Ravaine walked into the bathroom, eyes fixed on the floor. She was careful not to raise her head; the last thing she needed was to see the Queen naked with her man.
She had heard them moaning while she stood outside the door with Asher's food, and it had gotten her all riled up. Now that she was inside, she hoped the fear and respect for her Queen would distract her from the disgraceful burning desire between her thighs, but she was wrong. The scent of sex fluids mixed with soap filled the air, attacking her nostrils.
For a raccoon, her nose was as sharp as a sword. She could tell from the mere scent of semen in the air that it hadn't been long since the Queen and Asher had enjoyed some explosive orgasms.
As a royal guard, she tried her best to stay professional. She kneeled softly, putting the tray of food next to the bathtub without raising her head. But the soft fur between her thighs brushed together, sending a tingle through her sensitive body that almost made her squirm.
