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“Alrighty, then.” I grin up at him. “Show me Faerie!”

CHAPTER SIX

Aldronn

I expected more protest, more demands of explanation, so my bride’s eagerness to explore catches me off guard.

Almost as much as learning she can read minds.

By the goddess, it’s an amazing power. She’ll be able to read any foe’s thoughts, allow us to counter any attack. With her by my side, I’ll be able to keep my people safer than ever.

Yet what will it mean for me, forus? I’ve never shared the true intimacy of my innermost thoughts with a woman—or with anyone, for that matter. Yet May is my moon bound, my queen. If there’s one person I can share my true self with, it will be her. Still, whispered pillow talk is a far cry from her reading every stray thought that might cross my mind. And what will she think if she discovers my inability to love?

I don’t like feeling this exposed.

I am the rock my people depend upon. I am their king. My responsibilities were made clear from childhood. Letting anyone see me as less…

No, I cannot bear it.

“Are you reading my mind even now?” I ask.

“Why, are you thinking something dirty?” Her sparkling eyes laugh up at me.

Normally, I’d flirt right back, but nothing about today is normal. I step closer, looming over her until her head tips backward so she can meet my eyes. I enunciate each word carefully, filling my voice with power and command. “Are you reading my mind?”

May grips her pendant, her lips giving a little twist. Her body vibrates with effort for several seconds. Then she lets out a huff and drops her hand. “Nope. Your dirty, filthy thoughts are safe.”

I want to growl that I do think of other things besides sex, yet her words call those very thoughts into being. Will her eyes flash with such fire when I take her? What noises will she make when I lick her to orgasm? How much teasing will it take to make her beg?

Because Ilongto make this woman beg.

My cock stirs, ready to find out, and a shiver of magic comes from the magical stud mounted over the top, as if it already knows what shape to take to bring my bride extra pleasure.

A smirk curls my lips. It seems I’m not the only one with dirty, filthy thoughts.

Her breath hitches and she nibbles on her lower lip as the air between us crackles with tension.

“Oh, this is going to besofun,” Starfall says sarcastically, raising her head from where she’s been cleaning her horn on the moss. Then she pokes my shoulder with its sharp tip, just a little too hard to be playful. “Don’t youdaretry to have sex on my back. I will not be amused.”

I open my mouth to protest that I only tried that once, many, many years ago as a youth, but I’m stopped by the sweetest of sounds.

May bursts out laughing. “I like you, Starfall. You’re my kind of gal if you don’t take any shit from this one.” She cocks a thumb toward me.

My old friend whinnies a laugh and tosses her mane, clearly delighted.

“I see how it’s going to be,” I say, pretending grumpiness while secretly pleased. Starfall’s so outspoken, even for a unicorn, that she doesn’t make friends easily. I’m glad to see her get along with my bride. “The two of you ganging up on me.”

They share a conspiratorial glance.

“Shall we?” Without waiting for a reply, I grip May’s waist and lift her into the saddle.

She lets out a cry of surprise that turns into delight as she flings her leg over the unicorn’s back and takes her seat.

Then I’m up behind her. Orc saddles are large to accommodate our great size, yet even so, they aren’t designed for two. My moon bound presses deliciously close to me.

As Starfall springs forward into a brisk trot, my hand splays across my bride’s stomach, holding her tightly. My thighs hug May’s, her lovely bottom thrust against my crotch.

By the goddess, she’s right.

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