, but my cock perked up when I imagined it. Only at night, when the menagerie was empty, of course.
"Especially the viewing couch. We'll give Mother a show."
Doyle picked me up like I weighed nothing, and I squawked. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me to the bathroom. He sat me on the ancient-looking toilet while he turned the water on. Then, he licked every bit of sticky, drying cum from my body. When he kissed me, I could taste both of us on him, and my cock stirred again.
When we showered, it was my hands around our cocks, the smooth glide of soap, and the rub of his foreskin along the underside of my cut mushroom head pushing me over the edge again. Doyle arched up on his toes as he came, his wings banging against the shower wall and the curtain as they involuntarily twitched with him. I hadn't noticed it when he was on his back.
Once we were clean, Doyle handed me a towel, always my perfect gentlefae. My mind wouldn't stop whirling through new possibilities I'd never considered. I hadn't watched much porn, but now I wished I had, so I would know all the different ways people could have sex.
"Can you fuck me standing, like this?" I wanted that.
Doyle groaned and took my wet towel from me, hanging it on the back of the door. "Gods, Parker, we need to get to sleep sometime tonight."
"I didn't mean now!"
"How am I supposed to sleep?" he muttered. "I'll be too busy thinking about it."
My active mind quieted only when Doyle wrapped himself around me in the middle of his bed. I sighed and snuggled back into the cocoon he'd built for me. My partners had always liked that I was shorter than they were. Now I could see why. I fit perfectly beneath Doyle's chin. My back melded against his chest. His soft cock fit neatly between my ass cheeks. He covered me with his arm and a wing. I'd never felt safer.
I heard warning bells in the back of my head, insisting Doyle was a player who would use me and leave me. He couldn't go far. We were both trapped in this enclosure. If I wasn't his fated mate, if this wasn't love, we could remain here for the rest of my days. I was willing to take that chance.
Chapter
Eighteen
DOYLE
I wokethe next morning as though from a dream, a beautiful dream where Parker and I had shared mutual orgasms and he'd fallen asleep in my arms.
Except it wasn't a dream. I curled around his toasty warmth, and his firm ass smashed my balls. Not in a good way.
I tried not to wake him as I adjusted myself. I should have gotten up, but I didn't want to end the illusion just yet.
Last night had been a gift. If Parker was anything like me, or who I had been in my youth, he would wake up, freak out, and demand that I never touch him again.
Grandmother had warned me. One day, she said, my fated mate would sneak up on me, same as hers, and I would be stuck with them forever if I wasn't careful. The fear she instilled ran deep, especially since I'd crushed on everyone in my youth. I fell too hard, too fast, too soon. Every teacher. Every trainer. Every kind of fae imaginable, even the strange shadow creatures of the night court.
By the time I'd dated Prince Drummond, I'd known exactly what I was doing. I led him on, I enjoyed some great sex, and then I turned my back on him the moment it felt like too much.Too domestic. Too homey. Too much like the closeness that had developed between Parker and me over the last few months.
I'd never wanted this before. Why did I want it now? Had prison changed me that much? Was I so starved for affection I would risk my heart on a human who could die at any moment?
Where had that pesky thought come from? I wasn't risking my heart. Not a chance. I didn't love Parker, and he didn't …
What if he was demisexual and this newfound attraction was because he'd developed feelings for me?
That thought urged me from my comfortable position in my warm bed. In my absence, Parker groaned and tucked himself around a pillow.
