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“Can I have you now, Snow?”
Her eyes are closed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she comes down from her high. “Please,” she whispers.
Placing my hands behind her knees, I lift her so that my cock lines up with her core. Her hands grip my horns tightly, her body tensing with apprehension. Although it nearly kills me to hold back, I slowly push into her, my eyes almost crossing at the intense pleasure of being inside her. Inch by inch I feed my cock into her. “Open your eyes, Snow. I want you to know who is inside you.”
Her eyes flutter open and blaze with gold. She traps me in them, holding my soul prisoner. Pressing forward, my balls slap against her ass, and she arches her back, her neck pressing into the pillows. Her gaze never leaves mine and her hands stroke my horns as we begin to move together.
“More,” she murmurs, her hips rising to meet mine. I do as my princess requests and pick up my pace. Her legs wrap around my waist, her feet locked over my ass, pressing me more firmly to her. “More,” she says again, her voice sharp with demand.
Bracing my hands on the bed, I withdraw and then slam back into her, groaning as she clamps around me. “I want to mark you again,” I pant out, the urge to rut her like an animal is strong. I want to roar and fill her with my seed. I want to bite her so all will know she is mine. I want to fill her belly with my babe.
The thought of her round and full with my child nearly undoes me. “Do it,” Snow pants, gripping my horns harder. Slamming into her one last time, I come with a roar and bite into the base of her neck. Snow’s hips jerk under mine, and she shouts out, once more coming undone.
Mine, mine, mine,Aren growls as my seed pours into her. Carefully sliding out of her, I fall to the side, chest heaving, sparks of pleasure still igniting in me. I haul Snow into my arms, pressing a kiss against her sweat-dampened forehead. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and my heart freezes in my chest.
Pulling back, I ask, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head and reaches up, sliding her hand into my hair. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
Not knowing how to answer, I tuck her more firmly into my arms. I eye the bite mark on her neck, satisfaction pouring through me. I’ll never let her go.
A knock on the bedroom door has Snow gasping in surprise. “I am sorry to disturb you, Your Highness, but we must leave within the hour,” Merlin’s muffled voice comes from the hall. “Oh, and Cassian, your horse is being extra finicky this morning. Perhaps you might find your way to the stables to prepare him for our journey?”
My mouth purses as I try to not laugh. “Yes, sir,” I call back. Snow buries her head in my shoulder, her hand clamped over her mouth. I peek down at her, chuckling at her rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes.
“Do you think he heard us?” she whispers, part mortified, part amused.
“It matters not,” I declare, running my hand down her side to where she’s the most ticklish. A wicked smile stretches across my face. Snow peers back at me, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. She shrieks when I tickle her, her laughter ringing through the room.
“Stop,” she gasps out, her eyes streaming with tears. I pull back, grinning down at her. She leaps out of the bed, racing for the bathing chamber. Chuckling evilly, I chase after her, scooping her into my arms. Pressing her against the wall, I claim her lips with mine, then rest my forehead against hers.
“I love you, Snow White.”
Her arms wrap around my neck in a death grip. “And I, you, Cass.”
Chapter 25
Snow White
Travelingistedious.Icame to this conclusion the third day after leaving the cottage. I may have been grumbling—okay, whining—around the campfire that evening, while gingerly trying to sit down on the logs Cassian hauled over for us to sit on. I rode enough as a child to understand the mechanics of it and had ridden a few times at the cottage—enough to be proficient. But an experienced horsewoman I am not, and that day, my legs and ass were on fire. Merlin, who must be the most patient person on the planet, finally had enough.
Bright stars light up the navy sky, the pregnant moon casting a silvery glow over the small meadow we chose to spend the night in. The sharp scent of pine and smoke permeates the air, and a bonfire roars happily, thanks to the logs Cassian cut.
Every bone in my body aches, muscles I didn’t even know I had protesting against days of sitting in the saddle. Leaning against the trunk of a fir tree, I watch guiltily as Cassian hauls logs into a pile, his muscles straining under his tunic. He stops and reaches his arms into the air, stretching as sweat pours down his back. He rolls his shoulders and sighs, then scoops up our flasks, heading toward the river to fill them.
I should be helping. My shoulders sag in defeat. My head pounds with headache, and my arms feel as if hefty weights are attached to them. I start grumbling under my breath, knowing I sound like a spoiled little princess, but unable to muster up enough strength to care.
Pushing off the tree, I stumble over to the makeshift benches on wobbly legs. I bend and contort my body into alien positions, desperately trying to work out how I am going to lower myself onto it without further hurting myself or landing face down on the needle-covered ground. After several minutes, I finally manage it, my posterior complaining loudly over the rough bark it finds itself sitting on.
Dropping my head into my blistered hands, I press my thumbs into my skull, hoping for some kind of relief. The heat from the fire eases a little of the tension in my muscles, but only takes the edge off.
A shuffling on the other side of the fire makes me glance up to see Merlin taking a seat. “Can’t you magic us to the palace as you did with the Valkyries? Why must we travel like this if we don’t have to?”
Merlin settles his staff against the log, then braces his elbows on his knees. His face is serious as he gazes back at me with a raised brow. “Is that your plan, Princess Snow White? To turn up outside of the palace with just the three of us?”
I squirm under his scrutiny. “Well, no, but—”
“Have you forgotten how powerful Morana is? Or how she is destroying your kingdom? You have heard the stories. Your people are dying, fleeing, or have become the queen’s puppets. They have no hope, Your Highness. They haven’t seen you since she married your father. They believe you are dead and that nothing and no one will save them or the kingdom.”
