I suspect this is for two reasons: He wants me all to himself and he doesn’t want too much information getting out to the rest of the palace.

Twice, Keryth has caught curious fae snooping around—one was flying outside the windows and another was lingering in the hallway. Both times, he ordered their arrest until he could question them about their motives. I thought it was a bit extreme, but his paranoia isn’t unwarranted.

The rumors in the kingdom must be rampant by now.

Keryth has told them nothing about me. The only person who knows the truth about who I am is the first soldier who visited us, and he’s loyal enough to keep a secret.

I look at my sleeping mate. The glow of dusk on the horizon casts a pinkish hue over his face. He hasn’t shaved, and his scruff has turned into an alluring beard. I wouldn’t mind if he grew it out a little longer. I like the way it feels when his face is between my thighs.

“You’re thinking dirty thoughts, my sweet,” he murmurs, his dark eyelashes fluttering as he peeks at me. “I thought it was safe to take a nap, but you’re insatiable.”

He’s not wrong. I can’t get enough of him. When we’re not sleeping, we’re making love constantly. We’ve even been eating meals with me sitting on his cock.

Since he’s shirtless, I take the opportunity to lick his nipple.

He growls, and his chiseled abs quiver when I bite down on his flesh.

That wakes him up, in more ways than one.

When he rolls on top of me, his massive cock prods my inner thigh. I spread myself wider for him. I’m sore from how many times we’ve made love, but I don’t care. It’s almost as if the sensitivity heightens the pleasure.

Keryth’s lips come down on mine, and the tip of his erection finds my soaked center.

He’s about to push forward when a loud knock thunders on the door. The boom is so loud it shakes the crystal chandelier.

Alarmed, I look at him with questioning eyes.

“There’s only one person who would be so rude.” Letting out an annoyed huff, Keryth gets up and pulls on some tan lounge pants.

He ties the drawstring, unhurried as he saunters into the sitting room to answer the door. As soon as he opens it, a man bursts in.

I hold in a scandalized squawk of embarrassment because I’m naked. The only thing covering me is the blanket. Groping for Keryth’s white button up shirt draped over the end of the bed, I yank it over my head, just in time.