Page 87 of Savage Guardian

“I’m thinking we take this celebration to my room, where I can worship my fairy queen the way she deserves.”

She groaned, melting into him.

“Only if you let me worship you back.”

Fae snuggled into the big, warm body behind to her, and sighed. Parts of her were deliciously sore, and other parts of her were limp as noodles. She supposed that making love five times with a virile, sex god like Hawk would turn anyone into satiated mush.

No, not just anyone. Me. His mine. He chose me. And I’m his.

Hawk began to stir behind her. His chest to her back, his thick, muscular arm looped around her belly. She could feel his cock hardening against her ass.

She wiggled, helpless in her need for him to slip inside her again. He’d turned her into a sex addict—good thing he was the medicine!

“Hmmm, does my siren want me to fuck her? Is your pussy greedy for me, baby?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy. Like if morning sex was a sound. He nuzzled her neck, his beard brushing over her skin, the coarseness making goosebumps rise along her flesh. She shuddered, her nipples turning to distended points. Hawk cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple.

“God, yes, Hawk,” she mewled.

He chuckled, kissing her shoulder, then behind her ear. The hand not cupping her breast slipped down the curve of her belly and into her hot, wet, aching sex.

“I’ll give my queen what she wants…” he rasped, thrusting his dick into the valley of her ass cheeks. She gasped, moaning.

“Please…” she pleaded.

And he delivered.

The second time she woke up, it was because of the shrill sound of Hawk’s cellphone.

Cursing, he rolled over and grabbed it from the bedside table.

He answered, “This better be fucking good.”

She giggled at the gruff displeasure in his voice. Her man was not a morning person.

“Yeah? No shit? No, brother, I’ll tell her,” Hawk replied before hanging up.

“What was that about?” she asked, bracing herself on her elbow to lean over him, her nakedness not bothering her in the least.

Hawk cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her face lovingly.

“That was AFK.”

“What did he want?” And why did Hawk say he would talk to her? If she was the “her” they were talking about.

“Well…this last week, after all that shit about Carrie came out, I knew that for you to keep your career as Aoibheal, we’d have to do something about the nasty taste Carrie left in everyone’s mouths. All those social media posts, comments, and trolling were tanking Aoibheal even before you had a chance to release your album.”

Sour bile pooled in her mouth. “What’s there to do about it, Hawk? Aoibheal is dead.”

In a blink, she was on her back, and Hawk braced over her, staring down at her, his face tight with anger.

“No fucking way was I going to let Carrie and Jimmy ruin something as amazing and beautiful as Aoibheal. So, I talked with AFK, and we came up with a plan. AFK worked his interweb mojo and flooded social media and blogs with Carrie is an imposter, Carrie is a thief, Carrie is a liar hashtags and clickbait. Wherever those previous posts were, he made sure to spam alternate information, so Carrie came out looking like the bitch she was, and Aoibheal comes out smelling like roses. So, if you want to continue your anonymous life as Aoibheal…you can.”

Speechless, Fae stared up into the eyes of the man she loved, the man who had proven his love and loyalty to her in a way she would never recover from.

“You did that? For me?” she choked, tears sliding down her cheeks and into her ears.

He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. “I would do anything for you,mo chuisle mo chroi.”

With a surge of love so strong it lit her on fire, she pulled Hawk down into a kiss that scorched the bed.

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