I squealed as he rushed to pick me up.
He carried me straight to the bed.
His lips were already devouring mine.
* * *
Bang. Bang. Bang!
My eyes shot wide open just as a blanket was thrust over my head. “What in the—”
A large palm shoved over my mouth, smelling of cinnamon and mint leaves, smothering my words. I didn’t bite as instinct had me keeping my fangs out of flesh at the familiar scent. Lord Belshazzar. I was in his room, naked flesh to naked flesh. I was also sleeping on top of him.
I guess his warning to stay on the other side of the enormous bed after another bout of mind-blowing sex hadn’t worked out so well.
A mere second later, the creak of a door echoed inside his bedroom. Then the guard I had spoken to before entering his room, stated, “My apologies, Lord Belshazzar. But the other Overlords are outside your room waiting for you. There’s cause for an emergency.”
Furious voices could be heard in the hallway.
I stayed completely still. It was the Overlords.
“Just let me in there, you goddamn jackass!” Lord Pippin snarled. “Step out of my way. Now!”
Lord Belshazzar’s chest rumbled under my left ear as he barked, “I’ll be out in a minute. Shut my door.”
The door snapped shut. The voices disappeared.
When no other noises flittered in the air, I carefully removed the lord’s hand from my mouth. I whispered, “You better go.”
“Fuck, I smell like you. I need to take a shower.”
I pulled the blanket down from my head and peered into his eyes through the darkness. “I’ll take that as a compliment, my lord. And thank goodness you’re fast.”
His fangs flashed in his grumpiness.
But he was suddenly gone from underneath me.
“Oomph!” I groaned as my body hit the mattress. I shouted from the bed, “Not nice!”
The water started in the shower. “And I told you to stay on the other side of the bed while we slept!”
My lips twitched. I knew he’d mention that.
Thirty seconds later, he ran into the bedroom. Butt naked and dry. How he managed that…no clue. While he rifled through one of his chests of drawers, my eyes caught on an image I hadn’t noticed before.
I blinked. “Nice tattoo.”
It was on his right hip.
The royal seal. Two swords and the crown.
He hopped into a pair of white boxer briefs, tight and snug against that magical cock. Not looking at me, still focused on his choice of clothing, he mumbled, “If you become queen, you’ll have your own too.”
My brows puckered as I snuggled further under his blanket. His bed was better than mine was. It didn’t surprise me. I asked, “Does a druid spell it to stay?”
He nodded once, almost finished dressing. “Yes, we have one we trust.”
“Hmm.” I cleared my throat. “Should I worry about whatever emergency is happening right now?”
