Page 97 of Cursed Heirs

Shit.This wasn’t good.

I sucked in a breath and focused on my surroundings.

The black and charcoal-gray jagged rocks both below in the ravine either side of the stone bridge I was standing on and via the mountains surrounding the area. I looked up at the palace in the near distance, the glowing black and silver majestic structure with a shitload of spikes.And high on top at its jagged peaks were four gargoyles now in their resting state.

Yeah, we were in the Dark Fae Realm.

Me, X, and Ore.

Saryan had needed to get back and deal with the fallout of Constantine’s invasion. And Orpheus had needed to go with him, as Prince, too. He’d clearly wanted to as well to make sure his father was okay. He was constantly ingesting more black magic through the spell he’d done on Alena to siphon it from her. The more she fought against the infection, the more black magic that infused him, and so far it had been a great deal.

She still hadn’t made contact, though.

She hadn’t come back to us.

It had been two whole fucking days since we’d seen her. Well, kind of seen her—in her mind and all that.

The magical know-it-alls of Orpheus and Xavier had told me over and over that it could take time for her to break free enough to come back to reality and to herself.

The thing was, I was getting to a state of beyond reason now.

As I walked inside from taking everything in and hanging out with the gargoyles while Orpheus was meeting with the Dark Fae High Court alongside his father, and X was taking a call with his dad, I caught sight of a couple of the members walking about, meaning their meeting was finally over.

After two long hours.

At least I’d had a lot to keep myself busy. Before hanging with the awesome gargoyles, I’d been given a tour by a couple of the staff. I’d never been here before. I’d only ever met Saryan when he’d come to Electi Academy a couple of times.

The place really had a dark beauty to it.

I ventured further into the palace until some interesting sounds caught my attention, coming from the room I now knew to be the library.

Grunts and groans. Sounds of pleasure and play.

Mmm.Sounded like a great distraction to me.

I made my way over there.

The door was ajar.

Even hotter, because it suggested whoever was messing around inside had been far too eager to even manage to lock—or even properly shut—the door. That suggested some intense passion.

I employed my phoenix stealth and slinked in through the small gap.

And my breath caught in my throat.

Oops.I probably should’ve kept on walking.

Because there, lounging back in one of the oversized black leather armchairs a few feet from a row of floor-to-ceiling bookcases was Saryan Hart.

His pants were down to his ankles, his thighs spread wide as none other than Professor Edgar Marlowe knelt between them taking the king’s cock down his throat.

“I’ve missed you too,” Saryan groaned, softly caressing Marlowe’s hair.

I started. It wasn’t just fucking around then. No, there was some real intimacy between them.

Marlowe was stroking Saryan’s thighs, feeling him and reveling in it as he devoured his cock like he couldn’t get enough… and like he was making love to it with his mouth.

He eased off for a moment and licked up the shaft, telling Saryan in between, “I was sick with worry for you. Don’t ever do that again, going out there on your own half-cocked.”

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