I fuck Rapunzel in a frenzy. Lose myself in the tight squeeze of her ass around my cock as her climax builds. “That’s it, Princess. Come for me.”
Sparks ignite behind my eyes as pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
Quickening my pace and deepening each stroke, that pleasure grows to a painful pressure that whips around to my balls in glorious torment that travels up my shaft. And then Rapunzel stiffens, her limbs locking, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Dax keeps working her as Wren digs a hand in her hair and gives it a soft tug that sets her on a precipice.
“You’re with us, Rapunzel,” he whispers. “You’re safe. Jump, Zee. We’ll catch you.”
And, oh fuck, she does.
Rapunzel leaps, riding my cock with beautiful, wild abandon as her orgasm sends her off a cliff. She takes me with her, and together we dive into a raging sea as I empty myself inside her.
It is a…homecoming.
* * *
Ialways hated Newkirk.
Too drafty. Mostly, though, it was always full of John’s rot and ruin. When I sent him to Hell, he took his evil with him. I’ll meet him there one day and have my fun with him, but that’s a long way off. I want a whole life to live with Rapunzel.
Alongfucking life.
That’s not asking too much, and as I trace between Rapunzel’s shoulder blades, an odd…contentment settles over me. I silently beg a god I hope is listening to allow me to die an old man, warm in my bed, surrounded by these people.
My family.
At The Cup and Crown, Rapunzel told Sir Walter she was weary of all this death.
I understand what she meant now.
Everyone I swore to kill is now dead. I avenged my family. Rapunzel is queen. I want to live peacefully before I spend eternity in Hell.
With Rygard’s lovely queen sprawled across my chest, I know she’s awake despite her eyes being closed. We’re all wide awake, holding on to these last few hours before the world intrudes.
Dax is back on the chair by the hearth, watching the flames. Wren sits beside us on the bed, tucked under the blanket. He hasn’t taken his eyes off Rapunzel.
Our exquisite little queen props herself up on her elbow with her chin supported on her upturned palm. “You’re tense. Why?” I shrug one shoulder. “Quinn Redgrave, this is a good night. We won. Tell me why there is tension in your gorgeous body.”
I am not a man given to blushing, yet my face heats at her compliment. “You died tonight.”
“No, I almost died. There is a difference,” Rapunzel counters. “I had a plan and executed it to perfection.”
I lift a brow at that. “Your plan was reckless and left you mortal.” I twirl one of her short curls around my finger. “Pray tell us, Princess, what was going through this pretty head when you sheared off the rest of your hair?”
She has the audacity to heave out a sigh as if she’s about to issue the simplest of explanations to the simplest of minds. “Half of the blonde was already gone. How would you have treated me from this day forward, knowing half my life was gone?” I go to speak but snap my jaw shut. Thin my lips to a defeated line because any answer I give her will justify her actions. “Exactly,” she says, filling my disgruntled silence.
“So you attempted to kill yourself so we wouldn’t fuss over you?” Dax says, his voice sleepy but holding a note of frustration. “Hate to point out the obvious, Little Captive, but if having half a head of magic hair would have us fretting over you, imagine how we’re going to worry over you now that you’re breakable.”
She rolls her eyes and sits up, dragging the blanket to cover her perfect breasts. “The three of you would have treated each strand like it was precious.”
“Because theywereprecious,” I growl.
“They kept you alive,” Wren adds.
Her exasperated glare travels across us. “I spent my life in a physical cage. The prospect of living the rest of it in an invisible one was unbearable.”
“So unbearable you risked death?”
“Yes,” Rapunzel answers Wren without a hint of hesitation or guilt. “Victory at any cost and freedom at any price. Remember?”
