Page 211 of Night's Fall
Something that said, “Stayaway, the beings who live here do not want you here.”
It felt safe to me.
It seemed like the place, if his dragon was a human (which he was), would drag my dragon if she was a human (which she was), to keep her sheltered, protected, happy.
In fact, it was my beast who signaled her adoration of the castle beforeI’dstepped foot over the threshold.
Sure, it was situated in the middle of a public park.
But the airspace above it was a no-fly zone, there was a tall, spiked, iron fence around the perimeter, the gardens and grounds were enormous, so there was a sense of privacy, no matter how public its situation, and it was protected 24/7 by theRS, even when no one was in it.
It felt like an island of protection surrounded by a stormy sea, a lot like theCelestialPalace, but without all the staff bustling about, and, well…an actual sea.
I loved it.
We arrived here for a tour yesterday evening after our media thing was done (we didn’t get to aPalacetour, the queen andGermainewanted to have a post-interview “debrief”).Also, afterMadamGarwahcame to thePalacefor my final instruction.Andlast, after we had dinner with the king, queen,Aleece, andErroljoined us (on his best behavior, and the male actually spoke to me this time, but since it was “Canyou pass the butter?” and my subsequent attempts to engage him in conversation came to naught,Idecided it didn’t count).
Timothee took dinner in his room (no surprise, andIsuspected, no loss).
During our tour, once we hit the master bedroom, with its huge bed draped in swags of glimmering pewter velvet, flanked by massive crenelated black columns, the headboard a work of art of silver inlay, immense shields and rosettes, all of this beckoning me to do naughty things to my mate, the tour stopped and the sex-a-thon started.
Aleksei was not telling the full truth about fucking for eleven hours, though.
I’d passed out somewhere in there but had awoken that morning to pop to the loo and returned to deliver a blowjob upon my mate and start the sex festivities again.
I lifted my head to look down at him. “Colorme stunned.IguessIhave a hint of a goth gal in me.”
“No,” he murmured. “I’mnot surprised,bissi.Outsideof theClanCaves, this is the only royal property whereIever felt truly at home.”
Interesting.
“I’m not surprised about that either.It’sall the black and purple in the design scheme,”Iteased.
He smiled. “Mycreature is definitely comfortable here too.Yoursas well.”
I nodded to confirm what he sensed from my beast, somethingIsensed from his as well.
“So we’re decided?” he asked.
I frowned.
He slid a hand between us to cup my breast, idly thumbing my nipple.
Idle for him, not so much for me.
I squirmed.
“You’ll miss the penthouse,” he guessed.
“It’s kind of our place,”Isaid.
“You can have a studio here,” he noted. “There’splenty of room to set one up.”
I shook my head. “Idon’t want to give up my studio, if that’s all right.Everythingis just asIneed it there.”
“You can have what you want,Laura.Andwe can keep the penthouse.It’sin the north of the city, your loft and studio are in the south.Thisis in midtown.Wecan use whatever is convenient.”
I grinned and joked, “Onlya royal prince would find a ten-minute craft trip inconvenient.”
