Orion is my literal bodyguard during court activities.
And Kieran. Oh, my Kieran. He’s the professor now. On the hidden lore of the Unseelie Court.
He won’t tell a soul how much he loves it.
“Where did you go, my love?” Orion presses a kiss to my temple. We’ve been walking back home.Home.
I still can’t get used to saying it.Home.
“I was just thinking.” I lean into him, holding onto his arm. “It’s been weeks and I’m feeling a litt?—”
All the breath leaves me as Orion flips me over his shoulder, his hand cupping my ass. “You have no idea how much Iwant the end of that sentence to go as follows,” he pauses dramatically. “Horny. I’m feeling horny. I’ll even accept randy.”
I can’t even laugh in this position, though I try.
My hair trails along the ground. Daisies reaching up to tug on the strands to see if I need help. And rushing off when they get what’s really about to go down.
“Horny,” I tell Orion.
He pauses right there on the path home. We aren’t even close.
“Orion.” I press up, knowing exactly where he is going with this.
“Do you want to run, my queen?” he asks, his body vibrating.
“No.” Running is the last thing on my mind.
“Good.” He walks over to a tree and pushes my ass against a branch. “Skirt up, baby. I haven’t had lunch yet.”
“You cannot possibly mean?—”
And there goes my dress.
“You ripped it.”
“It’s in the way of my meal.” My bare ass presses against a tree branch. “Now hold on to that branch.”
I swear a branch moves just so I can settle my torso on it.
“Now wrap those sexy thighs around my head.” I do as I’m told because I very much like where this is going. “Just like that, baby.”
He’s not quite there. His hands span my hips, calloused thumbs digging into the dip beside the bone, and even from below me I can see the strain of him—the way his shirt pulls tight across his shoulders, the bulge already obvious through the front of his pants.
Then he taps the tree.
This bitch grows until I’m now dangling.
And I’m the perfect height. Only I have to kneel on his shoulders.
“It’s a honey tree.” He laps at my pussy and I hold on for dear life.
The bark warms where I’m gripping it and the smell hits a half-second later—honey, real honey, sweet enough to be obscene given what his mouth is doing. The bark itself is smooth under my fingers, worn soft like the forest knew I’d need something to grip.
My thighs clench around his head and he groans against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core.
“Orion—”
“Shh.” Another lap. Slow. Torturous. “I’m eating. Don’t interrupt.”
