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I panted at his touch. Writhed for more. When I grabbed at him and almost bit his lips in my need, he finally freed himself and rubbed against me. The hard length of him a tease against my swollen flesh.
“Daksh.” I moaned his name.
He teased me some first, sliding down to kiss me in that most intimate place. His tongue teasing my flesh until my hips bucked from the bed in climax.
But he wasn’t done. He kept touching me until I writhed again, more frantic than before. Only then did he place himself over me, claiming my lips in a kiss.
I panted into his mouth as he took me, his solid thrusts bringing me to a second peak of pleasure that had me arching under him, clawing at his shoulders. I pulsed and exploded as he found his climax clenched within me.
When I could think again, I found Daksh lying atop me, his heavy weight welcome, his breathing hard like mine. His words were barely noticeable as he murmured, “I wish we could lie like this for longer.”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him. “Then let’s stay.”
“We can’t. And if we don’t move soon, we’ll have an audience. Everyone knows we’re leaving soon.”
“Idiots all eager to die trying to be heroes,” I grumbled as his weight left mine.
“I am not dying,” he promised. “Not now that I’ve found you.” The hard kiss that followed wasn’t what froze me but what he implied.
He acted as if I were important.
Me, a tizana that should have never even been given five minutes with the king.
“Coming?” He held out a hand to me. He said nothing more, and it felt like a choice. A choice to pretend I could be something more, not just to this man but to everyone.
“Oh why not? But if we’re going to be doing any kind of walking, I insist on shoes.”
“But of course. While you recovered, I had garments made for you, but Lady Qynn borrowed them for adjustments.” Code-speak for special pockets to hide my potions and knives.
A knock came at the door. Daksh, still righting his clothes, winked at me. “You might want to straighten your robe.”
I fixed it to fall around my legs but could do little for my mussed hair. Qynn surely noticed when she entered, passing by the King with barely a dip and a nod.
“Asharee, about time you woke from your nap.”
“It’s called being attacked by a dragon.” I was lucky to be alive.
“And stabbing it too. Good girl. Although, really, next time leave the door unlocked. The King made quite the mess when he blasted his way in.”
I arched a brow. “Then bill him for the damage.”
The King stood by the door, conversing softly with Kya.
Qynn caught my gaze. “It would appear you and his highness are getting along well.”
My cheeks heated. “Um.”
“About time you found someone who interested you.”
“It won’t last.”
My mentor pursed her lips. “Don’t be so sure. Now, hurry and get changed so we can have a decent final meal before our departure.” Qynn thrust out her arms laden with clothes. “Pack what you don’t want to wear in the sack with your extra potions.”
I tossed the pile onto the bed for sorting. Two robes, one light, one heavy. Underclothes. I eyed the fancy pantaloons and vest I’d worn once before with confusion. “These seem impractical.”
Qynn glanced in the direction of the King, who still spoke with Kya. “You never know what might come in handy on a trip.”
“I hardly think I will have time for seduction.”
