All fatigue left him, and his head snapped back.

“Faunus, that cannot happen.”

Faunus looked down at him through the dark. “Why no?”

“Because she’s just been through hell.”

“Not because you are overprotective of her because you guided her out of that hell and due to this, you now consider her your kin?”

His kin?

Well…

“Perhaps a little.”

“Calm, bello, Saturn will handle her with care.”

“Saturn fucks like a bull,” he clipped.

Faunus chuckled before saying, “He won’t do that the first time.”

Good gods!

“He cannot court Moira,” Teddy decreed.

“I will let you tell him that.”

Teddy blew out a breath.

Faunus chuckled again, then fell forward, now trapping Teddy with his body as well as their tangled limbs.

“Sleep,” he urged.

Teddy let out another breath.

And in no time, he was asleep.

135

The Training

Queen Farah

Guest Bedchamber, Sky Citadel, Sky Bay

AIREN

I should have known my husband would not allow it for long.

And he didn’t.

No matter how much I enjoyed moving atop him with him inside me, my gaze on him lying before me, his smooth, muscled chest, his eyes a vibrant green, the vines our combined magic created snaking up the bed.

No, True did not allow this for long.

He knifed up, took my mouth, rounded me with an arm at my hips, the other hand going to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple.

“True,” I gasped against his lips.

“Mm?” he murmured, his arm about my hips taking over, lifting me and bringing down upon him much faster.

And harder.

“True,” I whimpered. “Lie back. I like to watch you as I take you.”

He did not lie back.

I cried out softly in protest as he lifted me off, shifted us, coming to his knees behind me. He grasped my hips in both hands, tipping them. Then he took his cock in one hand to guide it to me and thrust inside me again.

I arched into him, my head falling back, and he drove inside, both his hands gliding over the skin of my belly, one heading up, to my breast, one down, to work between my legs.

My hips jerked as he found my nub.

“Amore,” I whispered.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he growled.

His finger between my legs combined with his shaft there…

“True,” I panted.

“Why do you always hold back, darling?” he asked, sounding amused.

“Because…I like…how…you feel…and…I don’t…want it…to end,” I answered, my voice a staccato, each thrust of his cock pushing out the words.

“Mm,” he murmured, taking his hand from my breast to pull my hair from one side of my neck so he could run his tongue all the way up it.