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“Crowning you as a D’Keghan princess. The wedding. The reception. I know it’s a pain in the ass, but our custom requires it. It would be over before you knew it.”
“Crowning?”
Levy slid his gaze to me. “I’m next in line. Since I’ve claimed you, that makes you the D’Keghan future queen.”
I cringed.
“Freaking out?”
“Very.”
“We’ll take it slow, and hope my parents live forever.”
“Oh boy. Can I kill you instead? This queen-thingy sounds like too much responsibility. I’m not up to it.”
Levy laughed. “Cute. Can you really kill me? Do you have the heart to do it?”
“No,” I answered in a small voice.
“I thought so.”
I ran my hands through my hair, exhaling a deep breath. Two hours earlier, I dreaded my future because I’d lost the best job in the world, and now I owned Orient Fevre and would become the future queen of D’Keghan. To be honest, this whole thing freaked me out.
I sat up, watching Levy, who played with the long curls of my hair. He smiled, his blue eyes watching me with amusement
and curiosity. I ran my fingers across his broad chest, his chiselled jaw, his sensuous lips. I cleared the stray hair from his face. He was a handsome man, Levy Frye, a dominant draconian who’d turned my world upside down. My accidental husband.
I leant down and kissed him on the lips. Soft fluttery kisses. My heart trembled and my pussy throbbed wanton aches. I could feel our bond, silly as it sounded. Maybe soul mates did exist. I could get used to having Levy in my bed every night and waking up every morning, greeted by his killer smile. I could get used to this, having him in my life and becoming the centre of my universe. And all I needed to do was dare to take the chance.
I cleared my throat and stole a glance at his cock. He was hardening again, ready for a second helping.
“So, Lev, is it true when you’re in a mating cycle, my birth control device could be obsolete?”
He purred, eyes glittering like a supernova. “Hayworth told you that?’
“Yeah.”
“Give me two or three more dips, and I’ll make you pregnant in no time.” He sat up and pecked a kiss on my lips. “Let’s have a shower and have some nice wet shower sex. We’ll work on the details of getting you pregnant.”
“I don’t have much of a choice anytime you want something, do I?”
“No, ‘cause I know you want it, too. I only make your life simpler.”
I laughed, looping my arms around his neck. “I think I love you, Levy Frye.”
“Good. ‘Cause you’re mine forever, Violet Cross.”
“’Til death do us part?”
“Forever, I said. Not even death can part us.” He climbed down the bed and rummaged his clothes. He fished a gold bangle out the pocket. “Your Marktha. You have to wear this all the time from now on.”
He clasped the gold bangle on my arm. I supposed Marktha was like a wedding ring for D’Keghan people.
“Now, about that wet shower sex.” Levy lifted me from the bed and carried me into the bathroom.
“Are we going to rut like this every day for the rest of our lives?”
“Pretty much.”
