Page 238 of Filthy Royal

In the meantime, though, he planned to ensure every experience in his bed was just as great an adventure. And equally as memorable.

Which was why, despite that fact that he could have kept tongue fucking her forever, he wrenched his mouth away and gave his female another command. “Stay still.”

Sliding up as far as the restraints allowed, Damien licked the sensitive, quivering skin at her belly—and the length of the taming chain.

Instantly, the vibrations began.

Scarlett moaned low.

He smiled big. “Next time, I’m going to put you on your knees and bind you to the headboard while the taming chain pushes you higher and higher. I’ll keep you on edge for hours until you’re soaked and begging, then I’ll rut and knot your pussy and ass until the next moons’ risings.”

She shivered, her eyes flashing gold and hair fluttering off her shoulders. The headboard crumpled.

Not all the way. Just a few dents. But a sure sign she approved of his suggestion—and his dominance.

“Come here, baby. Time for you to climb on top and bounce that gorgeous body up and down my cock. I won’t stop until I flood your pussy with cum and my knot swells so wide we’re locked together. Forever.”

And that’s exactly what they did. Twice.

Until her body lay limp on his, her face buried in his neck, and he finally felt his chest loosening as the reality that she was here with him, safe and sound, actually sank in.

This was them.

This was going to be their life from now on.

And it was so good. So. Damned. Good.

At present, Maxheim was busy following Darvish’s money trail with Maddox’s assistance to glean more clues to where their half brother had gone. And Nikolai was ironing out any remaining issues with the Brotherhood, ensuring Scarlett, Kadon, and Luc would be safe from their retribution. With Darvish’s vids destroyed, that had gotten a lot easier. It helped too that Kadon was with Nikolai to assure the Brotherhood he had no interest in retaining anything related to his father and was fine ceding the Stormhart holdings to the other warlords. Damien was certain Luc was worried about that choice, but Kadon hadn’t hesitated. All he wanted was the freedom to be who he was, with Luc by his side, and now he had that.

Of course, things were far from perfect.

Darvish had slipped through their fingers, and Zaya was still out there, missing.

However, while that would have sent him into a tailspin not too long ago, he had a different perspective after facing the real possibility of losing Scarlett permanently.

As long as Zaya was alive, there was hope.

As long as he had Scarlett and his family, he knew they’d find their sister and bring her home.

So he would never stop searching for Zaya, but he’d also never stop appreciating what he had right in front of him for as long as he had it.

He’d been so angry when he returned to the Golden Dome.

Primed to spill blood. Out for punishment.

He’d had no clue everything in his life was about to change.

Or that he could be this happy. This crazy in love. This… centered.

The hot-headed frenzy inside him was gone, the need to prove anything to anyone erased.

He understood now what really mattered. And she was pressed against him with such love and trust, her sweet body, and sweeter heart, giving him everything he could ever need.

Then she went ahead and gave him more: snuggling deeper against him, she whispered, “I’m breeding.”

Damien froze. “Say what?”

She pressed her lips to his ear. “I wasn’t sure. But remember how hungry I was? Like Maddox-level hungry? Then, when our bond snapped into place and our fated-mate marks returned, I felt not just our bond, but a new tie as well. It took me a while to realize what…whoit was, but now, I’m sure. We’re having a baby.”

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