Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I groaned as he started moving again, working that knot, pulsing it within me.
“That’s my good Little Wolf,” he said, and pumped harder. “Let’s see how long we can keep this going before we pass out from exhaustion.”
Chapter 36
Aurelia
Aweek later and I was still floating on a cloud. My nights with Weston were on a whole different level. Primal desire sang through all four of us, the wolves thrumming with need, the humans unable to keep our hands off each other. It was hot and passionate and wonderful and delicious.
We’d even tried the tying-up thing—first me, then him. Both were damn fun. I’d been a bit of a ghost toward the others, something Hadriel had given me shit for last night when he barged into Weston’s chambers before we retired to bed. He was busy, too, though. He was still checking in the cities and towns, talking to people and learning all the gossip.
At least we both had something to show for it. They’d questioned the one guy he’d found, leading to two more. Hadriel had found another since, delivering her to Weston. One by one, they were ridding the kingdom of all Granny’s spies. Anyone new coming in was watched, the reason plainly given: Granny’s people are not welcome, and if you are with her, you are against us. People seemed okay with that.
Weston was always on edge, though. Constantly vigilant. He would not rest while she was at large. It made me swoon to think about. Granny would have a much harder time than she ever imagined trying to get to me.
I almost dared to dream she’d just give up and let me live my life with the man of my dreams.
“Good morning, Captive Lady,” Vemar said when I stepped out the door. Dark circles ringed his eyes, and he had no pep in his tone.
I stalled. “You okay?”
He sighed and ran his hand down his face. “There was a serious party last night. I had way too much mead, one thing led to another, and suddenly I’m being pounded in the ass by the head maid’s purple strap-on. That thing is unrelenting. Things got a little fuzzy after that. I think I stuck my dick in every single female in the castle, along with a few guys thrown in for good measure. I woke up spooning Calia. I’m hung-the-fuck-over and my dick is rubbed raw. How was your night?”
I blinked maybe a few too many times. “Quiet.” We started walking. “Why don’t you go back to bed? You don’t need to keep my hours, Vemar. I’m used to this. I’m not used to having so much fun.”
“Nah. I’ll grab one of the queen’s hangover elixirs. That’ll do me. Oh, I heard they have people testing your products now.”
“Yeah. We were phase one, I guess, and now the queen is passing them out to volunteers for phase two. If those work, we’ll start trying them out in the various markets. Which reminds me, we need to stop by my room. I need to grab the packaging mock-ups. I want to see if the queen has any notes.”
“You’re on fire.”
“Things go incredibly quickly when I have help. Did Calia mention anything about me?”
“Nope, but she was definitely working off some frustration. I don’t think negotiations are going well between her and Nyfain. For her, anyway. Nyfain holds all the cards.”
“That’s probably my fault. I didn’t even tell Calia I wasn’t accepting her offer. I was so fired up about Granny that I wasn’t thinking about the big picture.”
“Don’t worry about it. They both want you for their own reasons. Let them squabble. So you don’t get training in your fairy magic—so what? You still have the pack, your plants, your food, your art, and your friends. You’ve got plenty.”
I smiled and bumped his shoulder with mine fondly. I understood why Hadriel liked him so much and wanted to always work as a team, even if they were currently going in two different directions. He was kind and loyal and supportive while also being fiery and rage-filled and (still) supportive. Nothing fazed him until he was trying to bust a head in. He was remarkably calm for a dragon.
“This is true.” I laughed.
As we entered the work shed, I noticed a weak, glowing throb of pink lighting up the interior.
“They must’ve picked another couple Moonfire Lily petals to work on,” I said, glancing at the basket in the corner.
In order to gain experience about plants, the ladies tended to read everything they could—which wasn’t much about the Moonfire Lily—and then heavily experiment. They tried everything: when to pick it, how to dry it, maybe not dry it, not burn it. I’d soon be enlisted to try things with my contraptions, adding to their compiled notes about the plants they used. They were a fountain of knowledge, loved their job, and were great at the work.