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Lore

W e dozed and bathed and returned to bed, only pausing to send for food that we consumed in each other’s arms. It was messy and fun, and it made me feel complete, as much as I could with the curse looming over us.

But I didn’t want to dwell on that; I wanted to focus solely on Reyla.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, purring in her ear as she lay in my arms beneath the blankets.

She smiled, tracing lazy patterns on my chest with the tip of her finger. “Us. Our future.”

“What do you see?”

She closed her eyes. “I see you and me, together, ruling Evergorne with fairness and love. I see us fighting side by side, defending our kingdom from any who would dare to threaten it. I see us growing old together, our love stronger each day.”

“I want that too. A future filled with love, with hope, with peace. A future where nothing comes between us.”

Was that even possible? Already, I knew we had to leave my suite. We'd had this time together, but the days were rushing by too fast. Soon, I'd turn thirty and… I wasn't going to think about that until I had no choice. From what I'd discovered in my research, no one else had gotten this far. My father and each father before him had died divided, never knowing true love, never feeling whole again.

Surely that meant the fates were on our side?

She looked up at me with so much hope in her eyes. Was it enough to carry us both? Because mine was thinning. It wasn't easy to hold on, to keep pushing. Had others given up? They might've, and I could not blame them. This curse had haunted my family for too long.

The fates pray it would stop here with us.

“We'll make it happen,” she said. “Together, we can overcome anything.”

“Together.”

“Which means we need to do something.”

I tightened my arms around her. “What position do you want to try this time?”

Her laugh snorted out, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I meant we need to do something about the curse.”

“I was afraid you'd say that.”

“I didn't have time to tell you that I was able to nullify a spell.” She slid from the bed, taking her warmth with her.

“What did you nullify? Because I’ll point out that you haven’t made good on your threat. ”

She sent a pretend scowl in my direction, the glide of her gaze down my body sparking through me once more. My cock responded immediately. “Again?”

“Tired of my gorgeous cock already, wife?”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be tired of cock.”

“ My cock. There’s a fine distinction, and I believe we should name it.” I smirked. “Thoughts on what we could call it?”

“The royal scepter? It's fitting for a king, don't you think?”

I ached to kiss the sly smile off her face. Instead, I stroked my cock, knowing my lovely mate would soon take note and suggest she stroke it herself.

Instead, she opened the closet door and stepped inside to paw through her bags still packed and lying on the floor where our staff had left them. We’d eventually have to let them inside the suite to take care of her things, but for now, it was wonderful to share this time with my wife. Life and all I needed to deal with would be slamming its fist on the door soon.

She poked her head out of the closet that was equal in size to my bathing chamber. “Royal Scepter has a certain gravitas. Should I start addressing it in this way during every engagement?”

“By the fates, please don't.”

“Borgon slayer?” A quick swipe sent the hair off her face, but it would drift forward again. I’d loved watching her ride me with it streaming around her shoulders, her back, and her face. “Your cockiness is effective at destroying enemies. And me, apparently.”

“While I do enjoy feeling you quiver around me when you come, I'll argue that you have destroyed me, not the other way around.”

“And that’s how it should be,” she said much too smugly.

I had to admit she was right.

“Lustbringer?” she said with a muffled laugh. “That seems accurate given its capabilities.” She drew her head out of a deep bag and peered around. “They may not have packed it.”

“Packed what?”

“I think Fire Starter,” she said with a grin. “After all, it ignites me.”

I stroked my cock harder. “Come show me how ignited you are. If you ask in a dutiful voice, I’ll let you ride me.”

“Dutiful, huh?” Her huff rang out. “You're distracting me.”

That was my intention.

“It’s not here.” She returned to stand beside the bed.

I, of course, admired her naked body and rose onto my elbow to stroke my fingertips across her chest, landing on her right nipple that I rolled between my finger and thumb.

Her eyelids slid shut before snapping open again. “Stop it.” With a grumble, she backed away from my reach. She snatched up a thin nightgown someone had thoughtfully laid on the chair. It had remained there, unused, because I couldn’t bear to see her wearing even a stitch of clothing. “I won’t be long.”

“Don’t go,” I called out a touch too plaintively as she strode toward the sitting area. “You don’t even have to ask dutifully. Even if you snarl, I’ll let you ride my fire starter.”

She paused in the doorway and glanced back over her shoulder. “You, my adorable husband, need to wait.”

A flit, and she was gone from my view. Farris must’ve heard us, because he bounded into the room, leaping onto the bed. He sniffed at my ass and brought out my groan when he pawed near my fire starter, before snorting and circling around to settle on the blankets.

Reyla popped back into view again, and that was all Farris needed. He jumped into her arms while she juggled a small book and a velvet bag about the length of my palm .

“My sweet little nyxin missed me so much,” she said, snuggling her face in his neck.

“So did I.”

Her attention wandered to my body, and she gave me a conniving look. “We have a problem. You’ve…deflated.” After placing Farris on the floor, she moved closer. When her sparkling gaze swept across my naked frame, and my cock kicked into action again, her smile grew. “I am going to ride, so make sure your dragon is ready. Does it need a bit of assistance?”

I growled and with a flit, pounced on her, sweeping her up and laying her on the bed where I could pin her to the blankets.

“Not right now, Lore.” She banged the book on my shoulder then thrust it between us. “Don’t you want to know what’s inside her diary? I nullified your mother’s spell, and I’ve got the key.” It dangled along with the ring and pendant between her lush breasts. “It might contain clues.”

“I do want to know what it says, but my dragon is hungry.”

“I suspect your dragon is always hungry.”

“Then feed it, love. That’ll subdue it for a while.”

“For all of a few moments, you mean.”

“Would you want anything less?”

She tossed the book onto the bed. When it landed near where Farris had settled again, he huffed, jumped onto the floor, and trotted into the sitting area where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

Reyla wrapped her arms around my shoulders and with a quick buck, she sent me onto my back, though if she asked, I’d admit that I’d allowed it to happen. I knew all her moves. And adored them all with equal fervor.

When she rose over me and placed the head of my cock at her entrance and plunged her body down, I forgot about everything else.