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The lights flicker, the tingle of power cresting on a wave and blaring to a blinding brightness. A rumble like an earthquake ripples through the room, and the wall to my left splits open. Had I not been riding my way through coming on Leander’s tongue, anchoring myself with his horns, I might’ve thought huh, look at that, a new door. But no, my orgasm throbs in time with the smooth bump of his ring against my clit, and it consumes me.
A pounding in my head doesn’t surprise me, since my whole body’s lit up like a supernova. But when Leander lifts his head to shout “just a minute” at the bedroom door? That shocks the hell out of me.
Someone’s knocking, no, beating on the door to my suite.
“Sire, is everything all right?” Darnell bellows, with Bess yelling right along with him.
“What happened?” My question comes out on a croak.
“Magic,” Leander answers. “You happened.”
“Huh?” I glance at the new crack in the wall, the opening that shouldn’t be there. Beyond the split is darkness.
My minotaur lifts me in his arms and walks toward the bedroom, where Oggie yowls from my pillow. Outside, it seems that Bess, Darnell, and half the servants call out questions and ask for reassurance.
Wait, what the hell? Where are we going? I struggle to tug my dress over my heavy breasts, but it’s no use. My pulse kicks into overdrive at the possibility of being exposed and clearly post-orgasmic in front of everyone, but Leander stops.
“You will not open this door for another five minutes,” he booms. “Meg and I will be in my suite. We are not to be disturbed. Understood?”
“Yes, sire.” A chorus of voices comes from the other side of the closed door.
“We’re going out there?” I ask, my throat tight on nerves. I’m not an exhibitionist. Honestly, it’s taking everything I have not to freak out that Leander can see my boobs, and he just had his head buried between my thighs. “I’m naked.” Yeah, I’m hoping Captain Obvious comebacks haven’t made it to the labyrinth yet.
“Not naked enough,” he says. “But I don’t share you.” He stalks back into the bathroom, toward the new opening in the wall. “We’re taking a shortcut to my suite.”
“Did you rearrange the castle with your magic?” I sound drunk from my amazement. Or the post-climax glow. Or both.
“No.” He crooks his mouth into a slow smile before carrying me into the darkness. “You did.”
13
LEANDER
I push my powers out ahead of us to light the way through the secret passage that Meg created. With my magic, I widen the walls and map a direct route to my suite. No way would I risk anyone seeing my mate while she lolls lazily against my chest, sated and spent.
If there was any doubt in my mind about Meg being my mate, she obliterated it. Her intense orgasm sent a tidal wave of magic through me. I spooled what I could in the bottomless well within my chest. But more spilled over—so much more that she altered the castle itself.
No one but me should be able to change the maze. Yet she did.
She’s my mate who I’ve waited for my entire life, the one who could save my kingdom. Though right now, what matters most is the lingering taste of her on my tongue, the press of her curves against me, the softness of her skin, and the memory of her agreeing she’s mine.
“Talk about an epic first kiss,” she says.
“You did say I could kiss you however I wanted.”
“Mmm.” She tucks her face against my chest. “That was way better than my shower plan.”
“We’ll still get to that,” I promise.
“You going to clean me up?” Her voice comes out deliciously thick with desire, fatigue, or both.
“I prefer you dirty, but I’ll enjoy bathing you.” I pause, letting the echo of my hooves against the stone die. “Though tonguing you was far more enjoyable.”
She snorts a giggle, a light glimmer of glee. I savor the sound and keep it close as I move the last few walls to grant us access to the royal suite. The bubble of the natural hot spring in my bathing chamber splashes and gurgles. Overloaded with magic for the first time in years, I waste powers to turn on the shower, letting the water billow with steam before I set Meg on her feet next to it.
“This green gown was my favorite.” She bunches what’s left of the ruined dress over her nipples, her breasts too large for her to cover with scraps of silk.
“Don’t hide your beauty from me.” The edge of a growl in my voice makes the command rougher than intended, but she drops the silk with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that makes me wonder if she didn’t enjoy the snap. “I’ll bring you more dresses in whatever color you like, so long as you let me look at you now.”
