I piston into her, driving her toward a pleasure, which I can feel is already shaking her apart.
Our bodies are slick with sweat. She moans.
She curls her fingers into my plumage just on the right side ofpleasurepain. I throw back my head and howl.
My hips stutter, and I come.
“Alpha…” Freya arches underneath me wild in her ecstasy.
I keep holding her underneath me, drinking in how she looks. Having her to myself in bed, calling meAlpha, loving me even when I let out my dark side but still treating her as my precious Omega, is not only special to me.
It’s one of the memories that I want branded into my mind for when I am lost to the shadows.
Breathing hard, we both chuckle.
“You don’t think that oil was an aphrodisiac, right?” Freya gasps.
I smirk. “Flattering, but that was all me.”
“You surprise me.”
“I thought that was only when I do that thing with my tongue,” I reply to enjoy the pretty blush that spreads across her cheeks.
Freya mock glares at me. “Go get the bowl and wet cloth.”
I freeze.
Where is the bowl and cloth? Is it still on the desk?
If it isn’t, then I’ll give myself away that I can’t see well.
Freya rolls her eyes. “Lazy fae. Did a good fuck tire you out? Let me up.”
I roll off her, relieved and more relaxed than I have been in days, as she wanders off to retrieve the cloth herself.
Then I lose all good feelings at the startled tone in her voice.
“Have you seen these drawings?” Freya hisses.
Instantly, I sit up. “What ones?”
“I did do my spy duty and check through this desk, which is a real mess.” Freya sounds horrified. “Even though I can tell that some of the parchments are covered in hieroglyph magic, however, unfortunately I can’t read them. It is a fatal flaw in my whole spy mission.”
“Are you sounding panicked because it’s a mess? Not everyone is as neat as Aurelius,” I reply, warily.
If Freya is horrified about a little disorder, then she would have hated my army. Sometimes, our beds were no more than piles of leaves, our camps were no more than untamed glades, and our homes were the chaos of nature.
I’m all for chaos.
“It’s why I didn’t look through every single parchment,” Freya continues. “When I moved the bronze water bowl, it was leaning against this.”
I work hard not to show that I don’t know what she is clearly waving at me agitatedly. “And what has upset you so much?”
“The roll of parchments are filled with fucking nightmares.”
“We all have nightmares. Also, we are sleeping with the best assassin in the realms and not a cute bunny.”
I wince at the sharpness I can feel both whipping through the bond and in Freya’s footsteps marching back to the bed.
