After he’d cursed them all and ordered them out, Roarke approached him. “You have a burr up your ass this morning?” He would only allow Roarke, his life protector, to speak to him that way. “I slept very little last eve.” “Difficult to sleep when your cock’s hard?” Garick glared at his friend, who only smirked. Unfortunately, Roarke was right. He’d not slept at all, his shaft pulsing with need for the faerie who was to become his bride today. Many times throughout the wakeful hours he’d wanted to stroke himself to release. Instead, he forced himself to wait, knowing what pleasures he would have today with Noele. It had taken great will to pull himself away from her and walk out of the room yesterday. What he had wanted to do was sink his shaft deep inside her and make her his own. Possess her, mark her in some way, so that no one could ever claim her. He shook his head at his wayward thoughts. Those were emotions unlike anything Garick had experienced before. Other than fucking for release, he’d never truly wanted a woman before.
