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“Likely, yes.” And I relay to him how Eleanor’s ability to shield her thoughts from him makes her uniquely suited to him. “But he wants to get to know her first.”
“That seems sensible.”
I chuckle. “I know, right? Now if she could just talk her mothers into backing off with the lava flows and firecats.”
Justice’s eyes are full of wonder as we pass by Wakerobin Village, with its busy taverns and meeting places. “I can’t believe I’ve never come across this place before,” he says. “I’ve been on so many hikes around here.”
“People from outside our realm are only able to visit it if they know of it and intend to come here. Otherwise, they get routed around it.”
“That makes sense. I was looking for the fae, but that’s not the same thing.”
I shake my head. “Their world is very different from ours.”
Justice continues to be fascinated as we walk into the castle, still hand in hand. The bear guards greet us, and Justice addresses them directly. They’re startled that he can talk with them, but they take it in stride.
I give him a quick tour, although we don’t run into my parents.
“And this is my suite,” I say shyly.
He whistles. I look around, trying to imagine seeing the space for the first time. My wood-paneled bedroom is spacious, and it has a western redcedar growing in the middle of it. Tapestries on the walls depict the local animals of the forest. And to one side is my canopy bed, with dark green sheets and a fluffy, down-filled duvet.
Justice walks around, inspecting everything. There is a wardrobe. A standing mirror in an ornately carved wooden frame. An attached bathroom. And an area to sit and read, with a bookcase and a comfortable chair. A large window looks out into the forest. Birds fly by outside, and a squirrel hops onto the sill to chatter at us. I wave at him. He waves back, takes a nut from a feeder, and scoots.
Justice gives me a crooked grin. “Do we have time to mess up your sheets before dinner?”
I step forward and kiss him, unfastening his jeans. “Absolutely.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
JUSTICE
I felt drawn to Kalle from the first time I saw him, but this pull, this connection, this need to be with him, touching him, even just looking at him … is ridiculous.
But, like, I’m not going to question what I’m feeling. I’m ready to wallow in my new boyfriend—and drown in the thrill that word gives me.
Boyfriend. The prince is my boyfriend. I’m living in my own fairy tale, in this natural-feeling bedroom sheltered by a tree’s branches.
“Kalle,” I whine, “get naked.”
He chuckles and bounds over to lock the door. We strip quickly, kicking off our boots and racing to his bed. The soft sheets are cool against bare skin, but we’ll be heating them up soon enough.
Our bodies collide, and everything feels right. His warm skin, his woodsman scent, his soft hair and hard body. I run my fingers through his light chest hair. Our legs tangle in the sheets. All I can focus on is my lover.
I start on top, straddling him; then he flips us to brace himself over me, his hands on both sides of my face in thatcaring gesture I’ve come to recognize as his way of assuring himself we’re together.
We kiss and kiss, and as our cocks harden, we rut into each other.
“Fuck,” Kalle growls. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Need, such overwhelmingneedwashes over me: urgent, demanding, and all-consuming. I can’t even articulate what it is I need, excepthim.
“Let me suck your cock,” I whisper, gripping his ass and trying to pull it toward my face.
He kisses me again and then eyes me closely. “You want me to fuck your face?”
“Firecats, yes.” I’m starting to curse like him.
“Gods, that’s sexy,” Kalle mutters, and I’m not sure whether he means my words or my desire. Either way, I win. He moves up my torso, gently feeding his dick into my open mouth.
