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Screw the castle.

Screw the royal family.

I wanted to stay right there with her forever. She could do whatever the hell she wanted because I was a sucker—a fool—for her.

Amara tumbled over the edge again, her hands cupping her breasts and biting her lip, words I’d never thought she would say spilled out.

Only minutes later, when I’d hooked one knee over my forearm, did I pull out and cum onto the sofa. Thunder rattled the windows of the house, so I picked her up and hauled her into my arms, shutting the door with my foot on the way inside.

Amara was sleepy-eyed, her body limp and a smile on her face. I took her to the bathroom, sat her on the counter, and filled the tub with warm soapy water.

She hopped down and dipped her toe in before I helped her into the claw foot tub. Amara glanced up at me with those too-blue eyes and smiled. “Aren’t you coming in?”

The corner of my mouth lifted, and I squeezed in behind her, my knees bent on each side as she rested her head against my chest.

“How do you feel? Are you in pain?”

“Not now. I will be in the morning,” she said, blowing bubbles from her palm. “Do you still feel the same way about me?”

“No,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “I feel like I just marked my mate and we’re about to start a journey together.”

Amara smiled and closed her eyes. “I don’t want to leave tomorrow. Maybe we can stay a few more days.”

“We can stay as long as you want, Little Mouse. We’ll deal with our families whenever we get back.”

I knew my parents would fly up here before then. My mother couldn’t stand not being in control, and we needed to deal with The East Kingdom merging. But maybe my parents would have enough compassion to let us enjoy a week or so together before they barged their way into my home.

I’d move Amara to another house, or out of the damn kingdom to have tonight all over again. I’d offer her step-monster whatever she wanted to buy the restaurant. Save her family’s business. I’d make an oath to take care of her no matter what.

Amara’s breathing evened out, and I noticed she’d fallen asleep against my chest. Sliding my fingers into her hair, I glanced down at my mark against her pale skin.

My dragon stirred at the sight.

I felt myself drowning in the taste of forever.

However, if I’d learned anything about getting something you want. There is always someone there to try to knock you down.

And I had a feeling something—someone—was going to try.

Chapter Nineteen

Amara

The next morning I woke up with a start.

It was the first time I’d woken when the sun was up in ages. It started a panic in me until I remembered where I was. With Dorran. Sitting up straight, I glanced around the bed, noticing Dorran lying beside me on his stomach.

His ebony-colored wings were folded against his back, and my fingers itched to touch them. Slowly, I ran my fingertips against the smooth velvet and bit my lip at their size.

Everything about Dorran was ... large.

Reality slammed into my chest, and my fingers snapped to my collarbone. I shifted in the bed to go look at myself in the mirror and a sharp pain hit between my legs.

Not that I needed a reminder of the night before, but I knew with each step I took that I would think of Dorran. He’d taken my virginity. We were mated—bound—together forever.

I jolted toward the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom and stopped in front of the counter. I almost didn’t recognize the person looking back at me.

My hair was wavy from going to bed with the ends wet. My body looked flushed, and his mark was on my skin.

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