“We should cash out now,” I said to Timur quietly, “before they change their minds. Remember, it’s now three times the double amount. We really made a killing tonight, didn’t we?”
Twelve
Elaine
It turned out to be one freakishly expensive orgasm for the lords. But they didn’t seem to mind paying the crazy high price.
Lord Arnaf and his friends had to collect every gold coin that they had in their tents. And when that still wasn’t enough, they tossed their precious hair clips and rings into the bag with our payment. And yet, Lord Arnaf already tried to book another appointment with Timur, demanding “the same kind of experience.”
Timur wouldn’t commit to another appointment without my approval, however. And I was too flustered at that point to agree with selling my orgasms on a regular basis.
“We’ll see. I’ll let you know,” I replied evasively.
I didn’t regret what happened. But I had been too caught in the moment, too focused on Timur’s touch and my feelings for him, I still wasn’t in the right state of mind to make any business decisions.
My body still felt warm and languid when we left Lord Arnuf’s tent, my belly was full, and I was ready for a nap. I wished I could climb onto Timur’s lap, hug him close, and let him carry me all the way home. But I’d refused the ride on the way here, and now it felt awkward to ask.
I glanced at Timur while walking alongside his chair. Did he feel awkward too? Now that he’d witnessed me in my most intimate moment.
He’d pulled his cloak over his shoulders again, though his hood was still off. With his right hand holding the pretty heavy bag of gold on his lap, he put his left one on the armchair, while staring straight ahead.
“I’m sorry I declined your offer to sit on your lap earlier tonight,” I started, secretly hoping he’d invite me again.
But he didn’t. He just nodded briefly, acknowledging my apology.
“It’s for the best,” he said in a strangled voice that betrayed the tension gripping his body.
“You really think so?” I blinked.
He drew in a heavy breath, finally turning his face to me.
“Elaine, with your ass on my lap, so close to my cock, I could no longer guarantee your safety.”
With a gasp, my reply stuck in my throat. I swallowed, slowly breathing through my shock. I’d never heard Timur speak like this before, so frank, crass, and…hot.
“Yourcock?” was all I could manage after a few stunned moments. “You have one?”
That was unexpected to say the least. Born without any visible sexual organs, shadow fae developed them only when they had a partner. And even then their sex was akin to a battle scene, from what I’d heard.
Worry prompted me to ask, “Are you…are you in mating fever?”
That’d be a real concern. I tried to remember everything I knew about the shadow fae’s mating fever.
Unhinged, feral lust.
No ability to think or rationalize.
Painful, burning need…
None of it sounded safe or reassuring. I took a step to the side, widening the distance between us, just in case.
Then I remembered that Timur had been free to do anything he wanted to me all the time we’d lived together, but all he’d done so far was taking care of me and, lately, giving me the best orgasm of my life.
“Isn’t mating fever what happens when a shadow fae grows a cock?” I winced before correcting myself, “Orcocks?I’ve heard you have a whole cluster of them.”
He smirked, not meeting my eyes. “You forgot, my sweet, that there is very little left of a fae in me.”
I bit my lip.
