Zayer and Sebastian go back and forth until Sebastian lets Zayer get him with a shot to the belly just in time for Margarite to call us to supper. As we step inside through the solarium, I hear a faint rustling by one of the potted plants and Arthur comes racing out when he sees the children.
“Girls!” Sebastian moans. “This ferret of yours is turning into a menace.”
He is. It’s freaking hilarious. The vet came the first night he was here to check him out and gave him a clean bill of health. All day yesterday while Sebastian was gone, Arthur followed us everywhere, playing with toys and scampering about.
But also making messes and getting into things he shouldn’t have. Things I’ll never tell Sebastian about because I found our family’s new pet in his study, climbing on Sebastian’s old books, which I already know from personal experience he’s very protective of.
“He might be cute, but he’s also a troublemaker.”
“Like me,” Sabrina chirps proudly.
“Yes,” Sebastian agrees though his voice is light and not at all reprimanding. “Like you. It seems your little furry friend has taken on some of your character traits.”
This morning, Arthur snuck into Sebastian’s office and interrupted his phone call with the new prime minister by making all kinds of noises and jumping on his desk. Althea had to lift him up, something she wasnothappy about, and return him to us so we could put him back in his cage for a time-out.
“I think Arthur will keep us all on our toes,” I say, laughing as he scurries up my leg and makes me hold him. He really is adorable. Cute little face and a gray and white body. And his fur is so soft.
“Because he’s the best pet ever,” Phaedra agrees. “He makes life around here more interesting and fun.”
“Are you saying it wasn’t fun and interesting before?” Sebastian throws at her though I catch the teasing in his eyes.
“It was so boring before.”
He chuckles, ruffling her hair.
“I agree with Phaedra. He’s the chaos we need to balance out all the order and formality of palace life,” I muse, since there is nothing orderly about us, at least not lately.
As we head in for dinner, Arthur playfully darts around us, weaving between our legs and eliciting laughter from all of us,even Sebastian. It’s exactly what we need between the stuff with my father and all that Sebastian is facing with this Desta nightmare.
It feels good to know that amid the nonstop challenges and changes we’ve been facing, there is still room for laughter, joy, and a little bit of chaos. Only I had no clue what level of chaos was heading our way until the next morning.
10
SEBASTIAN
Morning comes with grogginess and a headache. I stayed up for hours, much the way I used to before Bellamy came into my life, lost to my thoughts. Bellamy fell asleep quickly, a soft smile on her lips because her father had a good day and the children were happy, and finally, fuckingfinally, my queen was content.
That should have been enough for me to fall asleep as well, but it wasn’t. I ended up leaving our bed somewhere close to midnight and taking to my study, lighting a fire in the hearth and drinking crass American bourbon while staring into the flames as my mind ran circuits. I came up with no answers, but somewhere near three this morning, I sent out a text.
Me: You owe us an explanation.
I left it there and retired to bed.
Now here it is, just after dawn, and soon my day will start. A relentless cycle I can’t seem to escape, save for my children who fill my hours with smiles and my wife whom I’ll never deserve but will always be grateful for.
Especially as I feel her warm mouth on my cock, hardening my already stiffening morning wood.
“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” I murmur, pushing up into her eager mouth.
“Not a dream.” She sucks me down until I hit the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively, ripping a groan and a hard grunt from me. So much for my headache and grogginess because now I’m fully alert and feeling amazing.
“Fuuuuck.” My fingers twine in her hair, wanting to shove her mouth down and hold her there when I get a better idea. “Sit on my face while you do this.” She’s silent for a beat, not even her mouth moving. “Stand up,” I command, and she instantly obeys. It makes me harder than I already was for her.
“You’re very bossy this morning. Here I was, giving my husband a simple blow job, and now he wants me to sit on his face as I do it.”
I grin. “Do you not like that idea?” I ask, already knowing she does.
“If you want to eat my pussy, who am I to stop you?”
