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I chewed my lip as a flush crept up my chest. “I think I’d like that better.”

Ruslan tsked. “Who knew you were such a dirty little Angel for me?” A hand crept down the sides of my ribs, eliciting a shiver as he trailed his fingers over my hip bones, finding my clit with a finger and pressing. “Is that how you want to be woken up, sprite?”

“Maybe you should experiment with it for a few days. See if that gets me out of bed any faster.” I gasped as he traced my center, wetting his finger before returning it to my clit.

“Then that is how I shall wake you tomorrow.” His finger slipped inside me, curling against the spongy inner wall. “And the day after that.” My legs snapped shut of their own accord before dropping wide. “So wet for me already, sprite. Be a good girl and come quickly so we can greet our guests.”

Another finger joined the first, and I ground against his hand, needing more fullness. Two wasn’t enough, not when I’d been split apart on his thick cock more times than I could remember. “I need more to come,” I begged.

Ruslan removed his fingers, only to bring them hard against my center, drawing a gasping breath from my lungs as I arched off the bed. “I’m going to fill your greedy cunt, and you’ll feel me dripping between your thighs all day. Understood?”

“Understood,” I breathed as he gripped himself and lined up with my entrance. In one powerful thrust, he speared into me, and I was so deliciously filled with him. His hands gripped myhips as he pounded into me from the edge of the bed, and I fisted the sheets to hold myself in place.

“Your breasts look so good bouncing up and down as I fuck you,” he growled, quickening his pace. He hiked one of my legs up toward his shoulder, deepening the angle and sending tingles across my body as my walls began fluttering around him.

“Ruslan,” I moaned his name as he ground his hips against mine, filling every inch of me. His free hand dropped to my swollen clit, rubbing it in a circle to match his hips, and I was so close to coming already. The thread that tied us together hummed excitedly as the tension building in my core ratcheted up to the point of snapping.

He growled his approval when I ground against him. “Come all over my cock, mate. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall apart.”

Mate.

At that word, my body exploded, and stars filled my vision. Ruslan’s strong hands caught my back as I arched off the bed, and he drove his hips up and into me, mercilessly pounding through my orgasm. The world went black around me, and there was nothing but the feel of him inside and around me.

“Fuck, Izidora, I love you,” he ground out, his hips jerking as he released inside me.

My chest heaved, and my eyes fluttered into focus, colliding with his smoky gray ones. I loved Ruslan with every part of me, and yet I couldn’t give him everything he wanted. Not yet. I needed to be certain, especially after my dream, that I was making the right choice.

But was I selfless enough to save the world if that meant choosing the male I loved less?

I had promised Kazimir time alone, and I hoped that would light the path I was supposed to take.

Reaching up a hand to stroke Ruslan’s face, I said, “I love you, Ruslan. You make me feel alive.”

He pinned my hand beneath his, leaning into it. “Let’s get you some food before you start getting grumpy.”

“Hey! I do not get grumpy,” I protested, a grin spreading across my face, even as he pulled out of me.

“Yes, you do, especially with how hard you train.” Ruslan strode to the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth and running it over my body to clean me. Then he tossed it aside and held out his hand to me. “Come,” he said, and I took it, allowing him to pull me off the bed and lead me to the wardrobe, where he pulled out clothes and began dressing me.

I playfully swatted at his hands but allowed him to continue because his careful attention caused my body to hum in the most delicious way.

It was so nice to be taken care of.

Surprisingly,Ruslan and I were not the last to arrive in the dining room with a view that overlooked all of Radence. When the Night Fae spilled into it, nearly half an hour after we did, all but High Lord Kaztar and his wife, Domi, looked like they’d rather be dead than attending breakfast. Liliana’s makeup was smudged and smeared under her eyes, giving her the appearance of a raccoon, while Endre pressed a cool glass of water to his forehead. Kazimir, Viktor, and Vadim were equally as disheveled, though Vadim wore a smug grin as he shoveled greasy food into his mouth.

Anton and Slavian sauntered toward them, offering Vadim a high-five before sticking around to chat. Slavian couldn’t tear his eyes away from Liliana, who gave him more attention thanI thought she would. I elbowed Ruslan in the ribs, jerking my head in their direction. “I’m guessing Anton and Slavian had something to do with why they look like drowned rats?”

He snorted, popping a pastry into his mouth and chewing. “I’d wager they are the cause of it.”

I caught Liliana’s attention, and she excused herself before dragging over to our table and plopping in the chair across from me. “I feel like I could die,” she moaned from where her head was buried in her arms. “Can you please put out the lights?”

I shoved my glass of water in her direction. “Drink this, it will help.”

She picked her head up enough to pull the water in her direction and tilted the glass to her lips. Little rivers spilled over the sides and onto the table, coating her chin along the way. Once she finished it, some color returned to her cheeks. “Why do you look so chipper?” She dried her face, then tucked her chocolate brown hair behind her pointed ear as she regarded me, a slight upturn of her lips betraying her suspicions.

“I got a good night’s sleep,” I lied, a grin tugging at my mouth.

“Did Anton and Slavian drag you to Steel?” Ruslan asked, bracing his elbows on the table as he leaned into our conversation.

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