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“I’m going to come,” I said. My head was spinning, and my cock was pulsing. I gripped her, pulling her head back, exposing her neck.

“Bite me,” she said. “Take my blood and fill me with your come.”

I had no control. I bit into her neck, and she came, her muscles clenching around my cock. My release shot through me and I shuddered, allowing a guttural sound to escape my mouth as it filled with her blood. We stayed still, locked together, bodies flushed, drenched in sweat as I took long pulls from her, ceasing only when my cock grew soft inside her.

I kissed her neck and then her mouth, my body melting into hers. She let me rest my head against her breasts, her hands smoothing my hair.

After a moment, she spoke, voice heavy with sleep.

“What will you do about Solaris?” she asked.

I lifted my head and looked at her.

“I don’t like his name in your mouth,” I said.

“I don’t like his presence in my castle,” she countered.

“Should I feel offended that you are thinking about him so soon after our lovemaking?”

“Is your confidence so lacking?”

I chuckled and then kissed her. After a moment, I answered her question. “I will kill him. When the time is right.”

“When will that be?”

I stared down at her, sensing her anxiety.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” I said quietly.

Her eyes were dark. “Adrian,” she whispered, shaking her head. “He already has.”

***

Isolde’s body cradled against mine, and for a while, I listened to her breathe, but I had one matter to attend to before daylight. I rose from bed, pulled on my clothes, and left her room.

I met Daroc at the bottom of the stairs.

Neither of us spoke; he only lifted my sheathed sword to show he had brought it. Together we headed for the courtyard where my noblesse usually gathered on celebratory evenings, drunk and laughing, amongst them Razan.

“Remember when our king would join us?” one was saying. “Now he fucks his wife and stays in her warm bed.”

“You cannot blame him,” said another. “She is beautiful.”

“Ah, yes, but that mouth,” Razan said, pausing to laugh. “If I had my way, I’d fuck her mouth every night, fill it so full of my come, she could barely breathe. Maybe that would keep her silent.”

I entered the courtyard, my stride slow and calculated.

Razan’s back was to me, and when the other noblesse went silent, he twisted around to look at me.

“King Adrian! Have a drink!”

He rose to his feet to face me, a wooden goblet in hand. When I did not respond, his dark brows lowered over his bloodshot eyes.

“You seem tense,” he said. “What’s wrong? You need me to teach your wife how to suck your dick?”

I reached for my sword, which Daroc had readied. The blade rang in the night like a bell, clear and cold, silenced only when it met Razan’s flesh and bone.

His head hit the ground with a wet thud, rolling until it faced down on the stone ground.