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“If you start with Paesha, I’m moving out.”
Two more knocks.
“I don’t think you can move out of your own castle, Orin.”
A shadow passed over his face. “Maybe we’ll build a new home and leave this one behind.”
I wiggled, pressing up against him until he groaned, grabbing my hips to hold me there.
“You’re giving mixed signals. You touch my cock with any part of your body and no one’s leaving this bed for at least an hour.”
I thrust my hips forward. “Like this?”
“Seriously, Orin. I can hear you talking.”
I stifled a laugh as he buried his face in a pillow and moaned.
“Welcome to godlyhood.”
He sat up, tossing me to the side in a playful way. “You don’t get to make up words just to tease me.”
“Oh, I’m about ninety-eight percent sure that’s the single perk of being someone’s bonded spouse.”
He gripped the edges of the pillow beside him as Ezra pounded on the door again. With a playful glint in his eye, he tried to swing it at me, but I was faster and ripped it from his hands, hauling it back to smash it right into his face. “Better luck next time, Fluffy Bottom.”
“World’s greatest wife,” he said, rubbing his cheek.
I hauled myself out of the bed. “I’m kind of pissed we spent so much time fighting with knives when we could have been fighting with pillows.”
He laughed. “No, you’re not.”
“No,” I agreed with a smirk. “Not even a little bit.”
“We still need to work on that nickname, though. Pretty sure you can’t just walk around calling Death Fluffy Bottom.”
“Pretty sure I can.”
“Are there workers?” Paesha asked as all four of us sat together in a long, narrow dining hall with nothing more than a table and no less than forty chairs on each side.
Ezra lifted a tray, the rising steam making my stomach groan in response. “No. The castle caters to gluttony. Before, if you were in Death’s favor,” he flourished a hand, “you just asked, and it would appear.”
“And if you weren’t?” Orin kept his eyes locked on the shadows pooling along the floor.
“There are many, many rooms here curated for all kinds of nightmares. I’m sure you’ll be fine, Faber, but ladies, don’t wander.”
Paesha rubbed her hands together, whispering, “Please be sausage, please be sausage.” When she lifted the tray to find fresh greens, she slumped into her seat. “No fair.”
“Ooo. Looks like you’re not in Orin’s favor, P. Better work on that.”
Ezra leaned over to growl in her ear until a blush colored her cheeks.
I lifted the silver tray closest to me, devouring the bright fruit with my eyes before sliding my fork into the fattest strawberry. “You can have my sausage later, too, Paesha.”
Orin’s genuine smile didn’t cover his surprise. “You could hear him?”
I snorted. “No. But it doesn’t take a genius to see the innuendo there. Keep up, Husband.”
Ezra laughed. His whole giant body shook, and the deep sound echoed around the hollow room so beautifully that I froze, staring at him with my eyes wide.
