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Warrick nodded. “You see to the living. I will see to the dead. We will sort out your kingdom.”
“And yours.” Elina smiled and took his hand, stepping over her uncle’s body as she led Warrick down the stairs toward her celebrating people. “Will you stay by my side, my king?”
“I would be at your side in all things. And behind you.”
Laughter danced in her eyes. “Like a pig?”
He gave a shout of laughter and swept her up into a kiss. The cheers from the courtyard became a roar of approval, but hardly did he hear them as Elina wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with all the love she had within her. She drew back, and Warrick looked upon the face of his wife, his queen—the woman he would gladly follow until the end of eternity.
“Elina,” he said. Then kissed her again.
Epilogue
Elina the Loved
Aleron
Three Years Later
“Warrick,” Elina whispered as she slid into their bed. “Are you awake?”
“I am not,” her husband mumbled. “Have pity on me, woman. I have spent these past three days hunting a demon in the valley.”
“I know well where you have been, my radiant king. And it was not inside me, where you ought to be.” Beneath their furs, her hand found his shaft already stiffened. “Ohhhh. I would say that you are quite awake. The only pity I will have for you is that your cock is so hard while you yet asleep. So I will use it for my pleasure alone.”
“Then use it, wife.” His eyes remained closed. “For even as I sleep, my cock will always be at the queen’s pleasure.”
Grinning, Elina straddled him, loving how his breath shuddered when she encased his thick length within her silken warmth, well-primed by these days of waiting and the anticipation of his return to their bed. She braced her hands upon his chest and began to rock her hips, wishing she could kiss him—yet it was not so easy with her belly in the way.
She settled for teasing him. “Your poor cock. Your queen’s pleasure has been insatiable these past months, has it not?”
He slitted open an eye. “I have noted no difference.”
She chortled out a laugh and Warrick suddenly angled up to sitting, catching her mouth in a kiss. “I love you, my wife.” One of his big hands gripped her ass, helping her ride him while the other went to her clit.
At the first stroke of his thumb over that sensitive bud, her laughter strangled into a cry against his mouth. “Warrick!”
“I have you.” Rolling them onto their sides, he hitched her thigh over his hip and slid into her again, again. “And you have me, Elina. Taking me into your tight little cunt. Three days without laying my eyes upon your face, woman—it is an agony I wish to never feel again. Do you feel how deeply I love you?”
So deep. She caught his mouth in a gasping, panting kiss. His fingers returned to her clit, rubbing in rhythm with the slick plunge of his rigid flesh. Her body began to shake and he increased his pace, lifting the leg over his hip higher to thrust harder, faster.
She came apart when he was deep inside, her swollen inner walls clutching as she cried and writhed against him. Warrick gripped her thigh and held her open for his final grunting rut, then shoved his length full deep as his cock throbbed in release.
Elina held him close, smiling against his throat as his hips rocked again, though they were both soft and slick. “That last drop cannot do much now.”
“Even when you are with child, I still wish to fill you with my seed.” Warrick rolled onto his back, carrying her with him to straddle his hips. “I like to look at your cunt as it overflows with my spend and know you have taken all of me.”
“Bizarre,” she murmured, even as her sheath clenched around his softened flesh in response.
Warrick shook with quiet laughter, and she crawled up his body to nestle in at his side. He pressed a kiss to her hair. “Have you had your breakfast?”
“I have,” said she, smiling. “I was at the table when I heard you return.”
“Has your father gone?”
“I tossed him out within an hour of his arriving. His daughter, though—she has stayed. My sister.” Elina was still unused to calling the girl such. “She says that she wishes to learn how to be a queen. I asked Dara to attend to her. I trust she will let me know if there is anything I should know.”
He stiffened. “You suspect treachery?”
“I suspect that my sister despises our father and will use any excuse to escape his palace. I think it is no more than that…but I do not trust her yet, though she is hardly more than a child.” She sighed. “Should I?”
