Page 21 of Too Sexy for My Hooves (Inn or Out #2)

After I released Queen Margotta from the cage, I moved Queen Elsbeth into the room Peace once used. I made her more tea and settled her in to rest.

Queen Margotta, in her true fairy form, followed me outside as we went to find the royal centaur couple. We found them in the backyard. Princess Peace had the saddle strapped on. A squealing Lord Alfred skittered nervously in the seat.

Robin walked beside them with his hand on Peace’s flank. For support, maybe? I was going to go with that instead of wondering if it was an excuse to touch her shapely flank.

Queen Margotta chuckled. “When the girls were very young, I used to turn them into hybrid creatures to entertain them. Peace wanted to be a pony so badly, but then she couldn’t get all four legs to work at the same time. Those happy days are centuries old now.”

“Well, I think she has four legs figured out. Today, she and Robin were racing.”

“You probably think I’m a terrible person.”

“No, but I thought Gertruda was, and I was determined to keep her away from them. Some would say I was interfering. I would say that I was looking out for a friend. Your daughter owned up to her mistake with Ethan. She bravely pretended to give up the crystal to help me and The Baba Yaga trap Ethan’s mother.

I admire your daughter and find her entertaining. I also want her to be happy.”

“My daughter is lucky.”

“Maybe, but mostly she’s kind. She’ll get the job done, but she maintains her relationships while doing it. I have concluded it is Peace’s superpower.

”Mother?” Peace asked when she saw her.

I waved Peace over. “Gertruda had to leave, so your mother decided to visit in person. She brought your grandmother. I put her in your old room. You can visit her when you’re back on two legs. The spell should be wearing off soon.”

Margotta grunted beside me, but she didn’t correct a thing.

As I went to find Farley, I was feeling pretty proud of how I’d worked things out.

* * *

Wrapping things up had taken longer than I’d hoped it would. The spelled fairies were finally back to being human. Mother and daughter were still bickering, but the real fairy queen took care of that with a single utterance of, “Hush now. You’re embarrassing us in front of the innkeeper.”

Everyone settled their debts with the inn, which was a significant amount from Prince Robin. That would be some nice cash to start up a witch’s garden behind the kitchen.

I dashed to the bedroom and then halted after it closed. The room was lined with painted panels. It was like being surrounded by clouds. I walked to touch one and smiled at the sound-dampening foam.

I heard the shower kick off and smiled wider when a seven-foot-tall Viking shifter emerged from my bathroom. His hot gaze landed on me with a possessiveness that thrilled me to my toes. Water dripped down his chest still. I badly wanted to lick it off, but first, I needed to take some precautions.

“Don’t move. Stay right where you are,” I ordered, quickly opening the bedroom door again.

I rushed back into the kitchen, waved the wand to secure all the doors, and then I stashed it—and Jezel—in a drawer for the night.

I returned to the bedroom and found Farley exactly where I left him. I smiled in approval and shed my shoes. I’d snuck in earlier and put on my black date dress to celebrate the occasion.

I happily locked the door behind me and walked to the fantasy man I’d been waiting too long to get my hands on. He chuckled against my lips when I unwrapped his towel and slung it away.

He’d said that he’d been looking his whole life trying to find me. As he pulled my dress off and carried me to bed, I suspected I might have been doing the same.

If the doorbell rang, I would ignore it.

Or maybe I wouldn’t even hear it from in here thanks to the best boyfriend a witch could ask for.

My moans bounced off the walls back to us as Farley used his fangs on me.

He growled against me and vibrated both of us.

It was perfect... absolute, positively perfect.

Tonight was only for us, and nothing was going to get in the way this time.

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