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She sucked in a breath when I allowed her to come up for air, sniffling and blinking away tears. “Did I say you could stop?”
“No,” she whimpered, her eyes flaming as I grasped her chin.
“And you’re still not pregnant,” I tsked. “You disappoint me.”
I slapped her, then shoved her toward my hardness. “Keep going, and maybe you’ll earn my seed.”
“Please, My King, I want it,” she pouted before opening wide and taking me again, quickening her pace.
I flexed my glutes, enjoying the show she put on for me. When my balls tightened, I fisted her hair and yanked her head away. Then, I shoved her backward. “Spread those pretty legs for me.”
Braced on her elbows, she dropped her knees to the side and bared her core to me. I shoved my pants off before ripping my shirt overhead and climbing onto the bed with her. It dipped beneath my weight, and I grasped both her ankles and forced her legs further apart. In one harsh thrust, I buried myself inside her, groaning as her walls clenched me.
“That’s it, milk my cock, baby.” Digging my hands into her hips, I slammed into her over and over again, chasing my release.
“Oh, fuck, Kaz–”
I growled a warning.
“My King. My hero. I belong only to you.”
“That’s right,” I gritted out, thrusts becoming erratic. “Say it again.”
“I belong to you,” she panted, body writhing beneath me.
With a grunt, my cock spurted out ropes of hot liquid, coating her inner walls, and she sucked in a breath, rolling her hips against mine as she begged for every last drop. After the final twitch of my dick, I slipped out of her and off the bed, stalking to the bathroom to wash up. Taya knew better than to move, and no protest filtered over the sound of rushing water as I spun the knobs for the shower.
The hot water wasn’t enough to banish the crazed thoughts from my mind, and every swipe of soap against my body was another idea painting my mind, masterpieces coming to life where I ruled all of Északi and Ruslan was dead.
Ruslan was weak for allowing the other monarchs to keep their positions.
When I was finished, there would be no one left alive to challenge my claim.
41
The first snow of the year dusted across my shoulders as I exited Ryza Citadel, seeking out my mate. We were due to meet with Queen Viktoria this afternoon to discuss the refugees fleeing both the Night and Crystal Realms. The Crystal Fae we’d brought back with us to the Iron Realm had settled along the coast, but with fewer houses and less space to offer refugees, the Iron Realm was not a long-term replacement for their homes. The Day Realm was vast, but the majority was farmland and the crops they produced were essential to the war effort.
Not that we’d be marching anywhere soon with winter descending on the Iron Realm. Unless the Night Fae decided to go on the offensive again in the Day Realm, the army was staying put for the winter. I cracked my knuckles one by one as I made the trek to the stables. Északi was divided in two, with the Night Realm’s hold over the Crystal Realm, and I was displeased with the current arrangement.
At the first sign of fresh green grass, we’d march again and reclaim what we had lost.
In the stables, I found Izidora brushing the long, gray mane of her favorite mare, Mistik. Fluffy white flakes landed on the horse’s mane and in Izidora’s dark chestnut hair. I paused for a moment and drank in the view, feeling like an intruder on the moment of solace my mate sought. Whenever she wasn’t training or with me, she was here, among her favorite animals.
“Once the war is over, I’ll build you a separate stable by Roc Palace where you can keep a hundred horses if you’d like,” I said loudly as I approached, not wanting to startle her.
She shot me an appreciative smile over her shoulder, then returned her attention to her horse. “You know I can feel you coming.”
“I know, but I still don’t want to scare you,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around her from behind and kissing the top of her head.
“Only everyone else,” she quipped, leaning into my embrace.
My hot breath fanned over her ear as I bent closer. “Exactly.”
Izidora shivered, but not from the cold. “Are we going all the way to the Day Realm?”
“Queen Viktoria is coming here, actually. Katrina just sent word,” I replied, giving her some space to work, but my hands lingered on her hips.
“When?” she asked, working the last knot out of Mistik’s mane.
