Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“I will ask around, Your Highness,” the goblin promises.
I reach over and take my wife’s hand. If I let her, she’ll stand here all day negotiating. She’s drunk on her own power. It’s wonderful for her to discover her power, but I don’t give a shit. I wanted to discover her pussy, and I’ve been sitting in a dank goblin cave for hours wondering when my hard-on was going to get relief.
“I’ll let my brother know you request our attendance when he returns.” I manage a courtly nod of my head. “I expect him to return by the end of next week. I assume you’ll be staying here for a while?”
The goblin chieftain staggers to his massive feet. His eyes are sleepy. “Yes, Your Highness. We will stay while there is trade to be had.”
“Well, we need to discuss a deal for you to distribute my baked goods,” Meg begins with an entrepreneurial gleam in her eye. I know that look. It will cost me another hour if I let her get started.
“And we can do that at a later date,” I say, hauling her bodily out of the cave. “Good day to you.”
Meg blinks in the light of day. “Hey, I wasn’t through in there.”
I stride forward, pulling her behind me. “Yes, you are, my lover.”
It’s far past time to make her my wife in every sense of the word.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Meg
I look back at the caves where the smaller goblin children are standing, staring my way longingly. They raise their little gnarled hands in sad good-byes.
At one point, while Cian had done some manly sort of thing with the chieftain, I found myself surrounded by the goblin children and their mothers. I won them over with cookies and stories. One thing I’ve discovered is that all faery creatures love stories.
The sidhe children like heroic stories, so I’ve been recounting the plot line from Star Wars by the village fire at night. The goblins are a bit more bloodthirsty. I told them Nightmare on Elm Street. They don’t get that Freddy Krueger isn’t the hero of the piece. I guess it really is all about your point of view.
“I was having fun.” I wave to the young goblins. I have to wave with the boots I’m holding because Cian won’t let my free hand go.
He rounds on me. “Now it’s my turn. I heard a yes, Meggie. I told you a yes changes everything.”
Ah, he’s horny. I have to admit the idea of that big gorgeous sidhe desperate for me sends a thrill through my system. And makes me want to tease him. “I said I intended to say yes. I didn’t actually say it.”
He stops in the middle of the forest, and when he turns to me, I almost take a step back. The playful, flirty man I’ve come to love is gone. In his place is a man who doesn’t look like he’ll take no for an answer.
His eyes are dark as he stares at me. “What are you saying? Think carefully before you answer. I might not be my brother, but I assure you, right now, I’m feeling a bit of his rage. If you’re telling me no, then I need to get away from you.”
Everything inside me softens. I’ve pushed him hard over the last week. In some ways, I’ve made him pay for Beck’s inability to love me. I step into his arms and let the packages fall to the forest floor.
“Yes, Cian,” I say, loving the feel of his body pressed to mine.
I sleep beside him each night, taking his comfort and holding myself apart from him. Every single night I start out telling myself I’ll stay away from him, and every night I end up wrapped in his arms.
I’m done with pretending. I want to know Cian in every way possible.
Cian acts as though his leash has been thrown away. He pulls me against the hardness of his body, pressing his swollen cock to my belly as he kisses me roughly. He rubs against me and seems a bit out of control. The bond between us gives me his thoughts.
He needs me in a way he’s never needed anyone before. It makes it easy to submit to what he wants. When he thrust his fingers in my hair and holds me still, I don’t fight him. I go passive beneath him and wait for his command. My heart speeds up as he stares at me like a starving man looking at a meal.
“Open for me,” he growls as he takes my mouth.
I don’t have to ask what he wants. He wants everything I have, everything I am. I open my mouth, and his tongue immediately invades. I open my mind and am swamped with his desire. It overwhelms me. It makes me groan in response. My hand trails down his chest, seeking that part of him that needs relief. I stroke him through the fabric of his pants.