“So, have you given it any more thought as to whether you want a planet or a moon?” I ask, staring up at the ceiling of my chambers.
Niska’s head lifts from my chest. She blinks at me a few times. “You can’t have been serious about that.”
“Why not?” I shrug.
“Because!” Niska splutters, fully leaning up on her elbow now, her beautiful face hovering over mine. “I thought it was just you getting caught up in the moment. I don’t tend to believe every bit of dirty talk a guy says while they’re ball’s deep, you know? And promising to buy me a wholeplanet?!”her eyes go wide, but my mind is still caught on what she’d just said. “That’s insane. I just assumed that after you came-”
Her words cut off into a squeak after I flip her under me, a growl slipping loose from deep within my chest. “What have other males promised you while-” I can barely get the words out. The thought of another male even touching my Niska makes me want to break bones. “-while they were…‘balls deep’” I grit out the question.
The little puff of breath Niska expels, blows some of my hair as I loom over her, demanding answers to my question. “Oh, not much, really,” she chuckles. “Only that they’re gonna make me come, and ‘own my pussy’ or whatever. No promises of planetary gifts at all, if I’m honest. It’s a definite upgrade.”
She smiles and reaches up to smooth her palm down my cheek and up my jaw. I do not like entertaining the notion that anyone ever made my beautiful Niska peak before, nor that they claimed ownership of her pretty little cunt. But the soft way she’s staring up at me has something inside my chest melting. “Anything I promise you, is a promise I intend to keep,” I tell her. “No matter how big or small the promise may be.”
The side of her mouth tilts up as she continues softly petting my cheek. Her words are gentle when she asks, “so you’re going to buy me a whole planet?”
“If that’s what you want.” Capturing her hand in mine, I halt her strokes, and bring her palm to my lips to press a kiss there. “You can haveanythingyou want from me.”
My royal chambers are quite large - as is fitting for my position. Some might even claim them to be enormous. But rightnow, my everything shrinks right down to this bed, this female underneath me, on her back, staring up at me. It’s so intimate, and private. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything like this, ever. And it’s all because of her.
“Kiahn,” she murmurs, her hand slipping from my grip for her to press it to my chest. Something shifts in her expression. I watch it happen, not quite sure what it means. But I know it can’t be good the moment she tries to roll out from under me.
Catching her wrist, I pin her down. “What is it?”
Her big brown eyes blink up at me. And they look… sad.
Fuck. I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.
“I… I don’t think you can give me what I really want, Kiahn.”
She tries to turn her face away, but I grip her chin, forcing her gaze back to mine. “And what is that?”
Her eyes fall to my lips, and she lets out a one-word answer so quiet, I almost have to strain to hear it. “You.”
Can she feel how my heart is exploding beneath her palm? I shake my head down at her. “You have me.”
“For now I do.”
Her voice had been quiet, but her words so loud. She stares up at me like I am the only person in the universe. And I stare right back just the same.
“In a couple of weeks, our contract will be over and you’ll-”
“We should extend it,” I’m quick to say, cutting off those words and thoughts I don’t want her to say or think. “We can renew it as well.” pausing to swallow, I study the way her pupils dilate. “Over and over again. We’ll just keep renewing it.”
“Your Aunt won’t like that.”
Lowering my bodyweight onto her, I mold myself to my Niska, pressing her smaller frame into my bed, marveling at just how perfectly we fit together. It is like all the Goddesses created her just for me. Each of them having a hand in sculpting this little creature as a cherished gift. Merri, the Goddess of euphoriamust have carved out her beauty. San, the Goddess of healing crafted her heart in a mirror image of my own. Nex, the Goddess of death designed her perfect little cunt - I just know it. Because I would fucking die before giving it up. And the unnamed Goddess of wisdom created my Niska exactly as she is - her everything - knowing precisely what kind of challenges and acceptance I needed.
“I don’t care what my Aunt thinks,” I tell her, slowly lowering my mouth to hers.
Our lips are only a breath’s distance from one another. I can feel Niska’s chest rising and falling against my own. “The king-”
“Fuck the king.”
Those are the words I whisper before my mouth takes hers, and the moan she releases beneath me sends shockwaves down my spine. “You’re mine,” I pull away to growl, claiming her mouth again as quickly as possible. Her hands bury in my hair as she holds me tighter, and it feels divine. Niska groans into our kiss, her hips grinding up against me. My mouth trails down, and I devour every little hitch of her breath as I kiss and nuzzle along the line of her jaw. “I don’t want any other contracts…” I husk out between nips of my teeth, “… or any other brides.I. Just. Want. You.”
Niska arches her back, pushing her frame up into mine like she wants to get closer. We’re both panting from need and my fangs are already extending.
“We should get to the bench,” I whisper, unable to keep my mouth off of her skin.
