Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I tilt my head, studying him. I want to give him that. I want to grow a royal dynasty that will keep this land safe for centuries.
He takes another bite of the peach and heat begins to flow from my core as I watch him chew.
“Ready to leave?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head.
“Maybe another hour,” I say as I throw off the blanket and straddle his big frame. He groans hungrily as I wrap my hand around his big cock and guide it to my wet pussy. “Then we can leave...”
We both moan as he pushes inside me, thick and deep.
It feels like heaven.
“Maybe one more day,” he growls as I start to ride him.
“One more week,” I say as he grabs my ass, moving me up and down his firm length. “Or two…”
Fuck it. We’re never leaving.
Epilogue
Morwen
Sixteen Years Later…
Idon’t know how I’m able to do it, but there must be at least three hundred wolf pups running around on the rolling hills, and I can still pick out mine. One of my younger ones, Rydan, tries to join the bigger pups and collides into a large gray wolf that sends him flying. I wince as he summersaults backward down the hill, but these wolves are tough and resilient, and he gets up, shakes himself off, and rejoins the pack.
Tonight is the Moonfire Feast, where the pack pays tribute to the goddess of fertility, Eirwyn. I owe a lot to her.
Eight heirs—five princes and three princesses—all of them wolf shifters for my mate, and for our kingdom.
Yeah. I’ve been pretty busy over the last decade and a half.
“Are you ready to start the offerings, my queen?” my longtime helper and friend, Nyxara, asks.
I look up at the sun starting to set. The smell of the barbecue is in the air. The whole pack will give our offerings to the goddess Eirwyn and then we’ll feast and dance all night.
“Let’s begin,” I say, looking around for the hot Wolf King.
Nyxara bows her head and heads off to let the drummers know we’re starting.
I smile as I look around at all of the safe, happy shifters. We’ve done a good job, Alaric and me. The borders are secure, and with my help, we’ve improved the relations with the human kingdom next door. We hold a joint market once a month on the border where humans and shifters mingle, trading goods and becoming friends. Everyone was skeptical at first, but it’s been running for ten years, and both sides love it. There is still a long way to go between the two species, but it’s a start.
Sometimes, when I can carve out some time for myself, I head to the candle-making factory and help Enflo melt the wax and set the wicks. I still enjoy it and it brings me back to those simpler days when I was running a business out of my small home with only myself to worry about instead of a king, eight pups, and an entire kingdom under my watch.
The drums start booming in the air like rolling thunder that vibrates through my chest. Excitement ripples through the crowd as the mated couples get their offerings ready. The pups on the hills sprint back to watch.
“Where is he?” I whisper, looking around.
It’s not long before I find him.
The great Wolf King still towers over everyone else. The crowd parts for him as he makes his way over to me, crown slightly crooked on his head, matching that sexy crooked grin on his lips.
The years have been generous to Alaric. His hair, once dark as midnight, is now threaded with silver as if the moon itself had kissed him with its blessing, leaving silver in its wake.
The lines at the corners of his eyes run deeper now, but those bright gray eyes are just as sharp and perceptive as ever. And they still make my toes curl when he looks at me like that.
You’d think after all these years, I’d be used to his body, but it still fills me with a sense of awe every time I see it. He’s so tall. So firm and strong. His shoulders are so broad and powerful like there’s nothing they can’t handle. This man was built to rule over the toughest of creatures.
He’s magnificent.
“What do you have there?” I ask when he arrives.
He slides his arm around my shoulder like he’s done countless times, but it still makes me feel like the most special girl in the world, just like it did all those years ago when I was a simple human candlemaker in a line of a thousand women and he picked me.
His eyes soften as he looks down at me and shows me an old bottle of wine.
“From the cellar,” he says. “Saved from the Lunaris Vinculum that my mother and father bonded. It’s very precious to me.”