“I don't know if I can ever be prepared for that.” He slid a hand over my bare ass and squeezed.
“Don't start anything you aren't willing to finish.”
I had a second to see him lift his brow, then Taeven spun me around and bent me over the bed, making sure to keep me far enough away from the mattress so my ribs didn't touch it. He was inside me in less than thirty seconds, all slicked up from that amazing fae nectar, and a few minutes later, we were both groaning through our climaxes.
“Now I really need a shower,” I declared as I stood, his desire dripping down my back.
“You shouldn't have taunted me like that; falcons can't resist prey.” He smacked my ass, then pulled up the pants that he'd merely dropped to his ankles to fuck me.
“I'll remember that.” I smiled in a way to suggest that I'd be using it to get sex in the future.
“Hurry up,” Tae called after me. “Breakfast will be here any moment. I asked them to send a side of butter so I can slather it over your cock and suck it off you.”
Great balls of fuck!
“You know, maybe I should wait on the shower.” I turned around.
Taeven looked me up and down lasciviously. “Wait on getting dressed too.”
With perfect timing, a knock came at the door. He winked at me and went to answer it, leaving me standing with a semi-hard dick and an open mouth. Who was this guy? Butter on my cock? Um, yes, please. I'll take an extra side of that. But I didn't want to sit at a table with him naked, so I used a wet washcloth to clean off my back, then slid into one of the thick, soft robes that were hung on hooks in the bathroom. I went out into the living room to find a hotel employee setting out our breakfast on a small table near the window. He glanced at me, then did a double-take before looking back at Taeven. He didn't say anything, just finished setting up breakfast, but Tae had caught the look.
“Anything else, my lord?” the man asked.
“No, just get the fuck out,” Taeven growled.
The man paled and hurried toward the door.
“He might have just been surprised,” I said as he fled.
“No, he wasn't.” Taeven stretched his shoulders and neck. “I saw the skin around his eyes tighten. He was judging us.”
“Hey, that's what people do; they make judgments. Who gives a fuck what he thinks? It's his actions that matter, and he didn't do anything horrible.” I laid a hand on his arm. “Don't let your assumptions ruin our morning.”
I felt the tension drain out of him as he smiled at me.
“You're right. Sit down; let's eat before it gets cold.”
There were pancakes, cheese omelets, fresh fruit, juice, coffee, biscuits, and jam. Oh, and butter. I grinned broadly when I saw the bowl of whipped butter next to the jam.
Taeven caught my look and grinned back. “We'll have to be sure to save some of that.”
“I'd recommend that you use the jam instead; it'll be sweeter.”
“And stickier.” He shook his head. “A little sugar sprinkled over the butter will do the trick.”
“Yeah, it seems as if you have lots of those,” I muttered, suddenly wondering who had taught him to butter a man's dick.
Taeven went silent while he poured coffee for both of us. Finally, he said, “I've had many lovers, Shane. Too many to count.”
“Fantastic.” I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for sharing.”
“And I barely remember them,” he continued, giving me a stern look for my interruption. “I can recall the names of those who died the night you saved me and a few who were my friends before we became lovers, but other than them, the people I've bedded were inconsequential. Merely a good time. A release of tension. You, however, are burned into my memories forever. You mean something to me. Yesterday, I connected with you in a way that I never have with any of my bed partners. So, forgive me if, now that you've succumbed to my seductions, I employ some tricks to keep you.”
I went liquid and sort of melted into my seat. “I feel the same,” I whispered. “I mean, not about the tricks and lovers thing, but yesterday. It meant a lot to me.”
“I assumed it did.” He grinned. “You went from pushing me away to opening your arms. Or rather, crossing them behind your head.”
I laughed, then shook my head as it reminded me of our lovemaking. “That was the first time I've laughed during sex.”
