Page 38 of Crescent Warrior

He would do anything for his brother. If it meant praying to the useless Gods who hadn’t helped him get his crown yet, so be it.

Miles and Niles waved at Kyril together as he left, hurrying back to his mate. Turning toward his suite, he listened to Niles sing his favorite lullaby, releasing a little yawn as he did.

Miles knew that walking him around was the best way to put him to sleep, so he did just that, pacing up and down his bedroom until Niles’ breathing evened out. Gently laying his nephew down on the bed, he pushed the downy curls on his head back, stroking them gently.

He needed to complete his plan soon. His first pronouncement as king would be that Niles would be his heir. His second would be that Kyril would no longer fight on the field.

He needed to protect his family, and if this was the only way he could do it, then he would. Leaving Niles on his bed, he walked to the sitting area, calling Michael.

“Jason,” his beta answered at once. The name was a cover. His father’s name. After all the disappointment he gave his father for being weak, it was his greatest joy to use his name to commit what he would have considered to be atrocities.

“You and Alex can pack your bags, my brother,” he said into the phone. “We’re going to Greece.”

His eyes gleamed.

Hippolyta sagged against Cole, her body lax and satisfied. She moaned as he turned them, settling her back against the pillows.

He reached out, grabbing the soft moist cloth he now kept on the bedside table, wiping his come off her stomach. They had been going at each other like bunnies, their bodies trying to fulfill the requirements of her heat.

She moaned, spreading her legs for him as he slipped the cloth over her. She adored the coolness against her skin, still feeling like she was on fire.

The three days were almost over but she wasn’t getting the respite she usually did toward the end. Was it because he was near her? There wasn’t even a moment to do anything but satisfy their bodies.

She was starving, her last meal feeling like it was hours ago. Anna was delivering them, leaving them at her door with a knock. By the time Cole dragged them inside, they were always cold, and in portions of two.

She didn’t know how Anna knew there was someone else in her suite, but she wondered if Xander gave her a heads up. Biting her lip, she rolled her hips against his hand as he cleaned his come off her pussy.

“Be a good girl, Lyta,” he growled, his eyes still dilated with lust. “I only have so much control.”

Her wolf begged her to taunt him, to force him to take control of her the way he had done previously, but she pushed it aside. While she loved Cole’s dominant streak, the attentiveness and care he was showering on her was just as addictive, if not more so.

She wasn’t used to being coddled. No one went out of their way to take care of her, not that she wanted them to. She was more than capable of doing things on her own, and if she was being honest, it would chafe if they tried. Even her parents let her handle everything on her own.

But not with Cole.

For some reason, she was putty in his hands. She wanted him to take charge and let her bask in being cared for.

Gods, I’ve become a sap.

She settled back against the pillows, her wolf totally submissive to his.

He was watching her, reaching up to stroke her thick hair over her shoulder. “You’ve always been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

It was as if a plug was pulled. The haze of love and joy she was floating in disappeared and she stiffened under him.

“No, I haven’t,” she turned her head, gritting her teeth.

When he reached out to stroke her face, she growled at him. “Lyta,” he sighed, as if she was being unreasonable.

She turned to glare at him. “I don’t like being lied to.”

Instead of getting angry, he looked amused. “Of all the things I would lie about, my Lyta. This isn’t one of them. But I have lied in the past.”

He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob, wishing she could lick him there. Shaking herself internally, trying to pull herself from her heat-induced stupor, she looked away.

“I’ve always found you beautiful,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Her brow furrowed and her heart ached with what he was saying. Even though she knew he was lying, her stupid heart fluttered in her chest.

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