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Easier said than done—before I can even bark back at him, he comes forward again, and I swing my sword at him. His sword catches mine and forces my sword away. His other hand grabs my wrist and yanks it down. His chest touches on mine.
“Sloppy…” He whispers, his hot breath hitting my closed mouth. “That was a clumsy swing. Keep your balance. If you lose it, then put some distance between yourself and the enemy andthink.Don’t just swing.”
I start laughing quietly and looking up at him.
“Are you that petty that you need to dominate a spar because I gotoneclean hit on you!”
“Well…” Vicmar purrs. “If you’re going to go hard on the spar, you’ll have to hold your own better than that!”
“Fine, then!”
I spin—ripping both my wrists out of his hands, and then bring my sword around in a large swing. It doesn’t hit, but it puts a lot of distance between us. Vicmar grins widely and whips his sword back and forth before readying it again. I mirror him, and we both slowly circle around each other. Then, he pulls the sword back and surges toward me again. I brace myself and then block it. After I block it, I draw my sword back and thrust it forward. He slips it, but I keep stepping forward, and as I get close to him, I stick my leg out behind one of his. He stumbles over it but manages to keep his balance. But I keep my assault going, trying to draw my sword back for another swing. As I sweep it across, toward his face, itclangsagainst Vicmar’s sword.
Damn! I thought I’d taken him off guard enough for that to get through!
His sword pushes mine down. I try to move it away so I can wield it again, but he’s keeping my blade away. I thrust my knee up, but Vicmar is quick enough to loop his arm under my leg and move it aside. Now, he’s standing so close to me, his hips nestled between my standing leg and the one he’s holding under the thigh, his other hand still knocking my sword away.
“Well,” he purrs. “Definitely do not dothatto Dralis!”
I give him a sneering smile and try to pull my leg back, but his smile widens and he keeps his grip on me.
“Vicmar!” I insist playfully. “Let me go!”
He just chuckles. He strides forward, and my single foot can’t keep me standing—as my foot scrapes over the ground, Vicmar lifts me up until my back softly hits something, and I’m rested against a wall, him pinned against me. My stomach gives a little flicker as he presses himself into me. I just grin and open my hand, letting my sword fall to the ground with a clatter. I hear his sword hit the floor soon after, and I link both of my hands around the back of his neck and hang from there. His lips touch mine, and I sigh against his lovely mouth. I open my mouth a little, and his lip dips into my mouth. I can hear the sounds our lips make as they lock, and every time it hits my ears, a shudder of pleasure tingles through me. I fold into him, and he kisses me again. He deepens the kiss, his wet tongue hugging around mine for a long moment. A sharp shudder of delight crackles through me like a bolt of lightning—I have to break the kiss for a breathless moan. Vicmar purrs a laugh at the back of his throat, and his nose trails lightly over my face, taking in a deep breath in my hair.
I laugh lightly.
“Now, you don’t dothatto Dralis!” I murmur.
Vicmar gives a chuckle.
“Oh, no!” he replies. “Don’t even talk about him right now!”
I cackle, and that turns into a sigh of pleasure as his lips glide over my neck. But before he does anything else, he pauses and then moves his sweet mouth to my ear.
“You’re so much better than you were before,” he says. “But I will protect you. No one will touch you, Ebelor. I promise you that.”
I just hum contentedly, enjoying the feeling of his warm arms around me. He kisses my neck.
“I don’t remember the last time I was this happy,” Vicmar murmurs to me. “I may haveneverbeen this happy in my entire life. It was always just responsibility and duty. But I finally have tasted happiness—solely because of you.” He kisses my neck again. “Thank you.”
I smile wider and run my hands through his hair.
“Me too,” I reply softly.
Chapter 26 - Vicmar
The time is coming. Soon, the battle will be here, and either we win right here, right now, or we all die.
Her hand is in mine, and I give it a squeeze. Ebelor looks at me and smiles nervously.
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her.
She just takes a deep breath and releases it slowly.
“Just let me know when I need to replenish the electrical wall,” she answers.
I nod, then look over the battlements. Our remaining army looks slim compared to the sprawling mass of soldiers below the castle. They’re waiting for the electrical wall to simmer down—it’s gone from a gigantic, white circle of lightning around the castle, almost too bright to look at, to a dull yellow ribbon, with only errant sparks keeping them away. They’re waiting for it to die down before they come in.
