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That was good enough for her. She raced to Caramel and scrambled into her own saddle before taking the reins of both our horses and trotting us out of the clearing and away from the mages of Dimway Forest.
And I just sat there, watching her, rather stupidly, grinning as I admired her managing way. She’d taken care of us both most suitably. Pride swelled in my chest. Of course she had. My woman was accomplished in all things.
Yes, she was my woman, wasn’t she? For once, I didn’t shirk from that mental admission.
That innermost place inside me rumbled mine when I looked at her, and I was completely okay with that.
My lashes swooped as dizziness assailed me. I watched her drowsily as she swept us along, forcing the horses to gallop as she tried to protect me from what she perceived was our main threat. It was adorable, really. Sweet. Completely noble. And all wrong, because I was her main threat.
But I shrugged loosely; none of that seemed to matter at the moment. We belonged to each other. That’s all I could focus on.
And she looked damn fine with her backside hopping up and down in that saddle. I could think of something else she could ride like that.
With a groan, I shifted as my cock swelled and bollocks tightened.
Envisioning myself climbing onto Caramel behind her, I entertained the mental picture of pressing up close to her backside in the saddle and gathering the back of her skirts until nothing but her smooth rounded bare ass was on display. Then, I’d bend her forward over the horse’s neck until her gleaming, wet entrance came into view, and I’d thrust into her tight heat, fucking her with a savage thirst.
When I made another aching sound deep in my throat, Nicolette cast me a worried glance.
“Farrow?”
Gritting my teeth hard, I closed my eyes and bowed my head. “Ah, fuck.”
I’d just figured out what kind of potion Mydera had fed me.
20
Nicolette
Farrow had grown silent and he’d drawn tightly within himself. Over an hour had passed since we’d left the mage’s camp, and the pleasantly loopy man he’d been when I’d shoved him onto his horse was no more.
Now, he had his hands buried in Mint’s mane, and his fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.
He gave me a sharp “no” every time I questioned him, asking if he was in pain, but how could I believe he wasn’t? Sweat coursed down his face and bare chest in rivulets, and he panted as if he couldn’t catch any air. His skin was flushed and eyes dazed as he glanced around himself with a drugged kind of agony.
The man was most certainly tormented.
I don’t know why he was being so stubborn and denying it.
My first instinct was to just kiss him and end his ailments, but since Mydera knew he was my true love, I had a bad feeling she’d instilled some kind of counteractive magic to prevent me from healing whatever this was.
What if kissing him made things worse? I didn’t want to antagonize the situation, so I kept my mouth away.
“What can I get you?” I finally asked.
“Nothing,” he gritted out, barely glancing at me before closing his eyes and turning his face away. “I’m fine.”
Oh, for the love of God.
“You are most definitely not fine,” I snapped, having had enough of this nonsense. “It’s obvious you’re the furthest thing from fine that I’ve ever seen anyone from being. So just tell me—”
“Stop,” he barked, lifting a hand to halt me. “Please stop talking. Your voice...”
I stopped. Stopped talking. Stopped riding. Stopped breathing.
Only allowing myself to blink, I barely managed to keep from asking what was wrong with my voice.
He whimpered again, his knee bobbing through whatever anguish was gripping him.
