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“The show’s not over yet, Mand. Get on your knees,” he ordered.
He withdrew from me, and I obeyed. He gave me just enough time to hit the ground before he buried his cock in my mouth. He cupped the back of my head with his big hand, holding me to him as he spilled down my throat.
* * * *
“What’s your plan for the rest of today?” I asked after we had cleaned ourselves up. “Lots of chores to do?” I anticipated he had a list of a million items long to complete before hosting the Golden Court’s first Winter Gala.
“A few,” he replied, downplaying what he had on his plate. “But there is one thing that is more important than them all,” he said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I have to give you a tour of the Court,” he said.
“There’s no way you have time for that,” I protested. “It’s okay,” I said, trying to relieve any guilt he might feel. “I can keep myself busy. I’ll have to start getting ready for the Ball soon, anyway.”
“I’mgiving you a tour,” he said firmly. He would not be deterred. “Anyway, you can help me check a few things off my list. We already checked off one item on the balcony this morning,” he teased with a self-satisfied grin.
He leaned down and gave me a quick, sweet kiss.
“Now put some clothes on, woman, or the only tour of the Golden Court you are going to get is the inside of this bedroom,” he growled.
I thought about disobeying him just so he would make good on his threat.
“Good day, Lord Davante,” a sweet lesser fae woman greeted us almost the moment that we left my room. She was mopping the white-and-gold swirled marbled floor in the hallway.
“Hey, Gladys,” he said, giving the woman a warm smile as we passed her.
The Golden Court was different from the High Court in so many ways it was difficult to put my finger on any one thing. Like seeing Gladys mopping at the Golden Court. At the High Court, there was undoubtedly a lot of work to be done at any given time—floors that needed mopping, trash that needed taken out, bushes that needed to be trimmed. But at the High Court, you never really saw that kind of work being performed. Instead, it was just done but always out of sight.
Maybe it was all the preparation for the Winter Gala, but the general feel of the Golden Court was one of industriousness. Everywhere we turned, people could be seen working.
Cass took a shortcut through one of the large kitchens. Everyone exclaimed when they saw him enter. Cass took the time to greet and smile at everyone who turned his way. Cass purloined a handful of blueberries from a bowl on our way out.
“I saw that, Lord Davante!” an amiable mixed fae woman in a chef’s hat admonished. “Those are for the pies!”
The most refreshing difference between the High Court and the Golden Court was seeing just how comfortable and happy Cass was here. I didn’t think he’d dismissed his wings more than once or twice since I’d arrived. He didn’t fidget around in a suit and tie that was too restricting to fit his massive body. He walked around laughing and calling everyone by their first names. Although High Lord Dumont was high lord of the Golden Court, it was apparent to anyone in these halls that Cass was the future of the Golden Court.
“What are you smiling about?” Cass asked me, matching my smile with one of his own. He said he was walking me to the library, which was guaranteed to be one of my favorite rooms at the Court.
“Just you. And this place,” I said with a wave of my hand, the one that was not wrapped in his grip.
“I know. It’s perfect, right?” he said.
“You have something really special here, Cass,” I replied. “And they owe it, in large part, to you. They know it. I hope you know that, too, Cass.”
“We all earned it, Mand. You, too. You may have been at the High Court at the time, but you were fighting for us in your own way,” he said.
“Cass, you’re sweet. But the things I did, the things I am trying to do at the High Court, that is all done in an effort to get the lesser fae back at the High Court and on equal footing. But what you’ve done here… You’ve created your very own haven.”
“Exactly,” Cass replied passionately. “We don’t need the High Court. Everything we could ever want is right here,” he continued excitedly. “This can be your home too, Mand. It can beourhome.”
He stopped talking and looked over at me. I squeezed his hand, letting me know it was okay. I wanted him to continue with what he had to say.
“You should know that High Lord Dumont has asked me to stay here at the Golden Court and rule in his stead indefinitely. He has no plans of leaving the High Court or his access to the King any time soon,” Cass explained.
Now everything made sense. Walking around the Golden Court, the people here had felt like Cass’s people because they were. The halls had felt like they belonged to him, too, because they did. The heart and soul of the Golden Court already belonged to Cass.
“That… Wow, Cass! That’s big. You’re perfect for it. It’s perfect for you,” I said sincerely.
