“My king,” she whispers, kissing my neck.
I kiss the mark I placed on her tonight and she lets out a sexy moan that lets me know this break won’t last very long. We’re going to be back at it in no time.
“My queen,” I whisper as I hold her tight. “Get ready for the best week of your life.”
“Every week with you is the best week of my life,” she whispers.
I grin, knowing what she doesn’t.
This week will be somethingentirelydifferent.
Chapter Twelve
Morwen
“Enough,” I gasp as I drop onto the bed, shivering with another intense orgasm. “Enough.Please.”
Alaric pulls out of me with a primal growl.
“I can’t,” I say, pulling my legs into the fetal position and rocking myself on the bed. “It’s been six days and nights.”
Six days and nights of sex, almost every waking moment. It felt like we were in an insatiable sexual trance, but now I’m out of it.
I need a break.
I need sun. And sleep. And fresh air.
And my poor pussy needs a rest. It wasn’t built for such tremendous, unyielding action. It went from years of nothing to nonstop pounding.
It felt incredible, but I’m exhausted.
“We’ll eat and then go again,” Alaric says, making his way to the door.
I watch him walking with that big muscular back, firm ass, and thick powerful thighs, and a part of me wants to submit to him. A part of me wants him back on top of me, thrusting mercilessly as I claw his shoulders and scream in his ear.
But I need a break.
He opens the door a crack and brings in the tray of food the royal servants left for us.
I sit up and hold the blanket to my chest, hiding my naked breasts before he decides to ditch the food and feast on me instead. I wouldn’t be able to say no. This Wolf King is irresistible.
“I think…” I say, breathing heavily. “It’s time to move on.”
He gives me those sad puppy dog eyes and I almost crack.
“We can still have sex,” I say, picking a strawberry off the plate and taking a bite.
His nostrils flare as he watches my mouth. Probably a bad choice of fruit.
“But I’d like to see the outside world again,” I say, putting the half-eaten strawberry down. “Don’t we have some kinging and queening to do?”
He reaches out and puts his hand on my neck, gently rubbing his thumb over the mark he left on me. It gives me a warm shiver.
“If you’re ready to leave, my queen,” he says, looking at me with so much love in his eyes my heart may burst, “then I’m ready to leave with you.”
“I lasted as long as I could,” I say, watching as he takes a bite of a ripe peach. The sight gets me going down there with the way the juice is dripping off his lips. “But I’m a human. We’re weak.”
“You are not weak,” he says with a growl. “You are the most formidable woman I’ve ever met.”
