Page 75 of Haunted Hearts

Both Willow and I turn our heads to find Theo standing in the doorway to my bedroom, his smirk prominent.

“Theo,” the warmth in Willow’s voice is hard to miss. Theo’s face softens as he gazes at her.

How could I have been so blind? It’s clear the two of them adore one another.

“Looks like you made up,” Theo notes. “Good.”

I look from him to the darkness behind him. “Did you break into my house through mybedroom?”

Theo glances at me. “I thought it would be rude to interrupt what was going on in the main part of the house.”

Willow shakes in my arms as she giggles.

“How un-king like.”

Theo’s answering grin comes quickly, “I never said I was a well-behaved king.”

“Hmm, true.” Willow shakes her head with amusement. Her hand slides up my arm to land on my shoulder. “Can we circle back around to your question? You know, the one where you asked Brock if he was willing to prove he’s willing to share.”

The amusement in Theo’s face fades as a smoldering fire lights his strange-colored eyes.

“So, I did.”

“Did you have something in mind?” Willow wiggles her hip against my pelvis.

Theo hums thoughtfully as he closes the distances between us.

“I do have something that might interest you…” he stops in front of us, taking Willow’s chin and admiring her as if she’s some sort of gem. “Come with me.”

As he steps away, Willow’s smile turns into a smirk. “Oh, I very much would like to.”

I laugh outright at Willow’s playfulness. Leaning forward, I kiss my woman along her neck.

“Hungry for more?” I ask, carrying Willow as I follow Theo into the middle of the living room.

“I can never get enough of the people I love.”

Her response, spoken with thick emotion and a sultry tone, has my dick rising sooner than I thought possible.

“Brock, take a load off. Lay down on your rug,” Theo suggests, waving in its direction.

“I know you aren’t calling me a load.”

“Never, my queen,” Theo has the grace to hold back his amusement as I set Willow on her feet.

“Smart man,” I mutter as I lower myself to the bearskin. What does Theo have in store for us? As if he can hear my question, he glances at me with narrow pupils.

“I’m not always.” He nudges his head towards Willow who stands there, naked before us with her hands on her hips. “This one here will call me out on it when I’m not.”

“Always,” she assures him sweetly.

I snort. “Why don’t I doubt that she does?”

The Fae moves closer to us, his amusement fading from his face. “Willow, on your hands and knees.”

My attention swings to my woman, who only hesitates for a beat before sinking slowly to her knees. Her gaze stays glued to Theo, amusement and curiosity shining in her eyes. She clearly has the power here. If she didn’t want this, she wouldn’t play along. Theo steps forward so that he’s standing right in front of Willow as she shifts her weight into her hands.

“I don’t know how it’s possible, my queen, but you look even more beautiful like this.” He strokes the top of her hair before he looks over at me. “It looks like you’ve made yourself a mess during your fun with your reaper. Crawl over to Brock and clean him up, Willow.”