Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 192810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 964(@200wpm)___ 771(@250wpm)___ 643(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 964(@200wpm)___ 771(@250wpm)___ 643(@300wpm)
“Is that your way of telling me to shut up?”
“Yes.”
“Can your makeup withstand me kissing you?”
If he didn’t kiss me in short order, I would just die.
So I said, “Heck yes.”
He smiled before he pulled me in his arms, angled his head and kissed me.
When he finally broke the kiss, and considering he took a good deal of time doing it and making sure the job got done thoroughly, we were definitely running late.
“Time to share our joy and my message with the world,” I said, sounding exactly like I felt, as if that was the last thing on earth I looked forward to doing.
“Indeed,” he replied, moving as if to do that.
I stood still and he stopped.
“But first, I have to tell you, I’d say I can’t wait to share my life with you too, but since you moved me in, catnapped my cats, stole Nova’s love forever and exposed your good taste at liking chocolate crackles, I already am. And just so you know, even with some crappy times we had no control over, so far, it’s been everything.”
After I finished saying that, Aleksei was kissing me again.
This meant we were seriously late meeting Germaine.
She was in a tizzy.
But me?
I was walking on clouds.
Chapter 32
Spikeback
I slipped Aleksei out of my mouth, then got off my knees on the floor beside the bed, climbed to straddle his lap and held his gaze as I took him inside.
He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his face between my breasts.
I wrapped my arms around his head, holding him there, as I rode him, taking my time, feeling the clench and release, the sumptuous friction of us, the delicious fullness of him invading and retreating.
He unwrapped his arms to glide his big hands up either side of my spine, pressing in, and I arched for him.
He took full advantage of my offering, sucking my nipples, rolling them with his tongue, nibbling them sensually.
I moved faster.
He pulled me off and tossed me to my back in the bed. Looming over me, he hooked my ankles on his shoulders and drove back in.
His eyes burned flames of purple fire, holding mine captive until I couldn’t watch the beauty of him fucking me anymore because I was coming.
Not long later, he joined me.
He gently pulled my legs from his shoulders, slid out and rolled us, so I was flat on top of him, straddling his hips.
With his hands moving over my body, he murmured, “I’m assuming from the fact we’ve been fucking here for the last eleven hours, you want to move to Spikeback.”
I started giggling.
One could say, the minute I was introduced to the medieval pointed arched windows, carved stone, stained glass, ostentatious columns, flagstone floors, and brooding-broken-misunderstood-hero-lives-here décor, I was a goner.
It was ridiculously well-preserved, and just ridiculous. It was like I’d walked eight hundred years into the past.
It was so not my thing.
But there was something about it.
Something gloomy and mysterious and magnificent.
Something that said, “Stay away, the beings who live here do not want you here.”
It felt safe to me.
It seemed like the place, if his dragon was a human (which he was), would drag my dragon if she was a human (which she was), to keep her sheltered, protected, happy.
In fact, it was my beast who signaled her adoration of the castle before I’d stepped foot over the threshold.
Sure, it was situated in the middle of a public park.
But the airspace above it was a no-fly zone, there was a tall, spiked, iron fence around the perimeter, the gardens and grounds were enormous, so there was a sense of privacy, no matter how public its situation, and it was protected 24/7 by the RS, even when no one was in it.
It felt like an island of protection surrounded by a stormy sea, a lot like the Celestial Palace, but without all the staff bustling about, and, well…an actual sea.
I loved it.
We arrived here for a tour yesterday evening after our media thing was done (we didn’t get to a Palace tour, the queen and Germaine wanted to have a post-interview “debrief”). Also, after Madam Garwah came to the Palace for my final instruction. And last, after we had dinner with the king, queen, Aleece, and Errol joined us (on his best behavior, and the male actually spoke to me this time, but since it was “Can you pass the butter?” and my subsequent attempts to engage him in conversation came to naught, I decided it didn’t count).
Timothee took dinner in his room (no surprise, and I suspected, no loss).
During our tour, once we hit the master bedroom, with its huge bed draped in swags of glimmering pewter velvet, flanked by massive crenelated black columns, the headboard a work of art of silver inlay, immense shields and rosettes, all of this beckoning me to do naughty things to my mate, the tour stopped and the sex-a-thon started.