Page 118 of Blood of the Fairest

Dripping from my chin. Running down my throat. Flavoring our kiss with mint and blackberries as we tangle in this bed again, sweating and gasping as he uses his big hands to press my knees to my ears and pounds me with that thick cock, moaning and fucking me harder until⁠—

"The Privy Council will arrive soon."

At the sound of Eris's voice in the mirror, I yank my hand away from between my thighs where I was starting to rub myself through the nightgown.

Now that I know Eris isn't a non-sexual spirit, it feels wrong to flick the bean with him watching.

And I do mean wrong in the fun way, because the thought of putting on a show of self-love for that ethereally handsome iridescent Adonis to get off to is…hot.

Really, really hot.

Bad Verena. Stop fantasizing about fairytale men before you do something stupid.

I sit upright on the bed. "Please tell me you just barely materialized half a second ago."

"I just barely materialized half a second ago."

"You haven't been standing there for a couple of minutes, watching?" I squint.

Eris shakes his head, appearing perfectly innocent—until his opalescent gaze gives him away, flickering to my rumpled skirt for a millisecond.

Yep. He definitely saw me starting to get horned up.

"Damn you, Beetlejuice. Tonight, I'm covering that mirror to get a little me time in," I grumble.

"Or you could simply have Wulf satisfy you."

"We've established how wrong that would—wait, why are you suggesting that? I thought you…you know." I gesture between us before finishing lamely with, "Kind of might have a thing for me."

"There's no kind of or might about it," he says firmly, pinning me with a look that makes my stomach spin like a drunk ballerina. "But what does that have to do with this? I want you to have whatever you need, including pleasure. And while I'm stuck in this mirror, I trust no one but Wulf with you."

"Now might be a good time to remind you that man tortured me."

"Unwittingly, and he's atoning for that mistake with a lifetime of servitude," he shrugs. "As I see it, Wulf's magical pledge makes him the safest person you can possibly be around, in bed or otherwise."

"You're serious? You want me to fuck Wulf?" I clarify, sure we're miscommunicating somewhere.

"So long as you leave the mirror uncovered."

What a sneaky, kinky voyeur.

Not that I can call him out, since I've been having the same pervy thoughts.

I shake off that tempting idea and get off the bed, needing to get back to reality—or whatever this world is.

Turning the makeshift mannequin I adjusted to Anika's specifications, I show off the finished dress with a dramatic flourish.

"What do you think?"

Eris traces my outline through the glass. "I think I would enjoy seeing it on you."

"It's for Anika."

"And I'm sure she's lovely in her way, but if you want my raving review, allow me to imagine it clinging to your body instead. I could write poetry about a dress made of filthy sackcloth, so long as it's you who wears it."

Wow.

I guess since the cat's out of the bag, he's going all in. Which means my poor, weak self-control stands even less of a chance.