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“Yes. More.” Those two words came out as a thin whimper. I lifted my hips with his next slow thrust, nearly taking all of him. For a second, it was too much, but then he was withdrawing and I immediately missed him. I needed everything.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and dug my heels into the mattress, meeting him for each thrust until the room was now filled with the sweaty slap of skin and the wooden bang of the headboard against the wall. In the candlelight, sweat glistened on Nylian’s brow and dampened the hair at his temples. His eyes were black pools of need, swallowing me whole and I loved it, loved everything about his moment.

“Grab your cock,” Nylian ordered through clenched teeth. “Want to watch you come. Need to feel it.”

Even as he spoke, I could feel his dick growing thicker, edging closer to his orgasm. God, I was so fucking full. This feeling was so perfect. It was almost enough to send me over the edge, but not quite.

Leaving my left hand on Nylian’s neck, I grabbed my dick with my right. Between the sweat and pre-cum, I had no problem stroking myself. Every muscle tensed and my breath caught as those first sparks gathered at the base of my spine. I wanted to fight it, stop the rush. This couldn’t be over. I wanted it to go on forever.

But it was too late. Nylian sped up, fucking me so hard I could see stars. The world exploded in a white ball wrapped in electric ecstasy. The feeling stretched on and on as Nylian continued to move in and out of my body at a frantic pace until he finally threw back his head and shouted my name at the top of his lungs.

He collapsed on top of me, smearing my cum into both our stomachs and chests, skin slick with sweat. I wrapped my arms about his waist and smiled against his shoulder. “I love when you say my name.”

Nylian wheezed, and it took me a second to realize he was laughing and not simply gasping for air. “I love when I say your name, too.”

I didn’t ask why he only used my given name when we were alone and usually in the throes of passion. The truth was that it had grown on me. I liked my name falling from his lips in these secret moments, and only we could hear it. My name was linked with a moment of pure joy, and I wouldn’t change it for anything.

After a few tender kisses, I climbed out of bed, pulled on my boots, and crunched through the mess to get a damp cloth. The water was tepid, but it did the job to clean up our mess. We’d worry about arranging baths tomorrow.

By the time I finished cleaning Nylian off, the elf was asleep. It wasn’t that late in the evening, but the trek to Blackscar had been long and exhausting. Not to mention, Nylian had suffered through an emotional roller coaster. We could all use some sleep.

I extinguished the candles, kicked off my boots, and settled under the blankets with my elf. Lying on my side, I stared at his face as it slowly came into focus as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I marveled at those graceful eyebrows, his high cheekbones, soft lips, and sharp chin. He was elegance and beauty in sleep, sex and snark when he was awake.

Somewhere along the line in all these weeks of travel, danger, and chaos, I’d stopped thinking about Nylian as a character I’d created in a world I’d designed to pay my bills. Nylian had become real. His pain and joy were real. The danger and betrayal were real. And so was the love growing in my heart for him.

Regardless of magic coins and fate, I couldn’t leave here. I had to find a way to stay. I belonged with Nylian, and nothing was going to change that.

Chapter 25

Bad Blood

Not surprisingly, I woke first.

I crawled out of bed, content to leave Nylian to catch up on some much-needed sleep, and dressed quickly. I eased out of our bedroom and went in search of a servant who could get me a broom I could use to clean up the glass on the floor, and maybe something to eat.

Sure, I could send the servant in with the broom, but Nylian was naked in bed, and I didn’t want anyone else in the room with him while he slept. Yep, all that elf hotness was mine, and it was gonna stay that way. We’d pitched the idea of the harem out the window, and I was staking a claim on that sexy man.

We were definitely in screw-the-book territory now.

Unfortunately, I didn’t find a servant because Captain Elion found me first.

“His Grace requests your attendance on a matter,” the man said without an ounce of warmth.

An icy chill swept through me and I nodded, motioning for the captain to precede me. I didn’t like this. A meeting alone with Nylian’s uncle seemed like a terrible idea. With any luck, he was going to question my intentions toward his nephew, and I would have to reassure him I wasn’t some evil, scheming douchebag who wanted to hurt Nylian.

But instead of going to the study or a library for a chat before a fire over some whiskey or tea, Captain Elion led me outside to the main courtyard in front of the castle, where the black sky was still turning gray with the rising sun. The area was silent, lit by a handful of flickering torches. A few servants hurried here and there, going about their early-morning chores with their heads down. There was a bite to the air as we left the last bits of summer behind. If we had been camping, I imagine I would have woken to see wispy white mist winding between the trees.

There was no mist. Just the duke standing alone in the middle of the courtyard with his sword clenched in his right fist.

My stomach dropped and my steps slowed as I approached the duke dressed all in black. His long white hair was pulled away from his face to reveal a cold hardness that rivaled the darkest winter night.

“You wanted to see me, Your Grace,” I greeted as calmly as I could manage.

“I challenge you, Prince Victor Montcroix. Prove yourself and your honorable intentions toward Prince Xeran Elrich.”

My mouth went dry, and I stumbled back a step. “What?” Movement to my left jerked my attention over to see Captain Elion bringing me a sword. He was fucking serious. He wanted to fight me.

“I don’t understand. How is a duel going to prove that my intentions are honorable? It’s a matter of who’s the better swordsman. I could beat you and still be dishonorable.”

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