"And why is that, Commander?" she dared as she sat her head on her hand.
His gaze traveled predatorily over her. He turned onto his side, his body nearly hovering over hers again. Hand still on her ass, he gripped her flesh tightly, and then he pressed his lips to her shoulder.
"Because I plan on ravaging you until the sun rises. You’re going to rain on my tongue and my cock until you can’t stop coming.”
She couldn't stifle the grin as she turned on her side. "Ooo...Commander." Her hands wrapped around his cheeks, and she surrendered to his kiss again.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"YOU SHOULD KNOW, when we arrive today, you'll be feeling the wrath of a thousand men and women torn apart by what your kingdom did," Hagen told Dorian as they prepped the horses.
"You say that as though it should have me quivering in my boots," Dorian replied.
Hagen paused, and Dorian saw him lean around to catch Corbin's gaze. Hagen’s brow lifted, and Dorian turned just in time to see Corbin shake his head.
"If you're expecting him to be scared of anything, you'll have to do better than the wrath of beautiful people," Corbin informed Hagen. "He's too much like his sister to have such a threat send him running."
Dorian grinned at his Second. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me."
Corbin finished tightening the strap on his horse. "I'm not entirely sure it was a compliment," he replied.
They'd come out of the cave system into a valley where they'd rested the night before. But now started the climb past the Blackhand giver's mountain, Mons Magnus, and then the ascent into the high town of Darhkenhill.
The snows had begun when they’d crossed into the valleys.
Reverie had reacted to the snow as though she were battling a horde of bees. With swats of her hands and flinching when it hit her skin. The men had merely stared at her, and none had been able to finish eating their food as they watched the scene.
"What’s happening?" Dag, one of Hagen's guards, asked in his gruff tone. "Why's she dancing like that?"
"Dreamer," Falke answered. "Never seen a bit of snow before, has she?"
Falke's accent was as thick and quick as Dag's tone was gruff. Dorian and Corbin had to listen closely to understand the pair.
Hagen noticed the confusion. "Falke is from Monsburne," he said low to Dorian. "They talk a fraction faster."
"A fraction seems modest," Dorian muttered back as he continued to watch Reverie.
"Should we tell her?" Corbin asked from the other side of him.
"What—that it's not going to kill her if she gets wet?" Dorian asked.
"This is the most entertainment I've had in weeks, mates," Hagen said. "Maybe we let her keep it up a bit longer.”
"Poor thing," Falke chimed in.
"I've an idea," Dorian announced as he put his soup down.
"I stand corrected," Hagen said upon Dorian standing. "This will be the most entertaining thing I've seen in weeks."
Dorian sighed. He was sure Reverie was as confused with the weather as they were confused with watching her.
"Go get her, Prince," Hagen mocked him. "Maybe she'll let you keep her warm,” he added with a wink.
Dorian kicked him but started his walk over to her anyway. She was still swatting and trying to blow the snow away when he reached her.
"Would you like a partner to dance with?"
"What?" she snapped.
