The fairy hasstoppedright in front of us.With his back to us, helooksdown andundoeshis belt.Peeling the straps of his tunic off his shoulders, he letsthe garment drop to the floor before strapping his belt back on.
“There are baths on the next floor,” hesaysas he climbsthe stairs.
Neither of us move.
Taking in his well-defined muscles and godly physique, my nauseaisinstantly replaced by lust.Wicked, dirty lust thatisheightened by every centimetre I look down his body.Muscles bulge as he walks.His buttocksgrowtight as he climbs.His wings, a dull translucent shine,dolittle to hide the perfection of his ass.
They do not make men like this inBrownston.
“Fuck me,” Fabia breathes.
Oh baby.
The things I want him to do to me, Idon’teven have names for.
But they most definitely involve more thanfourtofiveseconds of action.
When my gaze trailsdown his thighs,a little moan escapes me.Dear gods,areall fairiesthis ripped?He lookslike the statue from the wedding.Oh, please let that apply to his penis too.
“Are you coming or not?”the manasks, his head never turning around to look at us.
“Not yet, but I’m –”
Fabia jabsme hard in the ribs.
Rubbing my side, I glare at her.Before Icantell her off for cockblocking mein my own mind– something sheisannoyingly good at, she pullsme forward at a ridiculous pace.With all my attention on climbing the stairs, Idon’teven get to check out his ass.Talk about a horrible start to the day.
At the top,it opens out again to a wide, circular room with an open balcony at the far end.I jerk out of her grip.Strolling over to the fairy, I roll my hips seductively.“So what should we call you other than Glorious Se–”
“You’re expecting us to climb that?”Fabia cutsin, pointing atthesheer stonewallon the other side of the balcony.
“No,” hesays, sneering over at her.“Don’t be stupid.You’ll never make it.”
Everything but my heartfreezes.Even my loins.But my heartjerkshard and then startshammering like a toddler with a drum kit.My eyes snap to Fabia.Please don’t.
“Oh?Think we’re too weak?”she growls.“Notfairyenough?”
“No,”he saysas if she’sa child wanting to enter a beehive.Iknow because it’s a tone she’s used on me before.
“They’re too smooth.No one can get out of herewithout the aid of wings,” hesays.
“See, Fabia,” I gush, turning to herto put out the fire in her eyes.“It’s nothing personal.Not a chall–”
“But even if you had wings,” he continues, speaking down his nose, “you aren’t clever enough to navigate the tunnels.
Shetakesa step towards him.“Chal–”
“You mentioned baths,” I blurt, rushing between them, breaking their line of sight.That’s what youdowith wasps; Icanonly hope it’sthe same with people.
“Yes.”Hedoesn’tlook at me, his eyes locked over my shoulder.“Although you’relookinga lot better.”
I press my hand to my head and groan.“Not really.But a bath will fix meright up, I’m sure.”Rubbing my temples, I add, “I can’t make decisions whenI’mhungover.”
Pursing his lips together, the fairygivesit a bit of thought.
Dear gods, Glorious Sex God, it’s not like I’ve asked you tomakea wand.
GrabbingFabia’s arm,Ishoveher forward.She sucksin a breath as she stumblesagainst him.Her hands press against his chest.His glorious naked chest, and for a moment, I regrettryingto saveher from herself.
