Page 47 of MidKnight
Ryan nodded. “We had Wyle put the spell on us about a week after you’d fled. It was just the four of us. We had to band together and run this country. A mute, a bastard prince, a farm boy, and a noble politician.”
I gripped Ryan tighter, fear replacing my earlier emotions. My knights were vulnerable. Four times as vulnerable as I’d ever thought. “That just makes me want to recall you to the palace and never let any of you leave.”
Quinn. Quinn’s out there. Near Cheryn’s soldiers. When a mad djinni might have been sent to kill me; my thoughts tripped over one another.
Ryan grinned. “Little Dearling, you’re adorable. But you don’t need to worry. Dec’s a smart guy. He looked into all this before we did it. And this spell has made us stronger. We work together better. We trust each other. We’re far more cautious about everything. It’s a good thing.”
“Why haven’t any of the others told me about this?” I grumbled.
Ryan’s lip quirked up. “They’re afraid of you.”
I pushed on his chest. “They should be. Now I wanna lock you all up in the dungeon.”
“Declan might be into that,” Ryan kissed my neck. “I’d rather see you wearing shackles.”
I moaned.
Ryan’s kisses had nearly convinced me to put off running to Cerena for a counter-spell when a knock at the door interrupted us.
“Shite.”
Ryan laughed, “Come on, Little Queen. Someone needs you.”
I looked down at his stiff cock. “Don’t you need me?”
“Always. But we have a kingdom to protect.”
I groaned, “Always with the responsibility.”
“A queen’s work—”
“If you quote my mother while we’re naked, I’ll kill you.”
“Then you’ll kill us all.”
I hopped down and smacked Ryan on the ass. “Not funny!”
His eyes grew wide. “Did you justspankme?” He straightened, letting his angry dominant persona shine through.
I giggled and ran toward the dressing room. “Yup. And you can’t do anything about it because you want me to be responsible!”
“Sard!”
Chapter Eleven
It took a few minutes for a blushing Ginnifer to get me dressed and fix my hair. I had no doubt she’d heard everything that had happened between Ryan and me. At first, I was a bit embarrassed. But after Ryan walked into my dressing room, fully clothed, with bedroom eyes still in full force, I completely forgot about being self-conscious. I was too busy trying to keep my lady parts from soaking my skirt.
“Willard and Quinn’s man are outside,” Ryan watched as Ginnifer tightened the strings on my corset, pushing my breasts upward. He licked his lips and I cursed my crown. I wanted nothing more than to let him ride me over and over into glorious oblivion.
“Damn,” I bit my lip.
“Did I hurt you, Your Majesty?” Ginnifer shrank back.
“No. I just don’t want to deal with this idiot,” I said.
“Lord Willard is a bit of a dunderhead,” my maid confided as she grabbed me a new gown. It was the most I think I’d ever heard her say.
“And why do you think that?” I was curious.
