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I looked at the Night Fae female I’d grown more than close with in her time in the Iron Realm, her seafoam green eyes shining as if she couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
“We have to get you back into training as soon as possible,” I told her, earning a laugh.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve already heard that and it’s only been a few hours.” She tucked a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear with a playful glance in her mate’s direction.
“Well, it’s true. We’ll go back to our normal routine. Strength with Ruslan in the morning, sparring after lunch, and magic with Zuriel in the evening.”
She exhaled, long and slow. “You have no idea how much I want everything to be normal again. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
I quickly checked in with Ruslan, who nodded in confirmation of what I suspected. “I’ll make sure Rares is mixing his Demon blood drinks more frequently. Xorrek and Gozzak won’t mind offering more blood.”
She nodded, and finally I dropped her hands and settled my attention on Ruslan. “I hear we’re also going to the Day Realm?”
“With Izidora awake now, I want to go with protection. Who knows what kind of shit the Night Realm will pull. I have no doubt they’ll find out and show up,” Ruslan growled, clenching the back of the couch so hard that his knuckles turned white.
“Do you plan on moving us or will we ride the whole way?” I clarified.
He cracked his neck, vertebrae by vertebrae. “Half and half. I don’t want to exhaust my magic in case we need it, but I want more time with her here.” The look he offered Izidora could have melted even the most dug-in glaciers in the Agrenak Mountains.
“Noted. In the meantime, we’ll get Izidora strong again.” Rising to my feet, I surveyed my little family, the people I would gladly give my life for – Liliana included. Winking at her, I asked the group, “Who wants to celebrate?”
5
Taya whined the entire time I packed my bags to leave for Zheka, the capital of the Day Realm, where the little princess was to be presented to the world in two months’ time. The worn leather saddlebags I’d used for years groaned as I stuffed clothes into them, followed by the jewelry I’d claimed as my own from the Royal Treasury. Impressions were important, after all. And Taya was not giving me a good one as she begged once again.
“Why won’t you make me your queen? I don’t care that you want to fuck the others. We have so much fun as a group,” she purred, running a sharp nail along my arm.
“I don’t have time for this conversation right now,” I grumbled in response, buckling the strap to secure the opening of one of the bags.
“If you made me your queen, you’d be able to take me along to events like these,” she continued, ignoring the warning in my tone.
I was on her in an instant, pinning her beneath my weight while she sank into my bed. My hand formed a ring around herneck, and her golden eyes flashed with desire. “First, carry my child, and I’ll consider it.”
She spread her legs wide, wrapping them around my hips and pulling me in closer. “Come inside me again before you go, then.”
My cock was harder than my sword as she whispered those words through the constriction on her throat. Angrily, I used my free hand to unbutton my pants and free my cock, only lifting my weight long enough to flip up her dress and insert myself inside her. She wore nothing beneath the thin dress, and I growled my approval as her pussy soaked my cock.
The thrusts I delivered were so brutal that they threw her backward on the bed, and I had to chase her to it to keep fucking her. “You want my seed?”
“Yes,” she whimpered when I released her neck.
In my mind, aquamarine eyes replaced gold, and the red ribbons that fanned around her head darkened to a deep chestnut. Her breasts bounced in the thin straps that held them up, and I leaned my head down to bite the pebbles peeking through them. She cried out, and I slapped her before capturing her chin in my hands.
“Who do you belong to?” My voice dropped to a sinister level.
“You,” she panted, her walls beginning to flutter around my cock. “Harder.”
I obliged her plea, forcing her mouth open and my fingers inside it while I speared into her, seating myself to the hilt and circling my hips. She gagged as I forced my hand deeper, but she did not ask me to stop. Instead, she pushed her hips into mine to deepen our connection.
“Good girl,” I praised, removing my fingers from her throat and allowing her to breathe again. “Your breath is mine. Your body is mine. I own you.”
She nodded, her eyes blown out with lust. I slapped her again. “Say it.”
“You own me,” she repeated back, giving me the words I needed to hear to come.
My balls tightened, cock thickening inside her. Her moans became erratic as we chased our releases, and with a roar, I found mine, filling her with ropes of hot seed.
The pulsating sensation sent her over the edge, and she cried my name. “Kazimir!”
