Page 164 of A Legacy of the Light

The knock sounds again but we don’t stop, my orgasm getting closer and closer.

Another knock.

“Fuck. Off,” Tavish grumbles and flips us so I’m on my back. He positions my legs over his shoulders and thrusts into me so hard and fast that I crash over the edge almost immediately, Tavish following me and filling me with his release.

Another knock.

We both freeze on the bed, tense, when the sound of the door opening reaches us.

“Elsie?” Reyne calls, and I immediately relax.

I smother a giggle behind my hand. If Reyne walks into my room, she will have quite the sight. Tavish is still buried inside me and my legs are thrown over his shoulders, both of us panting and sweating.

“Hang on!” I yell in her direction.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, just give me a minute!” I reply.

I push Tavish with my legs and he falls back onto the bed with laughter.

I run into the bathroom, freshen up quickly, and throw on a robe before going out to meet Reyne.

When I’m decent, I open the bedroom door enough for me to slip through while keeping Tavish’s naked ass hidden.

Reyne looks me over when I step into the bright living room. My hair is a mess where it dried naturally and I look down and realize I grabbed Tavish’s robe instead of my own.

A knowing look crosses her face, accompanying her infectious smile. “The king wishes to see you.”

That dampens my mood. “Oh, what for?”

“No idea, lass.”

“Okay, when?” I ask.

“Thirty minutes.”

I nod and start making coffee. That’s enough time for a quick breakfast and shower.

“Tell Tavish he’s wanted, too,” she adds with a lift of her brow.

“I . . . umm . . . he’s . . .” I try to lie.

She steps closer to me. “How was it?” she whispers so low only I can hear her.

“Morning, Reyne,” the Seelie-in-question says from the bedroom doorway. We both snap our heads up to look in his direction. He’s clad in only a robe. My robe. Which is way too small for him. It hardly covers his torso, and the sleeves skim halfway down his forearms. And don’t get me started on the amount of leg he’s showing.

“I’ll tell you later,” I murmur equally as quiet as Reyne tries to swallow her laugh.

“Morning, Your Highness,” she replies to Tavish. “The king wants to see you and Elsie in the throne room in thirty minutes.”

“Thanks,” he says, sauntering in our direction and places a kiss on my cheek before wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“I’ll see you later then,” Reyne says and throws a wink my way as she quickly exits my room.

“Coffee, breakfast, then shower.” I say to Tavish as I hand him a mug.

“Yes, my lady,” he retorts.