I woke up with the first rays of sunlight filtering through my blinds. Something felt off. Warm and wet. I blinked away the sleep fog, confused by the rhythmic sensation against my—
Oh fuck.
My eyes shot fully open. That was definitely a mouth. On my dick. Moving with enthusiastic purpose.
I looked down at Celeste, still sleeping peacefully beside me, her silver-white hair spilled across the pillow like moonlight. Her hand rested innocently on my chest, nowhere near where the action was happening.
So who the hell was—
Two black tails stood straight up from under the comforter, swaying slightly with the rhythm of whoever was working downstairs. I didn't need three guesses.
I carefully moved Celeste's arm and leg off me, trying not to wake her. She murmured something in her sleep and turned away, curling into herself. The Winter Queen could probably sleep through an earthquake when she was this exhausted.
Good. I needed to handle this quietly.
