“Yeah, a vacation after the wedding. Newlyweds do it.” He gestured impatiently. “You know, travel for fun. Pleasure.”
I let my silence hang in the air for a moment. “For… fun?” The exasperation on his face was too delicious to resist.
“Have you never wanted to explore new places and eat cultural food, stay in cute cozy inns like this one and have lots of sex in a bed that isn’t your own? That’s what people do! Vacation!”
“Perhaps we should just head back to Feravael tomorrow. Attend to our duties.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me! You can handle not working for one day!” He was getting worked up now, and he swung a leg over my hips and straddled me, pinning me down with his small, naked body.
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying. What would there be to do if not for training?”
“What would there be to do if not for training—” He paused. Something must have given me away, because he narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re fucking with me.”
“I am. Well, partially. We do not have this thing you call a honeymoon, but people here do travel for pleasure from time to time.”
“Aeldryc, I can’t believe you played a prank! I feel my influence on you has grown exponentially.”
I laughed. “I do have a sense of humor. Sometimes. Besides, I already told Moerrven we’d stay for a week while he explores this library he’s sure has answers. He gave me a list of restaurants to try and everything.”
Pip lit up. “A whole week?”
“Yes, a week of, what did you call it? Cultural food. Plus, we can go shopping, and maybe hiking up into the mountains, or simply cuddling in this comfortable bed. Your choice. Except for a few meetings with Moerrven, my schedule is wide open. I am at your service.”
He beamed at me and leaned forward, the silver chain from the collar he still chose to wear dangling down and tickling my chest. “At my service.”
“Yes, we can do anything you please. There’s a hot springs—”
“Anything I please?” Pip interrupted. “What if I want to fuck your hole?”
“I’ll tolerate it,” I said.
“How gracious of you, Commander,” he teased. “You’re not even going to fight me on it?”
“I see the way you come apart while I’m inside you, sweetheart. I would very much like to experience having the man I love buried inside me.”
He gave a delighted gasp, clapping his hands as he bounced on top of me. “You want to be the slut.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. But I’ll let you fuck me.” The iron nails on the bed gave an approving hum as I yanked him down for a searing kiss. His mouth was hot, demanding, and I matched him with equal fervor until we both gasped for air.
I tightened my arms around him as he traced my spine down to where the sheet still draped us. “I love you. My strange, impossible human.”
“I love you too,” he whispered back. “Even if you don’t know what a vacation is.”
“That was teasing!”
Pip scoffed. “You have meetings planned!”
“It’s only efficient. Moerrven would have to travel to Feravael otherwise.”
“Once a type A control freak, always a type A control freak,” Pip teased.
“Stop taunting me and fuck me like the slut I’m going to pretend to be. Should I put on shorts and shake my ass?”
He smiled against my lips. I cupped his head and held him there, kissing him roughly before tracing my lips down the smooth curve of his jaw. My teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his throat, and he squirmed. He tangled his fingers in my hair and moaned, grinding against me.
“Wait,” he breathed, tugging softly at my hair. “We had a deal. I top first.”
I pulled back, violet eyes dark with want. “You drive a hard bargain, husband,” I teased, though a smile curved my lips.
