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Another wave of pheromones leaked through my pores before I could stop her, and a growl rumbled from the fae despite his attempt to suppress it.

Let me have it,Sy said aggressively.

It’d be bad to fight her now—she was too reckless.

Just don’t do anything too stupid!I warned.Stay quiet until whoever is here leaves.

Better to let Sy press against Rowan with his breath on her face. I was getting more uncomfortable in here with him by the second, and I didn’t want Killian going berserk later if he smelled Rowan on me like this.

Sy surfaced in the cramped space, and he joyfully held her to him. She grinned at him, her curvy body stretching against his.

He mouthed to her, “I miss you, little monster.”

She mouthed back, “Here I am, sugar.”

I rolled my eyes at their cheesy display, then rolled them harder when they started exploring each other’s horny bodies, hands everywhere.

The fae prince wasted no time slanting his mouth over Sy’s, completely forgetting we were on a mission!

Seriously?

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Sy

My sugar was as hungry for me as I was for him. His hard length pushed against my front, sending sparks of delight through me. I ground my hips into his, desperate for contact, craving skin on skin.

We devoured each other’s mouths, swallowing our moans and groans. Barbie strained to catch any movement from the outer study, pricking her ears like a rabbit caught in a spotlight. She remained wound tight despite having gotten laid with Killian. I didn’t bother telling her my magic had already soundproofed us—only very powerful beings could sense our presence, and those were rare enough to count on one hand.

I slid my tongue against Rowan’s, tasting him and inhaling him. His pale eyes seared with lust. My man wanted to strip me bare, and I’d made it easy for him by wearing just my usual two pieces and nothing underneath.

His hand traced down my spine, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body.

My pussy ached and throbbed with burning need. He breathed in the scent of my arousal, his hand palming my pussy roughly and possessively. A silent moan built in my throat, and I barely caught the gasp that followed when he thrust a finger into my heat.

Raw sensation flooded my every fiber, my knees buckling. He pulled me against him as I sucked his tongue, letting him know my urgent need for a quick release. Foreplay would come later, after he sated me nice and quick.

He withdrew his finger to rub my swollen clit. I whispered his name over and over. My lover smiled and hooked my leg over his forearm. As he adjusted his stance, I shifted to match him, giving him the perfect angle to place his thick crown between my plump folds.

With a powerful thrust, he buried himself in my molten core. I threw my head back at the intense pleasure. He started to move, pulling back a couple of inches before driving back in. I arched my back to take him in deeper. I’d let him do anything to me.

Waves of pleasure sparked through me as he kept thrusting into me, smooth and powerful while careful not to make a sound, which was getting harder to do as passion overwhelmed us. Barbie, the party pooper, kept running her commentary of complaints while monitoring every sound and movement like a prison guard. I was grateful my sugar couldn’t hear her snide remarks—they’d kill the mood instantly. In moments like these, I understood why so many people couldn’t stand her.

I blocked out her negative energy, losing myself in my sugar’s possessive rhythm. As he delivered another brutal thrust, his eyes darkening with unbridled lust, I bit back another moan. Staying quiet was sweet torture.

Our hearts thundered together, wild and perfectly matched. My fingers digging into his shoulders, I ground against him,chasing that delicious friction, and he reciprocated by fucking me vehemently. Oh man, I loved his cock. Loved the feel of it deep in me. My lover had the best cock ever. (Barbie, the eye-rolling drone, was doing it again.)

With his unmatched skill at hitting the sweet G-spot, my prince drove me to the edge over and over. No one else could make me feel this good.

I shuddered as waves of pleasure danced across my nerves. I fought hard not to make a sound. Rowan tensed like a bow, struggling with his own control. He adapted to slow, long thrusts to keep our coupling quieter, yet I could still hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh within the cramped closet. Our lips crashed together again, drinking in each other’s passion and hunger.

Lust energy surged between us, but Barbie lurched forward and snatched it first, feeding with her usual greed. Pleasure rocked me, my walls squeezing his thrusting length, milking his cock so hard that his face twisted in ecstasy.

His next rapid thrusts hit home again and again, tossing me into the land of no return. I came so hard that I melted against him, blissful and completely spent.

He rode through my orgasm before he found his own release, long and hard.

I grinned up at him, catching his answering smile.

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