Page 128 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

“You’re a magus and a queen.” He kicked off his boots and walked into the bathroom.

I closed my eyelid again. “I ate too many marshmallows.”

“The taste of rebellion was hard to resist,” he called out.

No one resisted it. Every advisor partook of our contract-burning food fest. “I think all these intense decisions are making me delirious. The letter should piss me off, not make me laugh.”

He reentered, and I cracked an eyelid again. Wild was minus a tunic and plus sweatpants. His pendants rattled, and I dragged my gaze over his delectable body to his musician fingers.

“Is my soul in my fingertips?” he asked, standing before me on the bed.

I hummed and whipped out a hand. I sucked one of his fingers into my mouth.

Wild banished his sweatpants.

Laughter burst from me around his finger. “Is that a hint to check if your soul is somewhere else using the same method?”

More specifically, the piece of anatomy bobbing in my face.

He answered, “If we start that, it will end in the last step of the ritual. I’m barely holding it together.”

Truth be told, I’d sat here for an hour fantasizing about using the divination threads in my mind to bind Wild’s helpless self to me for eternity. So there were cracks on both sides. Probably minor and nothing to worry about.

I placed my hands in his. “Wild, the other rulers got me to thinking. I don’t want to wait another minute before we’re mated. Will you take me to our cave so we can have a sex fight over who gets to chain whose soul to who?”

He studied my face. “What about the coven?”

“What about the coven?”

“What about my parents and Frond?”

“What about your parents and Frond?”

“What about the foreign magus and supernaturals that will be here for training while we could potentially be out of commission for days?”

I squeezed his hands. “I care about respecting what’s between us. Others will be happy because we’re happy. Or they can fuck off.”

Wild’s chest rose as he inhaled. “How are you saying all this with my cock right in your face?”

“It’s a distraction, I’ll admit.” I sensed his next intent like a coming storm. “Do not smack me in the face with it.”

He grinned but managed to restrain the impulse. “Just seems like the natural thing to do.”

I shoved him back, then opened a portal to Sven.

The rest of the quad was in the room. Rooke wasn’t there.

“Hey,” he said, then glanced around. “That’s Wild’s dick! Why the fuck would you do that to us?”

“I didn’t think you’d turn and look around the room,” I retorted. “Don’t be nosy.”

“Don’t call when you or Wild is naked. How about that? What am I supposed to do with that visual?”

I smirked. “I can only tell you what I’d do with it. You may decide that’s not the path for you.”

Sven glared, and Corey budged him over, careful to look only at me. “What’s up?”

“Me and Wild are going to make this mating official.”

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