Page 91 of Faking with the Fae King

The next time I wake up, I’m curled into Severin’s side. We must have separated in our sleep, and the full sunlight streaming through the window says it’s well past dawn.

I duck under the heavy brocade comforter, sliding down to settle between his thighs. He’s erect, but the base of his dick’s no longer swollen. Do blow jobs make him knot? Time to find out—for science!

He wakes the moment I lick his length like a lollypop, hissing and throwing off the comforter. “What are you doing, my betrothed?”

I grin and wrap my lips around the thick head of his erection, fluttering my tongue.

“Did you think you could have breakfast without me?” His shadows spool outward, lifting and turning me until I straddle his face. “Much better.”

Then his tongue teases over my clit, showing me how right he is, and I suck his dick into my mouth, eager for my own “breakfast.”

CHAPTER FORTY

Severin

We laze in bed, ignoring our grumbling stomachs, neither of us wanting to get up.

Hannah lies curled against my side, head pillowed on my shoulder, her fingers tracing over the tattoos on my chest. My shadows extend, eager to caress her hand. She smiles, her cheek moving against my skin. “This is nice.”

“Nice?” I arch an eyebrow. “What a thoroughly inadequate word.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with nice!” She snuggles closer, her bent knee sliding up my legs. “What would you call it, oh wordsmith?”

“Glorious, transcendent.” My arm tightens around her. “More than I can ever deserve.”

“What?” She startles. “Why?”

“Up until a couple of months ago, I thought I served arighteous deity.” The words don’t want to come, but I force them. I’ve never admitted this next part to anyone, not even my friends. But my betrothed deserves the truth. “Once I saw the Dark God for who he truly is, I also had to reevaluate my view of myself. I realized I’d been a villain.”

She pushes up onto her elbow to stare at me. “You were following orders!”

“Is that any excuse?” I offer her a wry smile. “I certainly enjoyed the power of my position.”

“Youarepowerful.” She taps my chest. “But everything I’ve seen you do with your power is good. The revitalization of town, the beautiful gardens, even the way you take care of the tulips! Nothing’s been villainous.”

“I’m reformed. I came to Earth for a new life, a different life far from war and destruction.” My hand strokes her back. “I never thought I’d have anything like this: love, comfort, a home. I don’t deserve it. But I’ll take it and revel in it, spend every day trying to deserve you.”

“Oh, Severin.”

The love in her eyes undoes me. I’ve told her my worst, and my Hannah shows me nothing but compassion. Goddess, how did I get so lucky? I kiss her, soft and slow, my shadows coiling around her, pulling her closer.

Then a faint knock at the door makes me grin with anticipation. A half hour ago, I sent one of my shadows slipping through the palace without Hannah realizing, carrying very specific instructions, and this should be the reward.

My shadow tendril opens the door and picks up the waiting tray, carrying it in to the bedside table. The sweetsmell of pastries and spice fills the air.

Hannah sits up, tucking a sheet around her. “Is that cinnamon rolls from Cake My Day?”

“Your favorite.” I set a plate filled with one of the rolls on her lap and take another for myself, the sugar and spice of the cinnamon dancing across my tongue and making me moan.

She takes her own appreciative bite as well. “Is this what every morning’s going to be like? Treats from Cake My Day?”

“It will be if I have anything to say about it,” I growl. “I refuse to eat any breakfast not made by a brownie.”

“What about waffles?”

“They may be the only exception.” I smirk. “Trust me. You didn’t have to eat the porridge coming out of the palace kitchens, and you never will.”

Amusement dances in her eyes. “That bad?”

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