Page 85 of The Keeper of the Kingdoms

He pushed his hair out of his face, droplets dripping off his chiseled body as he toweled off. “I could get used to this,” he said, noticing me.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. He wasn’t built like any fae I’d ever come across. Broad across the chest, like he was cut out of the side of a mountain. Dragons were big, but he gave even that word a whole new meaning. He dwarfed even Nyx and while I’d seen him bare plenty of times after flight, it was never like this.

This was?—

“Are you okay?” he asked, his grin coloring his voice.

“My apologies. I thought you would be finished by now.” Even with my apology, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

“I took my time letting my muscles soak after the long flight. It felt good.” He took the towel and ran it through his hair again before draping it over his shoulder, wearing that big grin.“Something on your mind, Firefly?”His words delivered right to my mind at that moment seemed far too intimate.

I wanted him out of my mind, like I feared he could read my thoughts if he stayed there long.

“Nothing.”Why did I sound breathless even in silent speech? I lowered my eyes, but that wasn’t any better. His breeches hugged his damp skin and the outline of his cock—I swallowed again.

He stepped closer, fingers brushing my elbow, sending sparks cascading over my skin. “It doesn’t seem like nothing,” he almost purred.

I pressed my eyes closed for fear I wouldn’t be able to stopmyself if I looked a second longer, but I lost the battle anyway. “Fine, it’s you.”

“What did I do?” He slid a finger under my chin, tipping it up. His beautiful golden eyes always carried joy and amusement.

It annoyed me how sexy he was. “You’re you.”

He brought his lips to mine but didn’t kiss me, and that was almost worse. He stayed there, smile in full form, breath shared between us. “And you take issue with that?”

“When you act like this, I do.”

His free hand pressed into the small of my back, bringing our bodies together. I could feel every inch of him, and he was unmistakably hard. The press instantly made warmth pool in my belly.

“What am I doing?” He gave the most subtle rock of his hips as he spoke.

I gasped, grabbing his face and forcing his mouth to mine.

He took full advantage of the part of my lips, dipping his tongue between them to taste me. A primal groan rumbled in him, and then he pulled away.

“If you keep kissing me, we won’t be doing anything else the rest of the day.” His words were more threat than promise, but oh, how I wanted them to be kept.

THIRTY-FIVE

JAXUS

Her arousal lingered in my space, driving me nearly to madness in the absence.

Every one of my thoughts were occupied by her, and I’d been left to my own devices for the rest of the morning. She went to drop the plants off with her gran and then to the bathhouse and I spent the time torn between emotions, flipping from jealousy for those in the bathhouse, and regret for letting her leave the river.

I needed to burn off this energy, but without being able to fly, I had no means to work out any of my pent up desire. Thus, into madness I sank as I paced the outdoor decks, stretched between trees outside her house.

They must spend quite a lot of time outside here for the platforms to be so extensive. But hidden, too. I wandered to an out-of-the-way deck far up, nearly in the treetops, completelysurrounded by foliage. Part of it was covered by a shelter that housed a few novels and a fireplace.

I scanned the novels, finding a surprise beloved favorite there. I was shocked this place had anything I recognized from home. As I flipped through the pages, her scent hit me. Like she’d fallen asleep reading, and the parchment had absorbed her essence. I returned it to its place and took a seat, jaw locked.

How was I to survive the rest of the day in this condition, let alone dinner?

I glanced around, sure this deck was well concealed. I needed some relief. I opened my leathers and wrapped my hand around my cock. A groan slipped from my lips in a shuddering exhale. I’d been tempted to do this in the river, but Kiera had been too close and would have heard.

I leaned back, tightening my grip. This was just the position I would love to be in with her over me, riding my face. My tongue and fingers inside her as she writhed in release. Her wetness staining my lips as she positioned herself, still quivering from her orgasm, to ride me.

My hand moved faster, the thought of her sinking onto my tip eclipsing everything else. How my cock would shift partly to stretch her wider until she couldn’t take anymore. My knot throbbing. The way she’d kiss me and taste herself there as I completely filled her, her tightness stretching around me.

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