Then she reached around and deftly undid whatever it was that required undoing, because soon the bodice was gone altogether and only her round and lovely breasts faced me. I immediately took one in each hand before taking each into my mouth.
"What are," I started, pulling from one nipple before descending on the other, "your designs?" Then I switched once more. "On Guinevere?"
"That is for me to know and you… not to know," she answered as she reached down and gripped the drawstring of my braies, freeing it and them. The things immediately dropped down to my feet, exposing my cock, which bounced up towards her encouragingly.
"Do you plan on freeing Guinevere?" I asked as Morgan gripped my cock and began stroking me up and down, her hold firm. I threw my head back and moaned.
"Of course," she responded before she took my cock in her mouth and began sucking in earnest. My moans deepened.
"Gods fucking above," I groaned. "I forgot how fucking good you are at that."
She took my cock from her mouth so she could look up at me. "The only thing we have in common, Vaelen, is our mutual desire to ensure Guinevere is released from the dungeon and safely away from Arthur."
"Is thatthe onlything we have in common?"
She frowned up at me. "What more do we have in common?"
"Hopefully the desire to see my cock swallowed by that glorious throat of yours until your throat decides to share with your cunt."
She didn't respond other than to smile up at me in that way of hers as she descended on my erection once again, and I swore I had a religious moment.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
-ARTHUR-
Icouldn’t stop pacing.
My boots carved a familiar path across my chamber floor—window to bed, table to hearth and back again—each turn sharper than the last. Yet my pacing did nothing to calm the storm inside me. If anything, it churned hotter, faster, until I felt ready to crawl out of my own skin.
She was down there and had been for hours. Inmydungeon. Alone. Contained. Controlled.
Finally mine.
Not close enough.
I braced my palms against the cool stone of the window frame and stared out across the moonlit training grounds—those same grounds where I'd sparred with her, corrected her form, praised her strength. Where I'd admired her discipline. Her courage. Her grace.
Grace I'd foolishly attributed to talent rather than heritage. To discipline rather than deception. To loyalty rather than lineage.
How could I have been so catastrophically blind?
The question struck hard, and with it came the ghost of a voice I'd spent years trying to outrun. My father’s voice.Uther’svoice. Before the madness of the dragon had destroyed his mind. When he was still sharp as iron, cold as judgment.
“Trust your instincts, not your eyes,”he'd snarled as he sealed another execution order.“The most dangerous enemies are always those who appear harmless.”
The memory made something sick twist inside me. I hated that he was right. I hated that I'd forgotten his advice. I hated thatshe—of all people—had been the one to slip past every defense.
Let us take her apart. Put her back together again.
I pushed off the window with enough force to make the panes rattle and resumed my pacing, breath tight, shoulders aching from hours spent in a relentless coil of tension.
And yet, no matter how I tried to shove the truth into the darkest corner of my mind, it came clawing back with brutal clarity: I had never felt more alive than when I had her pinned beneath me. And I'd never wanted anything—anyone—the way I wanted her still.
We must have her.
I grimaced, my reflection scowling at me from the darkened glass like a ghost of my own making. The face staring back wasn't just exhausted—it was fractured, hollowed out by the weight of bitter revelation. Dark circles carved shadows beneath my eyes, and my jaw was tight with the kind of tension that had become my constant companion since that night at the lake.
Throughout my reign, I'd deliberately rejected my father's methods, dismantling his brutal legacy piece by piece with the fervor of a man trying to cleanse his bloodline of its sins. Where Uther had ruled through fear, I'd sought loyalty through justice. Where he'd seen enemies lurking in every shadow, conspiratorsbehind every smile, I'd chosen to believe in the fundamental goodness of those who served me.
