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He sighs. “She said if I did not stay by your side and help you ascend the throne, the kingdoms would go to war, and thousands of innocents would die.”
I nod. “That would explain your relentless determination to get me on the throne. What did you think of that prophecy while Belle was still with us?”
“I thought I might have to kill her for you, and it ate at me, often,” he says, his voice dark.
My stomach clenches. “Alastair…you didn’t have anything to do with—did you?”
“Absolutely not,” he growls as he squeezes me tighter. “I’m just as lost as you are about her disappearance.”
“Thank you for telling me,” I say, my heart unburdened by that worry.
“Sleep now, my beautiful wife,” Alastair says as he cups my ass and tucks me against his chest harder. “I’ll do this all to you again in the morning.”
With my thoughts put to rest and my body unwound, I easily drift into dreamless sleep.
Chapter twenty-nine
Alastair
Imake good on my promise. Lily’s screamed twice before breakfast. We find a small stream of frigid mountain water that she warms with her magic, swirling it around us and taking away all the evidence of my claim.
All but one.
My fingers graze the healing punctures on her neck and a tight, possessive desire burns in my stomach. She could’ve healed them completely with her royal bloodline magic, leaving behind a barely there pink scar, but she wants to wear my bite.
The thought has me pushing her down to the grass, making her filthy once more. She screams my name, screams the gods’ names, begs me for release, for relief, and I give it to her.
When she’s lying boneless in the grass, she sighs and laughs. “We’re never going to get back to Fynren at this pace.”
“The throne isn’t going anywhere. We can take our time.” I kiss her orgasm-soaked sex, lapping up the last of her flavor.
She keens and wriggles. “Alastair, please. I can’t—”
“Don’t challenge me, princess. I will accept it and youwillcome again.”
“You’ll be carrying me back to camp,” she giggles.
“I’ll carry you everywhere. If you never want your feet to touch the ground again, I will make it so.” I suck on the bud of her sex, and she whimpers.
“Please. Please, Alastair, please. I’m so hungry.”
I groan into her folds. “Me too.”
I slide a finger inside her and curl along her left wall, just the way I know will make her squirm. She’s trying desperately to pull away from me, but her legs don’t work like she wants them to, and I grin. I’ve become so familiar with the things that make her come undone, I have her at the edge in a few strokes.
“Shatter for me, wife,” I command, and she does.
Her song is loud and seductively sweet. I prefer camping in the woods, because here I can make her scream and share the sounds with only the birds and the trees. I help her clean up once more, cradling her in my arms as we walk back to camp. Kor’Tar whinnies when he sees us. I know he’s wanting to get on the road, to find an inn with a nice mare waiting in the stable.
We eat the last of the cured bear meat with the bread and cheese we purchased in Sovosk, then get on our way. We only make it a few miles before I have Lily pushed up against a tree, taking all of me. I make her break for me again, then spill myself across the bush beside her.
“Why do you do that?” she asks.
I scowl, finding it difficult to think in the wake of what she does to me.
She nods to the white slicking the green and red leaves of the foliage around us. “I was taking the fertility-blocking potion at school; it was mandated. Everyone was fucking there—well, everyone but me.”
I tuck myself away, then kneel between her feet. I kiss her thighs as I pull her trousers up to her hips. “I can’t risk filling you with a bastard, a child that can’t inherit the throne.”
