Page 22 of The Crowned Fae Queen
Steam billows, water cascades into the white porcelain tub. It reminds me of my breath in the woods. It reminds me of the hot spring that houses the witch.
“This is why you need to relax, Syren.” King Iri folds his arms, watching me. “Your mind is always racing.”
I sigh. “Which is why I need to be productive, get things done, and my mind won't be racing anymore.”
With two hands, Bear gathers the hem of my shirt in his hands and gently pulls it over my head. His pointer finger trails down between my breasts and over my torso, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps and a growing desire. Nimbly, he undoes my trousers, kneeling to the ground as he pulls them down.
Heat hits me just above my pubic bone as he presses a fiery kiss to my skin. One steady hand holds up the necklace. “So, your mother is a witch?”
“I thought you didn’t want my mind to race?”
“We will work on that magic of yours and see what you can do.” He sets the necklace carefully on the ground next to the pile of clothing. “Tomorrow. We haven't the time today.” The muscle of his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug.
A cold, unseen breeze swirls around my body, despite the heat of the bath and my spouse. My nipples peak under what little clothing remains.
I still as Bear hooks his thumb into my panties and tugs them down my legs. Rough calluses scale my skin, his touch warming my body as it travels up my legs, stomach, and curls behind my back. One flick of his hand and the bra strap opens up.
His smile is gone now. Only awe and love reflect in his eyes as the last of the material falls away, and he lets his gaze drift over my curves.
“Get in,” he finally says, his voice lowering an octave that shivers all through me. Crashing waves of sexy tingles just because of his voice alone.
How does he do that?
“Are you getting in with me?” I purr, brushing past him. The water is hot, making my skin red as I slip one leg in and then the other. The heat doesn’t bother me. Anything to make me forget the cold of my travels tonight.
Quietly, Iri turns the faucet off. He remains somber and humorless, his hands undoing the buckle of his belt.
Something in the sound of the buckle falling to the floor makes the air tense with longing. An eager anticipation in the beating of my heart travels down to settle greedily between my legs.
Bear steps in behind me, gently placing his legs on either side of me. Water settles around my breasts, hardly hiding the view. Calescent liquid drips down my back, the gritty texture of a sponge gently exfoliating against my neck.
The long strokes of the sponge stop, a kiss pressing in the crook of my neck. I press my lips into a line and close my eyes. Contentment is a funny, fleeting feeling. Yet I could lay with this man even after this water goes cold just to enjoy his touch.
He leans closer, dropping the sponge and pressing his chest against my back. His want presses against me, too. Hard and throbbing.
“I still have one thing left todoon my to-do list.” Each world rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my back.
I lean into him, dropping my head back and letting my arms arc up and reach behind me to tangle in his hair. His big hands wrap around my rib cage in a possessive way that makes my thighs shift together hard.
Outside the bathroom, the bedroom door bursts open. A voice calling out tentatively. “King Iri, I apologize for the interruption.” The guard remains out of view.
We both tense but never release one another.
“This better be life or death,” Bear growls almost violently.
“There is a rebellion outside the gates that is growing out of hand. Mathis said to fetch you so it could be dissolved before it becomes a bigger issue.” He pauses. “I’m very, very, most sincerely, incredibly sorry for the interruption.”
“I bet you are,” Bear mumbles from under his breath before slowly lowering his hands from my body. He stands, water dripping down him, trailing over all the places I wish to be touching. His cock remains ready, too close for me to resist the urge.
With both hands, I gently stroke against his thick, slick shaft. He groans, tilting his head back.
“Is it so urgent I must leave this instant?” he asks his man, and he doesn’t hide the irritation in his voice.
I can feel the guard’s nervousness from here. “Um...” He shuffles, a longsword knocking against armor on his leg. “Mathis said I must fetch you immediately.”
Pushing out my lower lip into a pout, I pull my hands away, crossing them over my chest. How utterly unfair for him to have readied the baking dish but refuse to cook the pie. My vagina being the baking dish, the oven, and the pie in this moment.
“I’ll send someone in to wash you.” Bear gives me a sad smile, already pulling his pants up to his waist and doing the buckle loudly.
