Page 49 of Drama Queen

“Zephyr,” his name leaves my mouth with all the oxygen in my lungs as he sinks two long fingers inside of me. He moves slowly, almost at a leisurely pace, but that won’t do. He knows my body better than I care to admit and plays me like a fucking fiddle with his long fingers and skilled tongue. With my handsstill braced against the wall, I grind down onto his face, chasing my release just to piss him off.

I don’t need to see his face to know it’s worked. His growl vibrates through me, right to my clit, and stops my movements as my orgasm rips through me. I shout his name, uncaring who might hear.

It’s pure ecstasy, and even before I’ve had the chance to catch my breath, Zephyr reaches up, his fingers gripping my waist, and he throws me down onto the bed. I squeak in surprise, but he swallows the sound as his lips press to mine. It quickly morphs into a moan as he slams into me with one thrust, bottoming out and making my toes curl as he makes me come again.

His tongue presses into my lips, and I open for him. I’m a panting, sweaty, over-sensitive mess, but I can’t deny him. The feeling of him inside of me is so right because we were made for each other; he is mine, and I am his.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing up to his knees to stare down at me, watching his cock disappear inside of me. The metal balls of his piercing drive me high until I feel like I might shatter into a million pieces and be lost to the world. Zephyr grips my legs, tossing them up onto his shoulder and lifting my ass off the bed to bury himself impossibly deeper as he drives into me at a punishing pace.

“I love the way you grip my cock. The way you writhe and moan my name,” he grunts as I get closer to the edge, no doubt doing exactly that. “Come for me one more time. Let me serve my lady, my queen,” he demands, and that stupid nickname undoes me. I see stars as I’m hit with yet another wave of pleasure, but I feel his jerky movements and the warmth of his cum as he finishes.

“I love you, Emory.” I hear him whisper as he curls up beside me, pulling me into his chest. I’m already too far gone torespond, but he knows. It’s always been us and always will be, even if we add a few more to our bed.

Two

EMORY

The sun beats down so damnbright that even the thick trees of the forest can’t block it all.

“Damn, it’s hot,” I whine, dragging my feet as I follow Zephyr blindly. He could lead us off a cliff, and I wouldn’t even notice. I’m too distracted by the fact that I’m melting.

“How are you a half-blood if you can’t handle the sun? Isn’t half of you made for this shit?” Zephyr chuckles from ahead of me.

“Ha ha, you got jokes. If I was half naked, it probably wouldn’t be so bad for me either,” I grumble, glaring at his back.

Bad idea.

Now I’m hot for an entirely different reason as I track the sweat dripping down his back. Sweat has no right to be so appealing, especially not when I’m covered in it, but somehow Zephyr makes it look good.

He makes everything look good.

“Nobody’s stopping you from stripping down,” he says, turning to shoot me a wink and catching me shamelessly admiring his body. I quickly avert my eyes, but I know he saw. He always does, it’s kind of his job.

“I’m not going to drop into the mortal realm half-naked, Z. The point is to blend in, not draw attention,” I say, trying to bring the subject back to a safer topic.

Zephyr barks a laugh, and it rings out around the otherwise quiet woods, startling some birds that take off overhead. We stop in our tracks, pushing our backs to the closest trees to hide from view and wait until they're gone.

Everything in the courts is loyal to one queen or the other, whether it be for honor's sake or just for greed. The last thing we need is for it to get back to anyone that we're out here.

There’s only one reason anyone would go this far, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.

With our eyes on the sky, we slowly reemerge.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” I hiss, smacking his chest. The fucker chuckles, and I want to hit him again, but he’s already walking off, focused on the task at hand.

There was once a time when travel between our realm and the mortal realm was normal. We didn’t need special permission, and we didn’t have to sneak off to the edges of the Seelie court for an old abandoned door in hopes that it really was a way to travel there. Thankfully, most of the court has been around since then, even if it was nearly a thousand years ago. Growing up in the kingdom might not have always been fun for me, but it was helpful. I overheard a lot. Everyone seems to miss the time when travel was permitted and encouraged, and they’re always happy to tell of their adventures in great detail.

When I was younger, I listened because I loved the pictures they painted. The adventures sounded exciting, much better than being stuck in a kingdom with my stepmother. It wasn’t until recently that I realized just how much they had really given me. Without those stories, I would have no idea how to even begin to look for my mates.

“And you're sure this entrance is still here?” I ask as my worry eats away at me. “It’s been a long time since anyone used it. Who’s to say they didn’t tear it down?”

“Nah, it’s still there, Em,” Zephyr calls back, stopping to wait for me as he hits what appears to be the edge of what I’d begun to believe was endless woods. “A few hundred years ago, they used to have a guard stationed at it. My father brought me with him a few times when I was younger, years before I started training. But after a few people were put to death for trying to use it, everyone started to take the law a little more seriously, and it became unnecessary to waste manpower.”

Stepping up beside him, I keep my eyes forward, looking at the Summer realm before us. I don’t need to look at him. The implications are clear in his words.

He’s worried about me, and for good reason. Being royal, heir or not, won’t stop me from punishment if I’m found out. It might be enough to save my life, but we’ve both witnessed the torture that comes with disobeying the queen. Hell, I’ve been on the receiving end more than a few times.

I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from reaching for the scar on my arm as pain shoots through me, just thinking about how I got it. Now isn’t the time for that. If I think about it too much, I might turn around, and that would be worse. Ivy won’t spare me the same way my stepmother would because she wants me out of the picture and is well within her rights to challenge me to the throne. As much as my stepmother might want me dead as well, she can’t kill me. My father would never forgive her, not to mention I’m supposed to be her heir. If she killed me, it would make her look as if she bred a weak daughter.

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