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He said he didn't have any fae magic in the menagerie, but he still rolled us over so that I was straddling him, my ass still clenched around his cock, without losing a beat. He thrust up into me, and I moved with him, rolling my hips until I found the perfect spot and angle I craved.
"That's it," Doyle said. "Use me to take your pleasure, mionblath. You are so beautiful."
I'd never been called beautiful, or anything close. People often complimented me on my style or my business sense, but they never really saw me. Doyle had seen me at my worst when I first arrived and at my best in the tiny moments when we shared laughs over books, but to say I looked beautiful in this moment, while I rode his cock for the first time … I didn't care if I never went home. I wanted to keep doing this forever.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
DOYLE
The longer Ilay on my back beneath Parker, the more my wings cramped. I needed to move, but I didn't want to alarm him. He'd asked me if we could have sex standing up, and it sounded incredibly appealing, especially to my wings. They'd vibrated wildly at my sides from the moment I'd landed on them, and Parker had begun his beautiful undulations above me.
"I need to move," I whispered.
Parker stopped moving and leaned closer to me, moaning when my cock pressed against his prostate.
"Hang onto me."
He dropped to my chest and folded his arms around my neck, giving me room to lift us both and crab crawl to the edge of the bed. I grabbed onto his ass and held him to me, making sure my cock didn't slip out as I got my feet under us. Then, I strode to the wall, planting him against the ancient fabric wallpaper covered with landscapes from the light court.
"Good?" I asked.
Parker nodded and wrapped his legs around my waist.
We moved together in the timeless dance. Time and space blurred. I didn't know where his body ended and mine began, or whose pleasure was closer to peaking. I hovered on the edge, notknowing what I needed to drive me over until Parker cried out and his cock jetted without a touch. His ass clenched around me, and I almost dropped him as my knees locked. I shoved an arm beneath him to hold him in place as the stars erupted behind my eyelids and the room spun around us.
"Gods, you're wonderful," I said as I lowered Parker to the floor. The bed was only a few steps away, but I knew my noodle-limp legs couldn't carry us. I pillowed his head with my arm and kissed the corner of his mouth, not wanting to come between him and his desperate gulps for air.
"You're the immortal sex god, Your Highness." Even in his blissed out and breathless state, he had the gall to mock me.
"I'm no god." Not even my grandmother could claim that status, though some of the light court spoke of her as though she were. I kissed his forehead. "You can stop calling me Your Highness now."
I gazed down at him and loved the warm feelings reflected at me in his sex-blissed haze. He looked so peaceful and happy, though his back would hurt if we stayed on the floor too long.
When I was certain my legs would support us again, I lifted him up and carried him to the shower. He still looked dazed, but he came around in the warm water.
I lathered a washcloth and ran it over his back, enjoying how our scents mingled, even after we were both clean.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"For the sex? You don't have to thank me."
"For taking care of me," he said. "I didn't know what Bret had asked of you, and I resented him for shoving me into the portal with you, but I'm so glad I'm here now."
I couldn't argue with that. I only worried our picture of domestic bliss wouldn't last.
I didn't havea calendar in my enclosure. Time meant nothing here. The fae outside my enclosure would wake up from this dream as though only one night had passed. Meanwhile, I'd been here for eons.
I didn't even have an object sharp enough to tick off the days I'd been here. Thank goodness for that. I would have covered my glass walls with archaic scratches by now.
I only knew the passing of weeks from Chani's visits, and the changing phases of the moon marked the months. Years became centuries became millennia, and nothing in the menagerie changed.
I ate my three meals a day like clockwork. Mother continued to occupy her bench for viewing hours each day. Horace and his children conversed in their sign language afterward.
Parker had changed everything for the better. Even the same old books became new when he asked questions or snarked about the characters. The same bland meals were more palatable when paired with interesting conversation.
This month mattered more than any before. As the moon phase waned and then waxed toward the full moon again, I dreaded Aidan's meeting with my grandmother. She would recognize the sign of fated mates. Even if I refused to mark Parker as mine, our bond had crystalized into a shard that stabbed me in the heart with each beat.
