With a shake of my head, I focused on my surroundings instead of on Aflora.
“Mistress Marigold is in charge of the residence halls. After I finished cleaning everything up in here, I consulted with her on ways to make it a little more Elemental Fae friendly. She suggested the plant. So I ordered it. But if you don’t like it, I can take it back. Actually, if there’s anything you don’t like, just let me know. I’ll return it. This is your space. You choose.”
And, wow, since when did I fucking ramble?
This chick was giving me a headache just by existing.
I winced. Yeah. Not the best thought. Right. “I’m going to bed,” I announced. Some sleep would help me sort out my behavior. Maybe a hand job, too. With thoughts of Aflora.
Ah, fuck. Just the notion of it had me hardening in my pants. This mating business sucks!
“Kols!” she called after me. I’d already gotten to the door of my room, my feet carrying me away from her as if I were running from a fire.
I paused and didn’t look at her. “Yeah?”
“Thank you,” she whispered, the two words making me cringe.
I didn’t do this for her gratitude. I did this because… well, I couldn’t say why I went through all the trouble I did today other than I wanted to make it up to her. An apology of sorts to right a handful of wrongs. And I doubted I’d even achieved that. But at least she seemed to like it.
Rather than reply, I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and disappeared into my quarters.
I needed some sleep.
Tomorrow, I’d dig into her past.
Starting by meeting with a pair of Elemental Fae Kings.
I sent a notification off to Cyrus, knowing it might be a few hours before he caught it. His kind weren’t as big into technology as Midnight Fae, but someone would pass along my request.
Then we’d chat.
Likely in the Human Realm.
At least I’d get some much-needed blood. Sex, not so much.
I winced and picked up my phone again and shot Zeph a text. Celibacy isn’t my thing.
His response arrived a minute later. No shit.
Come over. He would know why I sent the text.
Just as I understood his response. Be there in five.
Playing
with each other didn’t break any mating rules, particularly as we were all set in this quad together. Besides, if Aflora wanted to come over and join us, we’d both be game. But something told me it would be a while before she’d even consider the opportunity.
Which meant we would just need to work that much harder to convince her.
I always did adore a challenge, especially a forbidden one. As did Zeph. Together we’d break her resolve. Not just in her dreams, but also in her bed, with our mouths and tongues and hands. Until she couldn’t stand the thought of breathing without us. And then we’d truly make her ours.
Because fuck the consequences.
Aflora was already mine.
Chapter Nine
Aflora