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Tor would have spent all day chasing me through the forest—he seemed intent on giving me orgasms in every world—but finally we had to return to the castle. He spun me a new gown of magic and moss, one that clung to my every curve and fell away in silky green shards over my calves.

The two of us walked hand in hand, back through that dangerous garden.

Before we reached the castle, King Hier strode out, an expression of annoyance on his perfect face. “Have you found another way to defy me, son?”

Tor grinned. “Not me, Father. She’s quite clever; she saw through your curse.”

Hier gave me a skeptical once-over. I met his gaze, trying to look clever when my core throbbed, sore and yet full of desire still, all at the same time.

He snorted. “She’ll have to be, if she’s to be queen.”

Then he turned and swept off.

“For him, that means he likes you,” Tor promised. That felt unlikely after that icy reception, but I decided not to worry… for once.

“Kiss me,” I asked, reaching up for his massive shoulder to tug him toward me.

“I’ll do you one better,” he promised, already sweeping me off my feet. “My queen.”

His lips met mine in a hot, hungry kiss as he carried me toward the castle that would be ours.

The End

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