Page 147 of The Fae Warrior's Queen

“We might as well.” Getting serious, she rubs my scarred knuckles. “You need this. So do I. We need each other.”

I can’t argue with that, and a bit of nostalgia sweeps over me because it reminds me of the first challenge when we enjoyed ourselves.

Oh, how naïve we were then. We were totally unaware of the hell we were facing, but I’m glad we were oblivious. If we’d known what we were in for, we probably wouldn’t have been able to let go the way we did.

We can do it again—lose ourselves in this love we’ve cultivated. At least for a little while.

I pick Ro up, and she automatically winds her legs around my waist.

Scanning the foyer for a good place to fuck, I decide on a shadowy area on the other side of the stairs.

After pressing Ro’s back against the wall, I hastily hike her skirt up. I bunch the fabric around her hips before freeing my cock.

When I hook my fingers in her panties to move them to the side, I feel how slick she is.

“Always so wet,” I praise, wondering if I can make her squirt again.

“Only for you,” she breathes out.

As she trails a finger down the scar on my face, I turn my head to nuzzle her hand. “I love you, Sunny. So fucking much.”

“And I love you.”

Putting the tip of my shaft at her entrance, I drive forward.

She covers her mouth to hold in her screech, and her eyes get glassy with bliss. Buried deep, I move inside her, rubbing her clit with my pubic bone while hitting her G-spot.

She whines behind her hand, and I pull it away from her face.

Grinning, I ask, “You want to know the best part about being ghosts?”

“What?”

“No one can hear you scream.”

Kai

We’ve just finished up a rough and fast fuck when the bell in the tower begins ringing.

Startled, Ro plugs her ears as I slip my cock out of her dripping pussy and set her down.

If the entire region hasn’t been informed about the incoming disaster, they’ll know something is happening now.

A second later, the foyer is flooded with the cleaning staff. Half a dozen of them gather by the front door to await their orders. They stand straight and still, and I’m impressed by their ability to seem so composed at a time like this.

When the doors to the dining room open, the royals dash out and split up.

Taking the divide and concur approach, the princes run upstairs, presumably to inform Torius about the plans. King Keryth and Queen Zella calmly head in the direction of the kitchen, and I wonder if they’re going to have a ‘last meal’ together. King Kirian and Queen Quinn go outside, motioning for the maids to follow them.

Looping my arm around Ro’s shoulders, I hurry us to the open doorway before we lose our chance to get out of here.

Once we’re on the front stoop, I see mayhem.

On either side of the main walkway, the sprawling lawn is full of chaotic activity.

Warriors are running this way and that. About ten portals are set up in various places, each manned by guards who are shouting the evacuation rules at the top of their lungs. Civilians are already lining up with their luggage in tow, but they’re confused as they try to figure out what they’re supposed to be doing. They aren’t trained to handle perilous situations like this.

Simply put, this is a shitty deal.

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