Page 56 of How to Keep a Fae

Beyond the thick door covering, I can hear footsteps and voices… grunts and moans of pleasure too.

“You do not need a shower,” I hiss.

“But I want one,” Jayga says, heaving himself off the wall and taking unsteady steps to the adjoining bathroom.

The rush of water follows.

Another curse. “Gods, this water is cold.”

“Oh, please help him.”

“He’s fine. I promise you. He has suffered worse. Besides, we both know you’d be in there like a shot the moment I released you. Much as we both enjoy fucking you while you’re all wet and slippery, I don’t think he’s up to the challenge in his present condition.”

He has a point… several, and all good ones. None make me feel better about waiting here while Jayga is hurting.

“Did you lose anyone,” I ask quietly.

“No. Although a couple are badly injured and will take more than mere healing,” he says sadly.

My eyes close against the sting of tears. Feeling his lips against my throat, I take a shuddering breath.

“Thinking of you keeps us focused,” he whispers. “Thinking of you gets us through the blood and guts. Only you. Always you.”

“Will you sanction this?”

“I will not.”

August’s words of love are forbidden. I still cherish them and store them in my heart because this might be all we shall ever have.

“Please. Encourage Jayga to come out of the shower so that I might tend and heal him.”

He huffs against my throat, then lifts his head. “Our fae queen is getting restless, Jayga. You’re clean enough.”

The water shuts off, and a dripping Jayga emerges.

His chest heaves as he sees me. His nostrils flare. And then he’s on me, snatching me up from August’s arms.

August steps back obligingly.

“Goddess! Don’t pick me up!”

It is too late. Jayga grunts as he drops me onto the nest and comes down over me, making me shiver where his cold flesh touches mine.

“I’ll go and clean up, then,” August says.

I hear the clang and clank as he removes his armor and a faint huff that reminds me he has injuries, too.

But I’m also distracted by the gleam in Jayga’s dark eyes.

Hands shaking, he pushes up the hem of my gown and parts my thighs.

“Now, that is a pretty sight,” he says thickly as the sound of running water ensues. “All slick and ready for me. Ready for anything I need.” His gaze shifts to my breasts, swollen and aching, then on to the pulse point at my throat, throbbing, desperate for him to feed.

He swallows, seeming to catch himself before his gaze drops to my pussy.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he says. “I don’t have much finesse in me today.” With a groan of defeat, he lowers his head and takes a long lick of the length of my core, setting nerves tingling to life. He groans again, burying his face against my most intimate place and feasts, humming as he laps up my healing.

My back arches up, my stomach clenching with tension and pleasure.

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