The mortal’s weight on his back, clinging so tightly, made the flight uncomfortably pleasant. It was a strange feeling for Haytham, to find himself aroused by carrying another. He’d never had the sensation when carrying an elf, the times when the queen asked the use of his wings for reconnaissance against her enemies. But Sade was somehow solider, more… present… than an elf. The flowered perfume that the elves had bathed her in faded in the wind, leaving behind only her true scent: something musky with a hint of sharpness, that traveled straight to Haytham’s loins. He was grateful for the pain of the shift back to his human form, to remove any signs of arousal that might have lingered. Careful, Haytham, he admonished himself. Yes, the princess wanted Sade seduced, but he’d have to strike a delicate balance if he chose to be her lover as well as her instructor. They were already living in intimate quarters. Then again, maybe fucking Sade would get the urge out of his system.
