Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
And they were. He believed that to his bones.
In truth, his unease in that moment was not simply this information shared after she went with the other women to meet the Coven.
It was the news that the Beast was amongst them.
Men, he could and would fight, doing this at all times with great confidence he would prevail.
And he was learning his wife had skills and power, which she used deftly, and of which he was tremendously proud.
But Silence flinging balls of fire at sorcerers and Silence facing the Beast were two vastly different things.
“Mars,” she called, and the focus on her he had lost, he again gained.
“I wish to make children with you,” he said softly.
“I know,” she replied in the same tone as her beautiful face grew gentle and her eyes turned quicksilver.
“I wish to watch you grow old,” he continued, moving his hands from her hips to her waist and upward.
“And I the same with you. Both, my darling king.”
He slid one hand up her spine to the back of her neck and around, to cup her jaw while he wound his other arm around her to pull her closer.
“It is a contradiction,” he murmured. “For if this had not befallen us, this fate we share, I would not have met you. But now that it is here, I dread it with a power that is almost paralyzing.”
“We will prevail,” she assured him with a strength in her tone he wished he could find in his heart.
“I have never felt this feeling before,” he admitted.
She cast him a playful grin. “Welcome to the world we all inhabit where we understand we are but human and not gods walking the earth.”
He did not share her humor, but he gave her a smile regardless.
Silence read it was false.
“Mars,” she said soothingly, moving one hand up to stroke along his collarbone.
“I do not mind the weight of Triton on my shoulders, Silence. I mind it on yours.”
“We will prevail,” she repeated, trailing the fingers of her other hand low, down his chest, his stomach and beyond.
“My love,” he grunted when her little hand wrapped around his thickening cock.
She dropped closer, stroking him as she whispered against his lips. “We will prevail.”
He surged into her hand.
Her eyes grew lazy.
He liked that look on his wife, always very much liked that particular look on his wife, so much so, he slid his fingers back into her hair and formed a fist in its silk.
His Silence positioned his hardness to her sex and impaled herself on him.
“Silence,” he murmured against her mouth as she took him, her eyes open, staring into his.
She breathed against his mouth.
He traced his hand at her hip to a cheek of her arse and squeezed encouragingly.
Silence obliged.
“I love you, Mars,” she said.
“And I you, my beautiful Silence.”
She clamped her hand on his neck and moved faster.
“We will prevail,” she gasped, beginning to move wildly atop him, his queen, always running so hot.
“We will prevail,” he growled, assisting her by bucking up inside her.
“The formidables,” she breathed.
“Yes,” he grunted.
And then he felt her sex tighten around his cock, drawing his climax along with hers.
But right before they both gave over, Mars clutched his queen tight in both hands.
For he saw the silver in her eyes disappear completely when they blazed twin flames of fire.
King Aramus
Guest Bedchamber, Sky Citadel, Sky Bay
AIREN
“They have had experience of this. For fuck’s sake, Elena is a bloody warrior,” Aramus groused, pacing the floor before their bed in their bedchamber. “You have not.”
“It was not unknown to us that we would reach this point, my husband,” Ha-Lah pointed out, sitting atop their bed, her legs crossed under her, wearing a brief, surf-blue nightgown that he knew from seeing it right then, but also having seen it before that he liked on her.
Though he liked more taking it off.
She also had a webby, teal shawl wrapped around her arms to keep out the chill.
“It is not. It is also not unknown that I would not like it when we did.”
She sunk her white teeth in her full lower lip.
This was always something he enjoyed watching her do, thinking of those lips under his, around his cock, or just watching them move with her words.
He did not like it in the now.
“Do you not think it’s best you understand the powers you have when you must use them in times like these before you take on more?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she said calmingly, “but I don’t have that choice.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “And that’s the part I do not bloody like.”
His queen threw off her shawl, pushed up to her knees and then fell to her hands, whereupon she crawled to the edge of the bed, calling, “Aramus.”
Due to their current circumstances—his queen travelling distances magically to meet with the Great Coven, learning she must draw in power that might be a burden, and most importantly, the bloody, sirens-damned Beast possibly having risen—the biting of her lip might not have had its regular effect on him.