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“Good girl, take all of me deep in that sweet pussy of yours,” I praised, gritting my teeth and trying to hold off until she was ready.
“Ruslan,” she whimpered, then kissed me again, ass bouncing up and down. I pinned her face to mine with a firm grip on the back of her neck, the other hand finding her lower back and forcing her lower on me. She could barely breathe as I licked and sucked her lips, and I held her there until I was certain she was about to fall off the edge. The moment her walls clenched, I released her so she could ride the wave of her release. Her brows pinched and she threw her head back, whole body trembling as she came. “Fuck, yes, Ruslan, you are my God.”
“That’s it,” I growled, finding her hips and keeping her in place while I dragged out her orgasm. “Keep taking my cock. That’s my good girl.”
She cried out, my praise taking her over the edge again, and this time, I followed her over it. My balls tightened, and then I throbbed inside her, body jerking until I was utterly spent. She collapsed over my chest, sweat slicking both our bodies. Our hearts beat in sync, slowing at the same pace as we laid there in utter bliss.
It had been a big day – fuck, a big year – for both of us, and down the bond, I sensed that Izidora was exhausted. Gingerly, I picked us up from the ground and carried her to our bed. “You might need help taking this off,” I smirked, hands reaching around the back of her neck to unclasp the collar that held the jewels to her chest.
“Thank you,” she sighed, allowing me to take care of her. My mate was strong and powerful on her own, and the fact that she trusted me enough to surrender to my ministrations spoke volumes about how far she had come since our first meeting.
Kissing her on the forehead, I removed the gems, then the remainder of the fabric left beneath them. Her aquamarine orbsglittered up at me, and a smile spread across her heart-shaped face. “I love you, Ruslan.”
59
One Month Later
“My King,” a servant called, racing down the halls of Este Castle. The male wore the new livery with House Zadik’s emblem, a wolf howling at the crescent moon.
“Yes?” I said, pausing my walk and allowing him to catch up to me.
The shock from Izidora and Ruslan naming me king of the Night Realm at the conclave hadn’t worn off yet. Reuniting with Viktor and Kaztar hadn’t helped either, especially as we shared our grief over the loss of Vadim. But the pain of his loss was nothing compared to the news of my parents’ execution under Kazimir’s orders in response to my leaving the Night Realm.
Even now, tears pricked my eyes at the thought of everyone I had lost in the past year and a half. War had torn Északi apart, and now we were trying to piece it back together, to heal as a people, rather than four separate realms.
The male skidded to a stop, his dark skin and golden hair signaling his Day Fae heritage. “Taya needs to speak with you, urgently.”
Sighing, I pushed my messy locks out of my face and nodded. “Lead the way.”
The halls were quiet at this time of the evening, most having retired after dinner. It wasn’t a huge affair, informal at best most evenings. I couldn’t bear to have all eyes on me, not when I was still processing everything that had happened.
We slipped into a sitting room reserved for nobility, but not often used. “Thank you, you may go,” I told the servant, and he shut the door behind us softly.
“Taya.” I greeted Kazimir’s former lover with ice in my tone.
Her red hair was tied back, and her golden eyes were swollen and watery. She nervously smoothed her hands over her dress. “My King,” she said finally, dipping into a quick curtsey.
“Did you need something?” I asked, exhaustion weighing down my bones.
She twisted her fingers together before smoothing them over her stomach again. “I’m pregnant,” she declared. “So are the others.”
My brows shot up my forehead. “How many?”
“Five, total,” she admitted, looking down at her feet before meeting my gaze again. “We need to leave the continent. Go somewhere else and start over.”
That was a plan I could agree with. I hadn’t been sure how to deal with Kazimir’s harem when I returned to Vaenor, so I’d sent them to live in the city, hoping they’d move on with their lives.
“How much gold do you need?” I asked. There wasn’t an amount I wouldn’t give to have them out of here.
She told me her number, and I promised to send it to her, along with arranging passage on the first ship that could carry them to another continent.
With a watery sniff, she departed, and I sank into a chair, needing a moment alone.
Still fucking cleaning up Kazimir’s messes.
At least Ruslan had executed Desmond immediately after Viktor surrendered, and I didn’t have to deal with the devious Mage. Just the fucking harem.
Rubbing my eyes, I gathered myself and slipped back into the halls in search of a few discreet servants. I sent three to the docks to secure passage, then wound my way to the Royal Treasury, unlocking the vault and taking the money I knew I could spare and slipping it into five leather pouches.
