“Yet your father and Robin are there.”

“They shouldn’t be.”

“Perhaps love is the key to their access. I have seen your parents together. They love one another to distraction. And there’s no doubt Robin and Sophia are in love.”

“Love matters not. Magic will rule over love. Always.” She squirmed in his lap until she was in a position where she could look up at him. “Were you disappointed to find that Katherine’s child isn’t yours?”

Was he? God, no. “Not at all. If it had been, I’d have done my duty, however.”

***

He’d have done his duty. That was what a child was to him. A duty. He might have to do his duty to the one she carried. How would he feel about that? Because if the child wasn’t fae, she would be forced to abandon it to his care, along with her memories of it.

His blue eyes were bright, and they stared directly into hers. It was like falling into an open blue sky. Claire sat forward and touched her lips to his. He looked so vulnerable sitting there holding her in his lap. He’d asked her questions about her life and given her time to explain. He’d even offered to court her. She didn’t want to be courted. She wanted this in this moment. Right now.

“Claire,” he groaned against her lips. “We can’t do this.”

“Do what?” she whispered back at him. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips. His tongue reached out and touched hers, and she wrapped her lips around it and sucked gently.

“Don’t do that,” he groaned as he leaned back, avoiding her mouth. “Claire, if you don’t stop, I’ll have to have you.”

What harm could that do? She was already expecting. The only problem was that, while she could hide the pregnancy beneath the layers of her skirts during the day, she could hide nothing when she was naked. “So, stop,” she teased. Her lips tickled the side of his jaw as she kissed her way down the side of his throat. His manhood was rock hard again beneath her bottom.

Finn threaded his hand into Claire’s hair and forced her to look at him. “Don’t tease, Claire,” he growled.

“Who’s teasing?” she asked. Her hands fumbled with the fall of his trousers. They shook slightly, and he covered her hands with his.

“Stop,” he urged. But it was a weak protest. He didn’t mean it. He just did it because he thought he should.

“I just want to see it.” That wasn’t what she wanted, but it was as good an excuse as any. She worked the fall of his trousers and he bit his lower lip between his teeth, biting back a hiss of something as she revealed him to the glow of candles in the room. He was huge, and his flesh arched up high enough to touch his stomach.

She took his turgid flesh in her grip. “God, Claire,” he grunted, but he thrust against her fist.

“It’s so soft,” she breathed.

He chuckled, but it was a broken sound. “You call that soft?”

“No, I mean your skin. It’s so soft.” Her fingertips dragged across a bead of moisture that leaked from the tip and she swirled it around the purple top of his arousal. “Does this feel good?”

“If it felt any better, I’d die on the spot.”

“What you did for me, can I do that for you now?”

Finn groaned, still working his lower lip between his teeth. “You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not right.”

“By whose standards?”

“Mine?” he growled as her questing fingers squeezed his tumescent flesh.

“You don’t sound very certain.”

“Stop, Claire.” He raised his hands over his head, grasping the back of the chair. She couldn’t tell if he was avoiding pushing her away or clutching her to him.

She continued her sensual assault and his hips began to grind a slow rhythm, his manhood reaching up to greet her every squeeze.

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