“You called me to your bedroom to talk about my dick again, muffin?” he grinned at me and turned to the side to better display the ribs and taut muscles he had been working on all morning.
“Galenor, please…” I sighed, both flushed and frustrated. “This is my job.”
He tsked, eyes twinkling with delight. “So, your job for the day is to unveil my—”
“Yes! Alright, enough. Please.” I said again, pummelling my fists into the pillow right next to me.
He pressed his lips together, observing me for a long moment. “How long you got left?”
“About half an hour…” I confessed, seriously desperate to stop this cat and mouse routine and just get the information I needed.
Just when I thought he would leave me hanging, Galenor stretched his back on the mattress, leaning to the side to find me.
“It’s our family history. In the house we grew up in, on this massive wall,” he gestured to display the size from his memory, “was a tapestry, dating from five centuries ago. With our family tree.”
I barely breathed from fear of missing out, thanking my lucky stars that he was willing to reveal this about himself. “Traditionally, a fae male had a marking ceremony, where he had to choose his mark. It could be anything, a flower, an animal, a cloud even. The only requirement was that the mark had to remain present during their lifetime.”
“I remember that,” I said without thinking, the image of a history book popping into mind. “They told us that the prince who summoned the gods had a gardenia as a symbol. The flower was celebrated for many centuries after his death.”
“It still is. The Earth Realm holds a huge celebration in May when the flower blooms,” Galenor confirmed. “So, this tapestry had all the intertwined symbols of our ancestors, up until our father. When we became of age, my brother and I got really drunk and challenged one another to get the symbols on the tapestry tattooed.”
“Okay, but why choose that area?” My eyes bulged out at the memory of his fully tattooed member, wondering how the logistics of that even worked.
“Because it hurt like a bitch, and we were stubborn bastards. We even bet on it, that we wouldn’t let it reach our cocks. We both lost,” he chuckled.
“That must’ve hurt…” I bit my lower lip.
“Not as much as you might think. We were both drunk to the point of passing out. The most challenging part was keeping the flag high until the tattoo was done,” he smiled at the memory.
“What? Did you have to be fully…” I didn’t say it, I couldn’t say it without ignoring the pooling warmth in between my thighs. My core started throbbing at the thought, at the memory of him naked that very morning, at the image of that tattoo shoving into me.
“Four hours. Try doing that when you’re fainting from absinthe,” he laughed again, proud of himself.
I had to breathe, I had to breathe, I had to breathe. It was too much. Too much information, too much sensation, too much desire. Four hours. He did it for four hours while a needle pierced at it. My mouth watered.
“Okay…” I tried my best to look composed, but by his burning gaze, I did the exact opposite.
Feeling his stare on my body, his eyes blinking in my arousal, I launched myself at the tablet, doing my best to input the information before my entire body engulfed in flames of desire.
“I need to do this before anything else,” I heard myself say, and wrinkled my nose at the stupidity coming out of my mouth.
“Okay, I’ll be here,” Galenor groaned from behind me, making it clear that this wouldn’t be the end of the conversation.
With shaky fingers, I unlocked the screen and opened the chat box.
“He has a tattoo with family meaning, it represents the marks of his ancestors up to five centuries ago. It was a bet with his brother during their coming of age. It lines the back of his knee, circles his thigh, and expands to incorporate his genitals.”
“Excellent, Captain Harrow. New instructions will follow tomorrow.”
Blood boiled in my veins, desperate and filled with need. Before I even had a chance to think, I saw the message my fingers typed on their own accord.
“Will the subject be taken to interrogation today?”
I waited, heart throbbing in my chest, desperate for an answer. Desperate for time alone with him.
“I am otherwise engaged today. New instructions will follow tomorrow.”
I swallowed hard, locking the tablet and throwing it on the nightstand. I swung my head to Galenor then to watch him sweaty and breathing hard, gaping at me with intent, an erection stretching his pants.
