King Traevon’s lips slowly curved up on one side.
He said not a word.Silent.
My king just continued towatch me.
I bowed low in a formal, perfect bow and then took my leave, silently closing his study door behind me. I turned my face to the side, where my father was hidden in the recesses of an alcove, staying in the shadows as he usually does.
Lifting a snarky white brow, I asked quietly, “Do you have something to say?”
Father stepped into the light and ran his violet eyes over my features. He smirked and whispered, “Well done, son. You’ve got your head on straight now.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking off the stress of the day. “Mayhap I have lost my mind.”
Marlon chuckled under his breath. “New love is insanity, so you aren’t too far off.” He tipped his head to the side, where my soul mate had disappeared. “He’s snooping around the corner—and I imagine preening like a peacock. Go and enjoy the rest of your day.”
I snorted and started walking toward my soul mate, saying, “King Traevon wants to see you.”
Then I turned the corner and damned near ran right into my soul mate’s solid body, catching myself against his chest. I blinked and peered up into his shifter eyes. I stared for a long moment and then grumbled, “Father was right. That threat went right to your head.”
Smug as Fae fuck shifter eyes stared back at me, a naughty smile curving his lips, as he whispered gutturally, “I know not what you speak of.”
“Hm.” I leaned up on my tiptoes, ignoring the embarrassment that I had to do it in the first place, and placed my mouth against his. I breathed against his soft, warm lips, “Let us find a bedroom to toil away our time for a while, shifter.”
The edges of his eyes wrinkled as he grinned against my mouth. “We can do that.”
* * *
“Omph,”I gasped as my back slammed against a wall—as my soul mate lifted me straight off my Fae damned feet, wrapping my legs and arms around his massive frame. Left reeling in surprise, his lips were already attached to mine, eating at my mouth hungrily. Slightly dazed, I quickly swatted out a hand and knocked the inner chamber’s door closed, mumbling against his mouth, “This is going to take some getting used to.”
“Does it bother you?” he asked before his tongue delved into my mouth again. “Being manhandled?”
“I…” I could barely think straight when he was kissing me like this. “I don’t think so?”
Bishop chuckled throatily against my lips. “Let me know if that changes.” Then the motherfucker tossed me onto the bed—literallytossing me across the roomto the mattress. I bellowed in outrage as I flopped in a graceless heap, bouncing on the damned too soft bed, while my shifter soul mate started stripping and stalking in my direction. He snickered as he asked, “Still good?”
I stared at the ceiling in shock, blinking repeatedly and trying to comprehend my new lover. I lifted a finger sharply into the air as the naked brute started jerking at my boots, shaking and jiggling my entire body like a wet rag to strip me down just as quickly. “Perhaps the bookstore merchant also has a tome onplayful,shifter sexual appetites. I may need to purchase it for future reading.”
Bishop bent over me and nipped at my side, smirking against my skin. “Sex should be fun, elf. If it isn’t, you’re not doing it right.” He continued nipping small love bites all over my skin as he divested me of my attire—astoundingly, not ripping any of them. When he leaned over me, hovering his face over mine, I was fucking breathless and pulling him closer. “See?You like it.”
“Do shut up and kiss me.” I threaded his soft black hair between my fingers and yanked his face to mine, biting his lower lip with my fangs. “I can think of much we can do that doesn’t involve talking.”
“Mm.” The shifter brushed his mouth back and forth against mine. “Like what, elf? What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’d like to taste your cock,” I mumbled bluntly—and then flipped the shifter onto his back, startling the man.But also making him smile.I stared at the grinning savage beneath me and asked, “How does that sound?”
“I’d like your tongue on me.” He lifted his right hand and gently tapped on my right fang. “But be careful with those.”
I snorted and shoved down his body, stopping to nuzzle against the soft black hair on his chest before I lowered further and gazed inches away from the biggest fucking cock I’d ever seen. Keeping the nervousness out of my gaze, I looked at him cheekily and said, “I’m good with my fangs. You have nothing to fear.”
“Let us hope so,” Bishop stated breathlessly, his shifter honey-brown eyes rapt on my mouth so close to his dick. Then he gently ran his thumb over my cheek and met my eyes, asking quietly, “Is it your first time doing this, elf? Did you ever experiment with this before?”
I instantly scowled. “Fae-spark?”
He shrugged one bare shoulder…but his lips twitched, the bastard reading my emotions through our forever bond.
I thumped my forehead on his warm hip, his skin so Fae damned hot. “Just…pretend like you can’t tell I’m nervous. Iwantto do this. I simply need to experience it a few times first.” I cleared my throat and muttered against his flesh, “And if I am terrible at it, do not say so. I will get better eventually.”
Bishop huffed softly and ran his large fingers through my hair repeatedly—and it took me a moment to understand he waspettingme. The shifter massaged the back of my skull, stating softly, “The key to it is the person giving it needs to enjoy it. So just do whatever you want,revel in it, and I’ll Fae fucking love it too.”
