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“I will have a child,” he said. “And if you perform this well every time we meet…”

“I will, Majesty,” I moaned. His thumb swept over my aching clit, and I cried out into the coverlet as he pulled his hand away and allowed me to fall on my side on the bed.

“Liana,” he murmured as he re-tied his breeches and washed his hands in the basin of water that had been left for me. “I will remember your name.”

“Thank you, Majesty,” I breathed.

He brought me the goblet of wine that he had been drinking from, and I sat up and brought it to my lips.

“You have earned a night of rest,” he said. “But I shall return in the morning.”

I nodded. I didn’t know how often the king visited his concubines, but if he was as eager as Artin implied, perhaps this would be a daily occurrence.

I had to trust that my body would comply with my own wishes and that there would be a child before the new moon rose over the city. I had thirty days to prove my worth to him. Thirty days to make him never wish to be parted from me.

“Will you not stay, Majesty?” I asked.

He looked at me strangely and then chuckled. “Ambition looks well on you,” he said, but he picked up the silver key from the table and unlocked the chamber door. As he departed, he looked back over his shoulder at me briefly before it closed.

I drained the cup of wine and hugged my knees to my chest. My whole body ached, but it thrummed with the intensity of my release and the knowledge that I had been chosen.

Me.

That I had made one of the Kings of the Jeweled Throne lose his composure. It had only been for a moment, but I had undone him just as easily as he had pulled me to pieces and then stitched me back together again.

My pussy throbbed, aching to be filled again.

If this was the side-effect of the goblin’s tea, I wanted more. Would Artin get it for me if I asked? Or would I have to write to the goblin to beg for his herbs once more?

I scrambled off the bed and walked on unsteady legs toward the table that held the jug of wine and filled the cup again.

This time when I stood in front of the fire, the heat stung the places on my ass where the king had spanked me, and I relished the burn of it. He had marked me in more ways than one, and I yearned for his next visit with an eagerness that I hadn’t anticipated.

The child might have been my goal, but I would enjoy making it, too.

CHAPTER FIVE

Theroomwasstilldark in the early hours of the morning, but it was the pressure of the bed moving beneath me that jostled me from sleep. Through the fog of my exhaustion and the stiffness in my limbs, I barely registered the warmth of bare skin against mine and the pressure of a hand as it smoothed over my side and down my flank.

The touch was familiar and sensual, and I arched back into it, moaning as long fingers caressed my pussy from behind and slid inside, first one, then two, moving in a gentle rhythm that I pressed into with a sleepy, languid eagerness.

Lips pressed against my shoulder and teeth bit down as I moaned and moved my leg to open my pussy to the pleasurable assault that was taking place.

“That’s right,” he murmured in a voice that sent shivers up my spine.

The thick head of the king’s cock pressed against my pussy, and I arched back to encourage him. He pressed me down into the softness of the mattress and drove his cock deep into me with a choked groan.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he grunted. “But I could think of nothing but filling your womb with my seed—”

The furious pace of his strokes made me breathless, and the weight of his hand on my back trapped me against the mattress as he took me, hard and unrelenting. I didn’t want softness. I wanted to be ravaged and used, and this king was a conqueror.

“Yes,” I groaned as his hips slammed against my ass again and again. “Fill me, Majesty… put a child in my belly.”

His cock twitched inside me and he let out a shuddering groan as he came, his hand tight on my ass. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper as the hot spurts of his cum filled my pussy.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my shoulder before he withdrew and left me panting on the bed.

“Artin doesn’t know I’m here,” he said as he pulled his tunic over his head and smoothed his dark hair back from his forehead. “I didn’t have the patience for ceremony and propriety, but I wanted to fuck you before I went hunting.”