Page 87 of A Courage of the Chosen

But she’ll see that everything panned out the way it needed to. That everything I’ve done is to set us on a new path.

Did I want to kill her mother and grandmother? It doesn’t make a difference to me. They were in the way of what I wanted, so I dealt with it. But there’s a small part of me that wishes it didn’t happen the way it did. When I focus on it, on the pain those things brought her, my stomach lurches uncomfortably.

I huff out a long breath as I shove the sensation aside and focus on the way the heat of the water soaks into my skin after training with my units. The ones Father still thinks answer to him.

After his last little show, I’ve turned his newest recruits into my own soldiers. I’ve had to tread carefully, since he’s growing suspicious of everyone and it’s slowing me down. But, one by one, they’ve all been touched with my own gifts. About half of our army now answers to my command, and it’s nearly enough.

I only need a little more to put my plans in motion, and then I’m done waiting for her.

Elsie will finally be at my side. And I’ll rule with her as my queen.

She’ll look unbelievable in a crown.

Desire begins to unfurl in my stomach, and it takes me a moment around the shock to work out that it isn’t mine.

I freeze.

Elsie hasn’t sent anything this strong down the bond.

Yet, there it is. Delicious and warm. A beacon that calls to me with each breath.

I know that whatever is happening on the other side of this bridge is going to piss me off, but I cross it anyway.

I’ll take whatever pieces of her I can.

The closer my consciousness gets, the more powerful her arousal becomes, and my hand finds its way to my length, gripping myself firmly at the base.

Pleasure spikes and my body burns.

Fuck.

I’ve missed this.

I move nearer, eking out another inch of space in her mind.

Pumping myself, I close my eyes and pretend we’re together. That she’s here with me, bouncing on my cock the way she did so many times before. I fucked her in the bath a lot, and the water lapped at her body so perfectly that I’d get jealous of the way it caressed her nipples, and would take one into my mouth so it didn’t get all of her.

She’d moan so beautifully for me when I flicked my tongue over the peak. And her cry when I’d bite the sensitive flesh along the side of her breast? I could make a symphony from that sound alone and it’d be all I need.

“Dhia,” I curse as everything in me locks on her. Elsie sends more and more toward me, and I soak it up to a backdrop of filthy images.

When she realizes I’m there, my pulse picks up a notch.

“Tell me, little warrior. Does he make you come as hard as I did?” I goad.

The instant my voice touches her, darker temptation lashes through her body, and it’s almost like I can taste the slickness between her thighs.

My loud moan bounces around the blue-tinged cavern as I fist myself faster and tighter.

She doesn’t shove me out. Doesn’t shut me down, or try to build more walls between us. She leaves me exactly where I am.

I’ve laid a challenge at her feet, and the wicked thing she is, has risen to it making my dick harder than it’s ever been in my life.

My queen has come out to play, and she’s not holding back.

Her desire ratchets up another level and I follow her, willfully ignoring the reality of why she’s feeling the way she is.

She fucking comes. Hard.