Page 117 of Wickedly Yours

“I can’t help it. You bring it out of me.” He scowled. “People used to take me seriously around here.”

A giggle escaped my lips. “You’re just a grade-A simp.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I sat up, shaking my head. He’d never understand all the human colloquialisms I used, but I was totally okay with that. Mostly because it gave Willow and I something to laugh about with our husbands.

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, I slid out of bed, heading towards the restroom.

After using the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror, inspecting my reflection as I brushed my teeth. It was crazy how much had changed in the last month. How much we’d accomplished.

If I’d doubted myself, my abilities, and my place here in the demon realm before—I had no reason to anymore. We’d spent the last several weeks traveling around the demon realm, helping rebuild and passing out supplies to those in need. Zain had made sure I didn’t stay on my feet all day, being overbearing and protective as usual, but at least this time, he had two excuses.

I’d brought baked goods with me everywhere, introducing myself to the people I’d help rule over. Though I’d been apprehensive about meeting so many demons, I was surprised how many had no issues at all with a human witch being their queen.

Though I wouldn’t bequitehuman after tonight. Still a witch, but something…other.

We’d tied our lifespans together, ensuring that I’d live as long as he did. Apparently, it was common with demons who mated with other races. I realized how much we didn’t know in Pleasant Grove, how in the dark we’d been as a magical race. There was so much out there in the world that I had no idea about, and I wanted to see it all.

But that last part would have to wait.

In tight-fitting clothing, my bump was beginning to be obvious, though it was easy enough to hide it from almost everyone around the palace. Novalie knew, of course, as she helped me dress every morning, and so did Zain’s advisors—who were like a second family here. Lilith and Asura had adopted me like sisters, something I desperately missed.

“Are you excited to see your sister?” Zain’s arms wrapped around me as I stood in front of the vanity, brushing my hair. It was like he’d read my mind, but I knew how strongly our emotions were tied these days.

I rested my head against his shoulder as he took the hairbrush out of my hands.

“Yes. But I’m nervous, too.”

“To tell her?”

I nodded, sliding a hand over my stomach. “I already know she feels like we rushed into this marriage, and maybe we did, but… I wouldn’t change it. Part of me feels like everything happened the way it did to bring us together. Like the fates knew we needed that little push.”

He buried his nose in my hair. “Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I’d told you that first night. Asked you to come with me then.”

“I’d probably have laughed in your face,” I said honestly. “Or told you that you were insane.”

“What about the second night?”

“Before or after you gave me a mind-blowing orgasm?”

Zain kissed my neck. “There were at least two.”

“Mmm. Maybe. I think I would have had to be convinced.”

His fingers pushed the straps down of my nightgown, baring my shoulder to him. “What about if I gave you another one? Would that help?”

“Perhaps…” I breathed as he ran his nose over my skin. “We should find out.” I tilted my head to the side to give him access to the crook of my shoulder, wanting him to sink those teeth into me. To feel the pleasure of our beings merging as one.

Zain’s hands cupped my breasts, and a low moan slipped out of me. They were already more sensitive and tender, and it felt like I could come from him playing with my nipples alone.

“Luna,” he groaned, his erection pressing against me. “You’re going to be the death of me one day.”

“I hope not,” I said, turning around so I could wrap my arms around his neck. “Especially since I tied my life to yours.” I could feel the satisfaction that ran through his body.

“You’re mine,” he said, pressing a kiss to our mark. “My moonbeam.”

“I’m yours,” I agreed.

A knock on the door had us springing apart—though I knew there were few people who would interrupt us in here. Which meant it was probably time to get ready for the day, unfortunately ending our quiet moment. And any chance for an orgasm.

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