Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Father. But the ceremony was now just a formality. The Winter Lord is already mine.”
Boraleashe stood with Theodor and waited until he’d finished hugging his father and was reassured that Fhomhair would be taken care of until his return.
Zepharali rode off toward the Keep’s stables, giving him and Theodor a few last precious seconds alone. Theodor wrapped him tight in his arms, giving him what he needed.
Boraleashe locked his hands behind Theodor’s neck and buried his face in his throat, inhaling his dominating scent, his lips against the hot skin over his calm pulse.
“I meant what I said, Boraleashe.” Theodor wove his hand under Boraleashe’s robe and rubbed up and down his back. “You are already mine. Always have been.”
“And I don’t need a high priest to proclaim that I am yours and only yours.” Boraleashe placed appreciative kisses along Theodor’s throat.
He clasped Boraleashe’s chin and tilted his mouth higher. He knew the drill by now and opened, accepting Theodor’s ravenous tongue, moaning unashamedly, wanting his king to know how insane he was for him.
He broke the kiss and cupped his husband’s jaw. “Theodor. My mother was an oracle for the Goddess of Winter. Before she died, she prophesized that I would meet a man, a warrior, that would be destined for glory… for greatness. And I would be by his side.”
Theodor whispered across Boraleashe’s tongue, the declaration dripping with passion and honesty. “I love you.”
Boraleashe didn’t say those three words in return. They weren’t grand enough for what he felt for the treasure granted to him by the gods. He kept their mouths sealed together, not kissing but savoring. He pressed his chest against Theodor’s, spread his core wide open, and let his entire heart soar.
Theodor gave a full-body shudder, fisting the back of Boraleashe’s tunic with a guttural moan.
“Have I the capacity to receive it all, Boraleashe?” Theodor’s breath was shallow. “Your love is overpowering.”
Boraleashe pressed his mouth closer and breathed frosty air into Theodor’s lungs.
“I’ll never tire of your many gifts, Winter Lover.”
The pounding hooves of three powerful stallions made the ground tremble, signaling their few seconds were over and it was time for them to leave.
“You ready for our first battle together, my destined king?”
“I will fight at your side for eternity,” Theodor answered, his hazel gaze lingering a few seconds before he vaulted into the air and landed on Meadow’s back with ease.
Boraleashe stared into the pale blue sky at his horse, Frostreign, moving gracefully toward him. He’d prepared for his death for so long, but Theodor was his blessing of a new, more abundant life.
Praise the gods
THE END
Coming Next…
Zepharali Cavalerie: Lord of the East Wind and Titan of Tir Scáthanna, the Sun Lands.
His winds ignite the summer season and the blossom of new love and passion.
Zepharali
Tír an Amárach, Boraleashe Cavalerie,
Titan and Ruler of the Arctic World
Lord of the North Wind & Creator of the First Frost
It took Zepharali a full day to reach the Arctic World from his Land of Three Suns.
Only his war stallion, Fire Breath, could travel as fast as he’d needed. If he’d had to wait on his court or staff, it would’ve taken him twice as long, and unfortunately, he didn’t have that luxury.
The alarming intrusion in his world couldn’t have come at a worse time to barge in on his brothers.
Zepharali had gotten wind that Boraleashe had conquered the curse of the Moon God on his soul and given his heart to the new Titan and King of the Autumn wind, Notalus’ heir, Theodor Cavalerie, the gods’ Treasure of the Realms.
Regardless of the timing, he was positive his icy brother would receive and aid him.
Fire Breath pushed hard enough to explode through Amárach’s protective atmosphere in a cloud of white smoke. His flash of sunlight was bold enough that it couldn’t be mistaken or ignored that the Titan of the Summer Suns was approaching.
On his descent, the doors to the glass Mirador Keep were pulled open by Boraleashe’s gate lords. Theodor Cavalerie was the first to emerge, leading Boraleashe across the frozen lawn.
Zepharali’s landing made the ground shake hard enough to trigger an avalanche. His stallion’s impact created a heat wave so intense the snow melted from the treetops like rain.
He was surprised to see Notalus come around the corner with his alpha husband, Dustin, at his side.
“Greetings.” Zepharali grinned after he leapt down. Regardless of the dire circumstances, he was excited to see his brothers.
“You always loved to make a damn entrance.” Notalus laughed while he gripped Zepharali in a spine-crushing hug. “You look good, brother. Strong.”
“And marriage suits you well, old friend.”
Zepharali continued forward, and Boraleashe met him halfway. His war brother embraced him, wrapping one arm around him and pounding his fist on his back.
“Word of your defeat of the Snow Moon has spread far and wide, brother. Glory and honor be to you.” Zepharali turned his gaze on Theodor Cavaliere. “And your king.”