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So crass, my mate. But I secretly loved it. Even now, my toes curled.
I kissed him softly, and by the time the kiss was through, his knot had abated, and he withdrew himself from inside me.
“I’ll send Farah in for some bath water. Tonight, I’ll be giving you one.” He picked up my robe and helped me put it on once I got to my unsteady feet.
“That sounds lovely. But first, you might want to hide that,” I teased, pointing at his fully-erect cock that was pointing directly at me.
Lucius washed my hair and body thoroughly, and after a while, I found myself lying back against his chest. Farah had straightened the room as quickly as possible and had left with a promise to return early in the morning so we could finish packing.
The room was dim with candlelight, and the fire in the hearth burned as we silently touched each other in the bath.
“Ander will be going with us,” I said on a yawn. I was so relaxed, and it had been such a full day, that I was seriously contemplating falling asleep right here in the water.
Lucius idly caressed my throat. My osnat was on the vanity. Whenever it was off, I felt more naked, especially when his fingers wrapped around my neck, which he loved to do.
“That’s fine,” he said distractedly.
I rolled my head so I could see his face. “No argument?”
He shrugged. “No.”
I pulled a face. “What’s on your mind? Or are you just tired?”
Silver eyes gazed down at me. “Just content.” He nuzzled my ear and cheek with his nose, inhaling my scent. “I missed you today.”
Seeing Lucius’ tender side was like seeing the sun come out after days of rain. I melted in his light.
“Did you?” Looping my arm around his neck, I pulled him to me and took his bottom lip into my mouth. His tongue found mine, and with lazy strokes, we kissed.
“Very much.” Underneath me, I could feel his hardness.
“Again?” I asked with a laugh as he flipped me over so I could straddle him.
“Again.”
The snow was soft on my bare feet as I ran through the courtyard, laughing. Wind blew through my hair, sweeping it in waves down my back and tickling my lower spine. The cold air on my arms and legs was barely a thought in my thin satin shift as I picked up speed. Fadon was getting closer.
Finally, I made it to the giant doors that led to the main hall of Goth Mor Helle. I couldn’t decide whether to head right or left, or maybe straight, to the north wing.
Where to hide, where to hide? I asked myself, my face split in a smile.
I went right, to the east wing and up the stairs, where the throne room was. Servants pulled up short as I passed them by, my laughter echoing in the hall.
I pushed at the heavy door and went inside, my feet damp on the stone floor of the massive room. Banners of purple and black hung from the walls and the dark rafters above. My eyes tracked all the various places to hide. When they landed on the throne that sat in semi-darkness, I paused with a frown, my laughter forgotten.
The throne was occupied. Instead of Mari, Lucius sat upon it, looking very much like a king, even asleep. His shiny boots gleamed with wealth, and the furred purple mantle draped around his shoulders made him appear twice his normal size. He was bare-chested, and his tattoos were stark in contrast to his candlelit skin.
I could hear footsteps behind me, coming closer. Fadon would find me in seconds.
Hiding behind a sleeping Lucius would be the best option, I said to myself, and with that, I ran to the end of the room. But as soon as I passed the throne to tuck myself behind it, Lucius woke and grabbed me, hauling me onto his lap, my back to his chest.
“Where do you think you’re going, my queen?” he said gruffly in my ear. He placed his hands on my wrists and brought them down to my sides. Then with a rip that echoed all around us, he tore open my shift, exposing my breasts to anyone who’d happen to walk in. With his legs, he hooked my feet, spreading my legs open, preventing me from closing them. My sex swelled with heat and wetness at such a display.
“What are—” I began, confusion reigning inside me, but the sound of the throne room doors opening had me pausing.
Fadon walked in, a grin on his face. “Come out, Sierra. I know you’re—” He halted several paces, facing us. The excitement on his face turned to anger. “What the fuck are you doing on that throne, Lucius?”
Behind me, Lucius chuckled. The sound vibrated against my back like a mighty thunderstorm. “This throne is mine, as is the omega on my lap, Trajan. She is your new queen now.” Then with a lazy stroke of his fingers, he cupped my sex before probing it, dragging the pool of slick that was suddenly unleashed as Fadon’s eyes took in the scene before him.
