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I agreed, and the crowd parted for her as she slipped out of my castle.
When she was gone, I looked around the throne room. Some of the people’s mouths were moving, but I didn’t bother reading their lips, as I didn’t truly care what they had to say about this decision.
They couldn’t be trusted with my female. Not if one of my own damn guards was willing to hurt her.
One of the men I somewhat trusted caught my attention, and signed, “You shouldn’t go in alone. Allow me to bring a group to help protect your female if anything goes wrong.”
Your female.
Notour queen.
I hadn’t allowed anyone to discuss her with me, which was clearly a mistake. She felt alone to the point of considering leaving my kingdom, which was not a fucking option.
Things would be changing, immediately.
And though his suggestion that Ayla may need more protection than I could give irritated me, I knew she would be much safer if I brought others along.
“Fine. Four fae,” I signed back sharply. “Spread the word that my queen has been disrespected. Should anyone else speak unkindly to her, or of her, they forfeit their life.”
He dipped his head.
I left the room, my fists clenching again as I struggled against the instinct driving me to drag my female into my arms, to hold her in my room, where I knew she was safe and secure.
Losing control once seemed to have set off a chain reaction, and I had to figure out a way to solve that.
I slammed the door to my bedroom behind me, and the scent of Ayla’s arousal greeted me just inside the room.
My cock hardened immediately, need pulsing through every inch of me.
If I didn’t find release, I would hunt her.
I would drag her into my arms and convince her to be mine in every way.
And neither of those options were a possibility.
I shoved my pants down, taking my cock in the fist that still smelled like my female’s pleasure. I pressed the other to the door she had been leaning up against.
Fuck, the scent of her was dizzying.
When I’d smelled her on my palm, and tasted her on my tongue, my memories of the way I’d touched her had returned in a swell.
I slowly stroked myself to the memory of feeling her soft skin. Of squeezing her ass in my palms.
Of holding her slick heat in my hand.
I snarled as I painted the door with my pleasure, marking it with my scent as well as hers.
And then I washed both of our smells from the sandstone, just in case anyone came down the hallway while we were in the Aboa.
Despite the release, there was still an itch at the base of my spine, urging me to find my mate. To make sure she was alright.
And though I knew I shouldn’t, I found myself striding out of my room and out of the castle, in the direction of the home I knew was hers.
Chapter4
Ayla
There wasn’tmuch to pack.
