Page 102 of Princess

He smiled and ran his finger over the top of Nikayla’s head.“Twenty-four hours it is.”

We finally made it to our room.Marinah fed Nikayla while resting back in my arms on the bed.We took turns holding Nikayla while the other one showered.Now we sat in bed admiring our child and neither of us could stop smiling.

We’d heard about Togg.In all, one-hundred-twenty-two Warriors died, and a little over two hundred humans.That included those aboard our submarine.There would be a week of funerals and time to mourn.For now, we celebrated life and our family.

Change loomed before us but we would have time to discuss our future later.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Marinah

“I’m putting her in her bed,” I told King.

He looked surprised but released me from his embrace.I laid Nikayla in her crib and walked back to the bed.I scooped Callie up and placed her on the cushion she seldom used that resided in the corner of the room.She didn’t seem happy, but I ignored her sharp cry of hostility.

King’s eyebrows rose.

I whipped my shirt over my head and slid out of my pants.I straddled King and looked down into his eyes.He tried to say something, but I placed a finger on his lips.

“Shh,” I said.“I’ve healed.Being a Shadow Warrior has amazing benefits.”

I leaned down and kissed him.King’s arms went around me, and he rolled so he was on top.He stood quickly and divested himself from his clothes while I watched.

His chest wound was merely a small pucker of skin.I didn’t give it more than a passing glance because his muscled chest and powerful arms held my attention.He slid into the bed and kissed me again.

We explored each other’s bodies like it was the first time.My hands traveled over every inch of taut skin I could reach.The feel of him sent an electrical current clear to my soul.One of King’s hands ran from my thigh, over my waist, and to one breast.A pearl of milk came from my nipple when he gently squeezed.He leaned down and licked the drop.

“You taste delicious,” he said.

I rubbed my lower half against his erection.“I promise I feel better than I taste,” I moaned.

He moved over me, his powerful body hard with desire.Usually, we spent time on foreplay, but it had been so long, and I needed him inside me.Slowly, pushing deep, he entered me.I stared into my mate’s eyes.His warmth was quickly turning to a scalding heat that continued to rage.

I lifted my hips, and he started a slow rhythm.I sank my fingers into his hair, and my head went back.He kissed my neck and groaned as our bodies danced to the rhythm within us.

Slow was good but fast was better.I rolled us so I was on top again and showed him exactly what I wanted.My hands went to his chest, and I lowered myself.

“Try to keep up,” I whispered.

I ground against him again and again, his hard length filling me.Our breathing grew ragged as each thrust took us deeper into bliss.I continued riding him until I lost control.He flipped us again and ground into me.My orgasm went on and on.Finally, he joined me and groaned my name.

I lay in his arms, my fingers playing with the hair on his chest.

“I no longer feel my Nova,” I said.

“Did you need her during the fight?”

“No.”

King slipped to my side and looked at me.His finger came out and rubbed across my lips.

“Such a wicked grin,” he said.

“You are once more the leader of the Shadow Warriors.”

He huffed out a laugh.“God forbid,” he said.“What if there is no leader of the Shadow Warriors?We separate from the others and live out the remainder of our lives in peace.I like that idea.”

“It does have a nice ring to it.As the short-term king, you’ll need to tell Beck.The poor man may never recover.”

---