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She held it tightly in her heart as she drifted off to sleep.
TEN
FLETCHER
Fletcher’s heart seemed to grow fuller every day. There was a natural, beautiful progression in his relationship with Madison that was akin to a conductor crafting a lovely piece of music. It hadn’t gone the way he had imagined when he found his mate. It had actually felt sweeter and far more authentic than accepting fate as fate, which was what many shifters did when they found the person designed for them by destiny.
No, he had to go deeper, think harder, and get to know Madison Autumhart the old-fashioned way. He felt like he had mostly destroyed the wall she had built around herself to keep him from getting in. Every day, she showed him more of her soul, and every day, he fell deeper and deeper in love with its shimmer.
He was also far more romantically inclined than he had ever been. He felt like a well brimming over after a harrowing flood. He wanted to show her his world of Willowfrost, to learn more about her world and the witchcraft it entailed. His heart was ready to burst at the mere implication of learning all about all the intricacies of her being.
On the morning after the new moon ceremony, Fletcher thought of one final surprise that he could present her with before the engagement party. He rose, full of zest, and saw to it before the dawn spilled through the drapes.
Madison awoke a few hours later, with the king letting her sleep in after their extracurricular activities the night before. The sex itself was evolving. He could feel it. She was showing her true self to him as they shared the intimacy of their tangled bodies.
The king also knew they were growing closer because she was able to read his body language. After their tradition of eating breakfast together every morning, she playfully kicked his shins and leaned forward on the table.
“What are you up to?” Madison muttered.
Fletcher could barely keep himself together. He felt like giggling like a kid in a candy store. Instead, he peered down to her bust line, noting the curve of one of her breasts peeking out from between the slits of the robe. Her creamy skin, standing out against the deep, near black of Willowfrost’s colors, was a rather divine sight.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about …” he muttered, fingering the folds of the robe.
Madison grabbed his hand friskily, biting her lip at him. Her violet eyes glittered with curiosity.
“Don’t change the subject. Just because you’re the king doesn’t mean you can do that.”
Fletcher met her eyes, his face shifting into a solemn stare. She loosened her grasp on him and let his fingers sneak behind the cloak, all to find that her bud was perky and hard.
His cock stood at attention. God, the woman truly was bewitching.
“You’re a mean tease,” she whispered, her tone growing more breathless.
“There’s no time for this right now,” he said tenderly, his hand still wandering her pearly flesh. “But I will give my queen whatever she wants when we return. For that, you have my word.”
The king snatched his arm from between his mate’s breasts when a servant entered their quarters, offering to fill their mugs with the rest of the vanilla hazelnut coffee blend. They drank it and talked about other, more appropriate matters, fingers entangled on the table as the servants hovered around them.
When they finished eating, the king stood and gave Madison a deep kiss. She tasted like the oranges and fresh mangos they’d been served that morning.
When they parted, he brushed the hair out of her eyes. He could spend the entire day gazing into her eyes, trying to read her soul and all the things inside her that she could not say. He wasn’t sure if Madison was the first person he had been able to read that way or simply the first person who had ever made him want to try.
“You aren’t going to tell me again, are you?” she whispered.
The king shook his head, then rose.
“Wear something casual. There might be a little chill in the air this morning, and come hungry, my darling.”
“I always do,” she quipped back.
Fletcher wore a T-shirt and a light fleece sweater for the day's events. It was only spring, and the air was still crisp during days when the sun slept behind slate-colored clouds. They would be riding out on his horses to the private Daniels gardens, and the last thing he wanted was for his bride-to-be to catch a cold.
She descended the staircase with her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. The waves of her locks looked sun-soaked while riding pants clung to her ample buttocks. She wore long, leather-bound boots along with her own fleece sweater that also bonded to her shape like paint.
She was beaming when she saw Fletcher, who grimaced, thinking the surprise had been spoiled by a housekeeper.
“How did you know we would be riding?” he asked.
Madison cocked an eyebrow at him, smirking with a clever smile.
