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A moan grew behind her teeth, daring to escape her between kissing and the taste of his tongue. Ephram was sweet like candy. Did all Fae taste like this or just him? She’d never know because she’d never kiss another Fae as long as she lived. She didn’t need anyone else. She didn’t want them either.
Ephram broke from the kiss and inhaled deeply. “You’re wet for me.”
Not a question but a simple fact. It was true and she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to him.
“I want you.” He growled against her mouth, the vibration traveling all the way through her until she was trembling under him.
“We can’t,” she said. Someone had to find sense in this.
“Why not?”
“We are under my sister’s roof. Doesn’t it just feel…indecent?”
Ephram barked a laugh that sent her eyes wide. What if someone heard him?
“We’ve done more indecent things than this.” His weight shifted on the mattress as he lifted himself up onto his knees between her legs. The soft skin of his hands slipped under her skirts at her ankles pushing the material up her legs.
“Ephram,” she hissed with a giggle.
“If I’m going to be bad I might as well bereallybad.” He winked. “Might as well make this all worth it. To hell with your sister.”
He exposed her thighs, the dress bunching at her hips, draping down to keep her covered. He brushed his fingers over the tattoo. With his other hand, he blatantly adjusted himself in his pants.
“How can I leave without the taste of you on my lips? How could I spend another night without burying myself inside of you?”
Those full lips pressed against the tattoo. Three small kisses that touched each dot that matched his. Ambrose squirmed. What little sense she had quickly dissolved as his hands finally dipped under the rest of the gown before hooking in the delicate lace of her undergarments and pulling them away.
He slid from the bed, the lace slipping from her skin in one gentle motion. Ephram curled the material into his palm. His nostrils flared, a knowing smile settling on his cheeks.
“Better hold in those cries, love. I would hate for someone to think you were pleasing yourself.”
Ambrose watched him tuck the undergarment into his pant pocket before lowering himself between her legs. Thick Fae nails scratched up the back of her thighs until Ephram’s hands hooked under her knees, pushing them apart to expose every single inch of her.
The first time he’d done it Ambrose had felt embarrassed and wanted to hide, but she’d come to find that allowing him to see her sprawled out in front of him dripping in desire turned him on more. So she let him eat her up with his gaze before he parted her with the flick of his tongue.
He growled again, this time against the sensitive bundle of nerves just above her opening. “Fuck. You taste so good.”
Hide.
A single voice slipped into her thoughts. She’d hardly heard it as Ephram lowered himself on her.
Hide.
Him.
It was garbled but Ambrose had gotten good at deciphering the voices.
She stiffened and Ephram pulled away. “What is it?”
“Hide,” she said quickly, and no sooner than that a knock sounded at her door.
Ephram was nothing but a gust of wind, there one minute and gone the next. He’d become a shadow on the wall again, the queen’s juices drying on his face. Ambrose pushed her skirts down and cleared her throat.
“Yes?”
The door was opened revealing Burke with a deep scowl on his face. He closed the door behind him as he if was nervous that Ambrose would scurry out and he’d lose the one thing Ophelia was trying to keep track of.
“What’s wrong?” Ambrose crossed her ankles, overly aware of her lack of underwear.
