Kas sat up, his cloak spreading to reveal an enormous erection.
“Oh.” I blinked. Then I glanced out the open windows. “Um.”
Kas jerked on the ties to either side of him and curtains whooshed down over the windows. “Bend over that bench. Now!”
Even as I turned, Kas flung my cloak aside. Then the hospital gown got torn apart. Seconds later, he had me spread wide and was working his way deep.
Okay, so maybe I could submit a little.
Chapter Twenty-Two
We went to the castle. Of course. Where else would the King go? I was still wrapping my mind around all of it, and then Kas had cut my sightseeing short with his libido. So when we came to a stop before the enormous, soaring structure that my lover called home, I was feeling a little lightheaded. When I thought about my little craftsman in comparison, the swooning got worse. I was turning into a damn southern belle.
It didn't help that an army of armored warriors shouted out a welcome when Kaspian exited the carriage. He lifted a hand and waved to them before reaching in to help me out. I gripped the edges of my cloak from the inside to keep it shut and stared at the strange people who stared at me. It was like being on a film set. Except that everything was real. Those wings were real. Those glittering eyes. That fucking sword Sir Vadron wore. Dragons. They were Dragons. Why the fuck did they need swords?
With a hand on my back, Kaspian led me up a length of white stone steps that seemed to go on for miles. When we reached the top, a pair of doors three times my height swung open. At first, I thought they were magical and opened on their own. I was so overwhelmed by their size and the detailed carvings on them that I didn't notice the uniformed men holding them open for us until I was passing one.
We entered a long hall with a high ceiling. Not a hallway. It was too big for that. This was a hall that also happened to be a passage through the castle. Craning my neck, I admired the moldings of birds and flowers near the top of the walls. They even went across the ceiling. “Damn.”
“What are you doing?” Kaspian's lips twitched, but his stare was soft.
“Looking at your ceilings.” I nodded up. “You like birds, huh?”
Kas glanced up, then did a double-take. “You know, I've never noticed the birds on the ceiling. Huh. They're lovely.” He looked back at me. “And the white hawk is our kingdom's symbol. That's why it's featured everywhere.”
“Oh. Your symbol. Right. Because you'd want something really fierce to represent a Dragon kingdom. Well done.”
One of the knights marching behind us—Sir Vadron was in front of us with another guy and the rest were behind—chuckled under his breath.
“When you're as powerful as we are, you don't have to choose something fearsome to warn your enemies.” Kas leaned in and smirked at me. “They already know not to fuck with us.”
I burst out laughing. “Yeah, all right. I feel ya.”
Kas shook his head. “You just used English.”
“Did I? I can't tell.”
“It's all right. It can be our secret language.”
“Oh, that could be helpful. Especially when I want to say something naughty to you in public.” I winked at him.
“Precisely what I—” Kas stumbled.
“Kas!” I steadied him as his soldiers closed in around us.
Kaspian's nostrils flared and he snarled at his knights.
They jumped back.
“Clear the way!” Sir Vadron shouted and started running. “Move!”
Kaspian snapped his teeth at the men behind us.
“Kas, what the fuck?” I grabbed his hand.
A rumbling snarl rolled out of Kaspian's mouth, past his bared teeth. His stare locked on the knights. They kept backing away, pushing other people back with them, arms out and stares locked on their king.
“Kaspian!” I grabbed his chin and jerked his head to face me.
