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She gasped, stars shooting across her vision.
“Is this what you want, darling?” he asked, kissing behind her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
“All of you, Zarin,” she said, panting as her body tightened with need. “I want all of you. Fast. Hard.” She tugged at his hair as he slowed to nibble at her neck. “Now.”
“Ask and you will receive,” he said, nipping her earlobe as he slammed his length back into her. He slid a hand behind her head, the other moving to her lower back, protection from the rough bark of the tree, and began to move, his pelvis driving against hers with each pump of his hips.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on, her teeth sinking into the meaty part of his shoulder as the pressure inside her grew. He swiveled his hips, rubbing the length of his vibrating cock against the most sensitive parts of her until she saw stars. Her body clenched around his, her muscles contracting as she pulled him into her orbit and, together, they exploded.
11
ZARIN
He could barely believe how perfect she was. He couldn’t stop reaching out to touch her as they set their clothes to rights. She kept giving him little glances that, if he hadn’t just had his world blown away by this woman, he’d have her naked and up against a tree again in a heartbeat. His cock tried to rally, but gave no more than a sad twitch.
Soon, he promised himself. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere. While he had faith in the power of his cock and his ability to give her all the orgasms she wanted and deserved, he knew that what had truly convinced her to stick around was the sorry state of his mother’s olive trees and what needed to be done to ensure the survival of the ancients at the heart of the grove. His brows drew together as he watched her pat the trunk of the old tree they’d fucked against, obvious love and affection in her touch.
Was he jealous of a tree? Surely not. He wanted to thank the ancient for helping him out this morning. Hells, he’d plant a thousand more trees if it meant she stayed with him. They’d make naked outdoor sessions like this their thing, so she could be close to her trees and he could be close to her.
He scrubbed a hand through his hair, tugging at the tufts on the end of his ears. Fuck, he was so far gone on her, it wasn’t even funny. He wanted to marry her, to fill her with his babies, to make her laugh and tease her, to make love to her and give her as many orgasms as she desired. He would do anything to ensure she felt the same.
Behind him, someone gave a polite cough. He turned to see Iraj, standing at parade rest.
“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Iraj said, his eyes glimmering with humor.
Zarin growled at him.
“Here to give us a ticket?” Seraiah said, gracing Iraj with a wicked grin as she threaded her fingers through Zarin’s, her bright scent suffusing his senses.
Iraj snorted, covering it up with a cough.
Zarin narrowed his eyes at him, daring him to say something. They would have words if Iraj embarrassed Seraiah.
“No ticket today, ma’am,” Iraj said, ignoring Zarin’s glare and returning Seraiah’s grin with a cheeky salute.
She playfully smacking Zarin’s arm. “See, I told you there was such a thing as kingly privilege.”
“And I told you I’d gladly pay that ticket,” he reminded her, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand.
She blushed and ducked her head, her teasing boldness overcome with a flush of abashment. He loved the interplay between the two sides of her. As she grew more comfortable with him and his people, he bet her bolder side would make more frequent appearances. He looked forward to it.
Giving her fingers a squeeze, he turned his attention to Iraj. “Report.”
Squaring his shoulders, Iraj said, “Reports of an attack, majesty. A homestead about five klicks from the edge of town. No survivors.”
Seraiah gasped, a hand going to her throat. “Trolls?” she asked.
“Or bandits. As you probably know, ma’am, the mountains are lousy with both,” Iraj said. “Sir, I request permission to take a team and suss out the situation.”
Zarin could say no. After all, Iraj was the head of his personal guard and tracking bandits and trolls didn’t technically fall under his purview. He also knew that Iraj was bored as shit in this job. The first cycles of Zarin’s reign had been difficult and filled with danger, but now that things were settling into place, the job no longer held the challenge Iraj needed to stay interested. And Zarin wanted his friend to stick around, even if that meant throwing him at some trolls.
“Granted. Assemble a team and head out as soon as you’re ready.” He paused, eyeing Iraj. “Safe home.”
“Majesty,” Iraj said with a smart salute. “Damsa will hold the fort while I’m gone.”
Zarin waved him away. “Go. We’ll be fine.”
Once they were alone again, he turned to Seraiah. “Ready to head to the palace?” he asked. “I’ve sent word that you are to be pampered within an inch of your life. Clothes printers are standing by, ready to outfit you with whatever you desire.”
