I’ve learned that the Seelie can go for hours. Unlike human men, they’re multi-orgasmic, something I never got to enjoy since all of our stolen moments together were in a cell. Sure, the idea that we might get caught at any moment added to the excitement for me, but though Rys murmured he could stay inside my pussy forever, he never got the chance to prove it.
I think he’s about to make up for lost time right now. And, holy shit, I am totally on board with that plan.
He’s still rocking into me. Though I feel boneless, I can already feel my arousal returning, especially when he lifts his hand to my tit, tugging playfully on my nipple. But, first, I have to tell him something.
What was it?
Oh. That’s right.
“So, uh… unh, that feels so good… yes… just like that.” I exhale roughly. “Okay. Anyway, I was thinking. What if—”
“Shh.”
I smile. I can’t help it. “Did you just hush me?”
“Yes. I’m concentrating.”
He pulls back, leisurely stroking in and out of me. He’s still hard, and I’m ready to come again as he places a sweet close-mouthed kiss to my forehead. I feel the tingle from his lips all the way to my pussy. As he strokes back in, I clench around his length as if I can keep him inside of me forever by that alone.
I reach up, running my arms down the expanse of his tanned back. “No, seriously. But what if—”
“No,” he murmurs, arching his back beneath my fingertips, going even deeper with that last thrust. Over my moan, I hear him tell me, “Leave that for tomorrow. Let’s live in the now, my darling.”
You know what? That sounds good to me.
13
“Fifty-three,” I murmur sleepily to myself the next morning before turning from my back to my side, curling up against Rys.
At least, I thought that that was what I was doing—only no one is there. My hand closes on the rapidly cooling silk instead of the sexy fae I fell asleep next to. Sliding my palm around the empty space, there’s no sign of Rys’s warmth, either, which tells me that he left the bed a while ago.
I peek open my eyes. Yup. Except for me, the bed is empty. So is the bedroom.
Rys is gone and I have no idea where he is.
Oh, no. I don’t like that. I don’t like that one bit.
Welp, there goes any hope that I can fall back asleep. Even if I tried, I’d probably spend my time lying here, wondering where he’s gone, what he’s up to, and why he left me all alone.
I have to go find him.
For a few seconds I think about heading back to my room to grab my clothes before deciding not to bother. Rys told me that no one else lives here and, honestly, I don’t want to spend more time getting ready when I have this itch to find Rys and talk about what happened last night—and what it meant.
I don’t get it. Now that I’m awake, I can’t stop thinking about how things have changed—again—since we arrived at his home. If Rys sacrificed his fated mate to get out of Siúcra, then last night shouldn’t have happened at all, right? It’s like how the magic kept me from taking the fairy circle home. If there was no way around his sacrifice, he never should’ve been able to be with me like that. I never expected him to give him in so easily, too. But he did and, well, now I’m even more confused.
What does this all mean?
I don’t know. From the look of surprise and astonishment that crossed his stunning features last night when he entered me, I’m thinking Rys doesn’t know, either.
So, instead of sitting in his empty bed, trying to figure it out all by myself, I get up and hunt down the nightgown and panties that I yanked off last night. For now, they’ll do. I leave my bedhead just how it is, pausing only to run my fingers through the tangles.
I peek in the room Rys gave me, even though I doubt he’d be in there, and when that’s empty, I head for the steps. I can kind of make out someone talking as I walk downstairs. I follow the murmured sounds, calling out for Rys as I do.
“Oh,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest when I see that he isn’t alone. Okay, so coming down here in my nightgown might not have been the best idea I’ve ever had. Oops. “Sorry. I didn’t know you had company.”
Rys doesn’t answer me. Or maybe he does. As embarrassment washes over me, my cheeks heating up as my face flames a nice, bright red, all I’m thinking about is running upstairs again to change when Rys’s guest goes predatory still.
From his back, I can tell that he’s Seelie. He has the same golden-colored hair as Rys, long and thick as it spills down his strong back. He’s wearing a white uniform, though I can’t tell what kind from behind, and it makes his bronzed skin seem even darker in comparison to Rys’s coloring.