Evert glances over at Sylred. “Remind me—my animal side is kind of hazy with memories—but what was it that she screamed out last night?” Sylred tries to stifle his smile, but the corners of his eyes crinkle anyway. “I think it was something like, ‘Holy mothballs, you guys are the best at orgasms. I dub you the Orgasm Kings. You’re my very favorite fae in all the realms everywhere, forever and ever. And ever,’” he adds helpfully, rolling back on the balls of his feet. Yeah, okay. I said it.
