What if they do? [ They won't -- not without their king's summons, no matter what, but Graves likes teasing his new, shy husband, his dark eyes gleaming with dangerous temptation as he watches him strip, that pale, lean, beautifully crafted body dotted with finger-shaped bruises from last night, especially where those exquisite hipbones are concerned.

Graves remembers how he fucked him, how good he is, how tight and willing and so damn eager, and he's certain Credence is at least thinking about it as well -- look at how he turns a lovely shade of rose, how naked he is, and he leans up to kiss his mouth softly. ] They will see their King claim his beautiful, beautiful consort. They will see how exquisite the royal Consort is when he's naked and greedy to be fucked by his husband. [ His voice lowers, smooth and velvet. ] They might even wish to be the ones to get to fuck him.