Page 65 of I Destroyed the Elf Prince's Harem

My mouth fell open on a silent gasp as I turned toward the speaker. His voice grew louder as the queen and her companion came up the stairs behind us. Nylian slapped his hand over my mouth to keep me from giving away our position. With a fistful of my shirt, he dragged me away from the upper railing and into the shadows of the queen’s private floor.

I could still hear Sumina’s derisive snort. “Like anyone believed he wasn’t fucking that human.”

That bitch!

Thankfully, Nylian kept a firm hold on me, stopping me from giving her a piece of my mind. The sexy elf prince wasn’t fucking me. I suspected that he very much wanted to, though.

Besides, her icy self was probably jealous that she didn’t have someone as sexy, brilliant, and caring in her life.

I was still telling Sumina off in my head when Nylian pulled aside a thick, dark-navy velvet curtain and shoved me inside a shallow alcove. As the curtain closed behind Nylian, I glimpsed a broom, a bucket, and some cloths that were likely for cleaning. This was a niche to storing servants’ cleaning supplies away from the sight of the queen and anyone coming to petition her.

Sigh. We were in a fancy broom closet.

“Has there been any news from General Luvon?” Sumina demanded, her voice growing louder as they approached our hiding spot.

“Nothing yet, I’m afraid,” her assistant answered. “Are you sure this isn’t the doing of the Edros royal family? There have been plenty of whispers about that prince hating Wolfrest and wanting to seize the farmland they’d lost to the elves centuries ago.”

The dismissive sound from the queen dripped disdain. “The humans of Edros are useless. If they had any chance of doing something effective against Wolfrest, they wouldn’t have lost that section of land in the first place.”

I stiffened, my breath trapped in my lungs. It sounded like they were standing right outside of the curtain. My heart hammered, and I prayed they wouldn’t hear it. Elves were supposed to have heightened senses compared to humans, but not that good, right?

“Lockeheim is the only country with a long and lurid history in the cultivation of poisons. Someone got them involved in this matter.” She sounded thoughtful for a second before the hard soles of her shoes clacked on the floor again, moving away from us. “Send another messenger south to Luvon. I want to know who poisoned the Wolfrest prince. In the meantime, have the servants continue to watch Prince Xeran’s movements and make sure he stays happy. While we’re a step behind someone else in destroying Wolfrest, we can still use the prince as leverage. If he causes problems, grab his pet and lock him up. Maybe even cut off a body part to show Xeran he needs to take this more seriously.”

Oh, we were getting the fuck out of Ulmenor. I wouldn’t let anyone slice bits and pieces off me.

Nylian also seemed less than thrilled with the queen’s plans. His hands tightened on me and his body shifted so that more of him was standing in front of me, as if he meant to act as a fleshy shield. Nope, not happening. We were getting the fuck out of Dodge.

As their voices grew softer and more distant, Nylian prodded the curtain aside a sliver to peek out into the corridor. My heart raced as Nylian seized my wrist and pulled me into the hall. We hurried as quickly and quietly as we could across the floor to the stairs.

Unfortunately, the heel of my boot caught on the edge of one stair. I plunged forward, hitting Nylian hard in the back. The elf caught himself to stop us from tumbling down the stairs, but it meant he was forced to slap his hand against the wall to halt our momentum. We froze, our breaths trapped in our lungs as we strained to hear if Sumina or her assistant had heard that.

“Shit,” Nylian whispered. His fingers tightened on my arm and he jerked me forward. We raced along the stairs. I couldn’t hear anything over my pounding heart and the rub of our clothes as we moved, but I trusted his superior senses. If he believed someone was coming behind us, I didn’t question him.

On the floor that held our chambers, he pulled us along the hall but stopped and jerked me into another curtained niche. My spine thudded on the wall and Nylian’s full length crashed into me. His mouth covered mine in a stunningly deep kiss that threatened to wipe my mind completely clear. What were we doing in here?

Nylian lifted his mouth from mine only to drag it along my jaw to my ear. “Be loud, and make it convincing,” he hissed.

I nearly asked him what he was talking about when I heard the faint scuff of a shoe in the hallway outside of our closet. Someone was here. Possibly the same someone who’d been walking with the queen seconds ago. We were going to be discovered. Not good. Not good at all.

“Just couldn’t wait until we made it to our room,” Nylian said, louder this time. It was above a whisper and full of naughty taunting.

Had he lost his freaking mind?

The thought had barely crossed my mind as he shifted to slip a hand between us. Those strong fingers pressed into and caressed my cock through my pants, squeezing out a surprised moan before I could catch it. I could feel his smile against my throat as he purred, “That’s my good boy.”

Oh, I got it. He wanted to throw the person off our scent by making him think he’d caught us screwing around in the closet.

Except Nylian wasn’t willing to fake this. The elf was massaging my dick and kissing along my jaw as though his only goal in life was to make me come in my pants.

“Please…Your Highness,” I managed through clenched teeth, though I wasn’t quite sure what I was pleading for.

While my brain argued that this wasn’t real, my body had other ideas, and a rush of blood to my cock left me light-headed. Heat suffused my cheeks as I grew harder. This was fucking embarrassing. Nylian couldn’t possibly have meant to turn me on. It hadn’t even been that long since he’d sucked me off, and I was hard like an out-of-control teenager discovering all the neat things his cock could do.

“Your…Your Highness…I’m…I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to suppress my longing.

“No, my precious. No apologies. I love how you need me. Love how you trust me to pleasure you.”

It was becoming hard to determine where the playacting ended and reality began. My gaze darted to the floor, where the curtain hung about an inch above the marble. There was a faint shadow crossing over the light. Someone was standing outside the closet, listening to us. That should have had a shriveling effect on my rampaging libido, but there was something about the threat of danger mixed with the thrill of Nylian’s touch that sharpened the edge to everything.

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