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The queen took slow steps toward her window and pushed it open, wanting to keep the rush of getting caught fresh. The air was crisp with the scent of fire, spurring her forward until they collided and tumbled to the bed.
It was teeth scraping against skin, kisses wishing away the hurt. Nails down his back, slender lines of blood drawn. Burke was parting her legs. Idalia surrounded him as he shoved inside of her and began his steady pace. He lifted only to lower his thumb to rub at her clit.
They ground together, sweaty and panting for breath until they both found release. Until they were limp against the crumpled blankets trying to catch their breath.
Daylight poured in through her open window. Idalia was thankful for every breeze as it licked away her sweat and other liquids. She was the first to move, setting her feet on the chilled floor. Strolling by the window, the heat of Burke’s attention followed her across the room.
She pulled the curtains covering her mirror away and admired herself. If a Fae happened to look through a mirror, using it as means to spy, they’d only find her naked body. What a treat they would get. She unclasped her bra, somehow it had survived the entire event, her breasts still covered, and let it slip down her arms to fall at her feet.
Her powers would help slow down the effects of time, keep her looking young for much longer than any other human. If her plan worked…she would live longer than any other human too. Her looks would last forever then. Idalia loved everything about this body. She loved her delicate features, the slender curve of her neck, the way her breasts rested like teardrops that hadn’t yet fallen, the curve of her hips, and the thinness of her feminine legs.
“Are you trying to tempt me for more?” Burke was standing, watching from his spot next to the bed.
“Do you want more?” She trailed her hand between her breasts.
“I could be talked into it.”
Idalia scoffed at the subtle insult. Her lips pressed to a tight line as she turned to face him.
“Was I not convincing enough?”
At this short distance, Idalia could make out every individual hair on his chest, every knick and cut he’d ever received, and the desperate look in his eyes. So in short…no. No, no he had not been convincingenough.
He wassointent on persuading her. Every passionate kiss—was it forced? Her mind doubled back to the moments she’d seen him with Ambrose. So natural, so gentle.
Inch by inch, Burke came closer. Finally, he lowered himself to his knees, pressed his face against the queen’s stomach, and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”
His short hair poked and scraped at her stomach. Just as her sister had moments ago, she ran a hand over the top of his head. Like a pet.
Burked looked up, blinking. “Please do not reject me because of my acting skills.” Sandpaper against her skin, his chin rubbed against her as he nipped playfully at her stomach.
“That’s truly all this is? This thing between you and her? Acting?” Idalia asked.
Those strong arms squeezed a little tighter. “That is all.”
The queen didn’t mention how his tone had gone a little flat, how he averted his gaze when he spoke. But she wanted to believe what he was saying. So much of her wanted to keep this man who praised her—glorified her. She tried to sweep her insecure thoughts under a mental rug.
Yet as he stood, as he pulled her close and kissed her feverishly until she was truly and deeplykissed, she still couldn’t shake the feeling.
Liar, the staff hissed.
Idalia
Today, the queen had traded her casual riding clothes for something more her style. Something a bit more…risqué. Skinny red straps crossed her stomach and back, holding the barest of gowns against her. Small triangles of fabric covered her breasts and red underwear could be seen through the sheer skirt. When she walked the black heels she wore poked out, as well as her legs all the way up to her thighs, as the fabric parted into two tall slits.
Perhaps this would torment Burke in the best of ways. She could only hope.
Across from her, Ambrose was dressed more modestly—mostly to hide the horrendous scar on her chest. Blue material came up to her neck and covered every inch of her arms. The only skin she showed was a peek of her legs as the skirt stopped at her knees in the front while it graced the floors in the back.
Idalia stood behind her sister as they both stared into the mirror. They looked so similar with both their hair pulled up off their necks. Though Idalia had a dusting of freckles across her nose. Carefully, she tucked a bouncy curl behind her sister’s ear.
“Just like old times,” Idalia said quietly. Ambrose’s finger touched the large oval ruby that sat on top of her dress. She said nothing in return so Idalia continued. “Do you remember how many mornings I did your hair when Mom was too busy with the other girls? Hmm? You always wanted to look just like me but I never let you. We look almost like twins now.”
The orange eyes that should have been looking back at her had been spelled brown a moment later by a warlock who left trembling like a leaf after what he saw there. Ambrose barely met her gaze.
“Are the voices better?” She gave her sister’s shoulder a light squeeze before stepping away.
Material dragged over the floor, the hem of Ambrose’s gown still touching. Idalia ignored her sister’s dark look as she crossed the room to pick up a pair of diamond studded heels. They glittered so beautifully, that she almost considered keeping them for herself. She decided against it. She wanted her body to be the star tonight.
