Roman stabbed a hand through his hair. “What else can you do that I don’t know about?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, because I’m not using my glamour right now.”
War examined Roman from head to toe. “Yes, you are.”
“No. I’m. Not,” Roman insisted through gritted teeth. “I think I would know if I’m using my own glamour.”
War looked to Khrista, who seemed to understand his unspoken question. “I can’t see him.”
“See,” the beast shot down the bond. “You should work on your humor. This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not glamoured!” Roman shouted.
Violet flicked him on the forehead. “Do not yell at them. It isn’t our fault your magic is malfunctioning.”
“Have you heard of a royal’s magic doing this?” he asked War, who shook his head. “Fuck. Where is the rest of our staff?”
Violet crossed the room and pulled the bell pattern that called everyone to the sitting room. The others filed inside. “Is something wrong, Your Grace?” one of the men asked.
Violet pointed at Roman. “Can you see Roman?”
They turned their heads in the king’s direction. Some shook their heads, others responded, “No.”
“What the fuck?” Roman yelled again, making them jump. “Would everyone stop jumping every time I speak?”
“Our apologies, Your Grace,” Khrista replied. “It’s startling to hear your voice when we cannot see you.”
Just then, Babs ran down the hall toward Roman, clucking up a storm. The hen wasn’t afamiliar, but if her skidding to a halt in front of him and flapping her wings was any indication, she saw him fine. He bent down and picked her up, tucking her into the crook of his arm.
“Babs can see me,” he accused and lifted his gaze to the others, finding them all trying to contain their laughter.
“Who let Babs in?” Violet complained. “We had him going.”
Roman kissed the top of Babs’ head and set her down. “Is this a joke you’ve cooked up, dear wife?” Violet rolled her lips together to contain her smile. “You’ll pay for that.”
He made a grab at his mate. She squealed and took off running down the hall as the others laughed. Roman caught up to her with ease and scooped her into his arms. “Thought to trick me, did you?”
“We did trick you,” she taunted with a bright smile to rival his own.
“I’m going to redden your ass for that.” She squirmed in his arms to free herself, but he saw the desire in her eyes.
Inside their room, he kicked their door closed, sat on the bed, and turned her over across his lap. Lifting her skirt, he groaned at her bare ass. “No underwear?”
“Don’t you dare spank me,” she said with no heat.
His hand came down on her cheek with a loud slap. She yelped and struggled against his hold. “I’m sorry,” she cried, but he heard the laughter in her voice. Bringing down his hand again, she tried to reach back, but he swatted her hand away. “I said I was sorry!”
Rubbing soothing circles over the red mark he left behind, he leaned down to her ear. “Show me how sorry you are.”
He released her, and she scooted off the bed and to her knees before him. Reaching for the buttons of his pants, she made quick work of pulling out his aching cock. Without breaking eye contact, she scraped her nail across the small knot on the underside of his dick where the head met the shaft.
He hissed and jerked his hips. “Fuck, princess.”
Grinning like a cat, she lowered her head and guided the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking on it like a hard candy. He moaned and shut his eyes. If he looked at her, he’d last all of five seconds.
Violet worked her tongue around him, licking the precum from his tip. His sounds were more animal than man, and he couldn’t help but lift his hips. The wet heat around his dick disappeared and he opened his eyes.
His wife twisted her hair behind her head and tucked it into the collar of her dress. “It’s in the way,” she explained.
Leaning forward, he untucked her hair and twisted it around his fist. “Get back in place.”
