"Apparently my ice magic accelerated the healing process significantly." She finally turns to face me, and her pupils are dilated with want. "She said I'm cleared for... activity."
"Activity," I repeat, fighting a smile. "What an interesting way to phrase it."
"Well, I can't exactly say 'the midwife says you can fuck me again' when the babies might hear."
"They're two weeks old. They can't understand language yet."
"They're half Fae. Who knows what they understand." But she's moving toward me now, drawn by the same pull I feel. The bond singing between us, stronger than ever after watching her bring our children into the world. "It's also our one-year anniversary."
"I'm aware." I've been painfully aware all morning, sitting through mind-numbing political discussions while knowing exactly what date it is. One year since I stood in Edgar Montgomery's mansion and named my price for his debts. "One year since I bought you from your father to settle what he owed."
"Romantic way to phrase it," she says, but there's an edge in her voice now. That spark of defiance I haven't seen in months. "Bought me like I was livestock."
The palace responds immediately—frost-flowers blooming across the walls in wild spirals, ice formations sharpening. The preservation magic stirs at the edges of my consciousness, recognizing something significant.
"I paid significantly more for you than I would have for livestock," I point out.
"So you've said." She reaches up to trace my jaw, and I can feel the challenge in her touch. "Tell me, Alpha—do you miss it?"
"Miss what?"
"When I had some fire. When you had to actually work to break me instead of just..." She gestures at herself. "This. Perfect obedience."
The admission makes my cocks throb. She's asking for complexity. For the dynamic that made breaking her so addictive. Through the windows, the ice sculptures begin singing—crystalline voices that haven't been heard since her transformation.
"Careful," I warn, letting frost spread from my fingertips. "You're playing a dangerous game."
"Am I?" She tilts her head with faux-innocence. "Maybe I'm just reminding you what you actually bought. A brat who happens to enjoy being tamed."
"Strip," I command, infusing the word with enough alpha authority to make her body respond before her mind can rebel.
She obeys immediately, the silk robe pooling at her feet. Standing naked before me, she's a study in contrasts—the soft curves of new motherhood mixed with the lean muscle her transformation gave her. Her breasts are heavy with milk, nipples darker than before. The slight roundness of her belly just emphasizes her fertility.
"Perfect," I murmur, circling her slowly. "You're fucking perfect."
"I'm softer than I was."
"You're exactly as you should be." I trail one finger down her spine, watching her arch into the touch. "My omega who bore my children. Nothing could be more beautiful."
"Sweet talker." But her breathing has quickened, her body already responding.
"Not sweet. Honest." I complete my circuit, standing in front of her again. "On your knees."
She sinks down gracefully, looking up at me with those dark eyes that still make my cocks harden instantly. Even after a year, even after everything, she affects me like no one else ever has.
"I've missed this," she admits, her hands already reaching for my clothes. "Missed having you in my mouth. Tasting you."
"Then taste me," I say, voice rougher than intended.
She strips away my clothing with practiced efficiency, freeing both my cocks. They're already fully hard, weeping pre-cum, the ice crystal ridges catching the light. Without hesitation, she leans forward and licks along the length of my primary cock.
"Fuck," I breathe, my hand finding her hair again.
"Language, Alpha," she says with a hint of her old brattiness, then takes me into her mouth before I can respond.
The wet heat is overwhelming after two weeks of abstinence. I groan as she works me deeper, her tongue tracing the ridges she's learned so well. Her hand wraps around my secondary cock, stroking in rhythm with her sucking.
"That's it," I encourage, my grip tightening in her hair. "Show me how much you missed this. Show me what a good little omega you are for your alpha."
