The captives were all returned to their homes. All but Sevarin, who set up an alchemical workshop in Nahel's old laboratory. He refused the offer to move everything to the royal palace in Ahanu, and Raven agreed that it would be better for him to work on unstable cures in a controlled environment away from cities full of people. So, several days after we took the fortress, we were still there.
At least my mate had sent for supplies, including the ingredients Sevarin asked for—some for his work on the Okons and some for him to take home with him. He even sent for some of his household staff to help us. Mainly, Raven wanted his chef. Oh, and his bedding.
I could appreciate the King's taste in silk sheets, especially when I was kneeling on them, straddling His Majesty as I rode him into beautiful bliss. It was our new morning routine. He would wake me with kisses, and I would push him onto his back, straddle him, stretch out my wings, and make love to him. It was always me who instigated the sex. Raven would kiss me, but that was all. He gave me full control of our morning interludes. I knew he did it to strengthen my confidence, but I didn't need it. Someday soon, I'd tell him. But I wanted to enjoy it a little longer. It was fun to feel dominant.
Maybe it should have bothered me that I was making love to my mate in Nahel's old bed. It didn't. We had those lovely sheets, and the room had been cleared of all of Nahel's personal items. So, we were free to enjoy the privacy that had been denied us during most of our journey. There's something to be said for a solid door with a lock. Although I wouldn't trade our time in the forest, settling our mating bond like animals, for any soft bed.
“Raven!” My hands splayed on the King's broad chest, fingertips teasing his hard nipples.
I wasn't there yet, but I could feel the climax building. My back arched, rolling my wings down to slide over Raven's shins. He moaned, his pelvis rocking up to meet my descent as his hands swept up my belly to pinch my nipples. Inside me, his cock pulsed. He was near too. I pushed down harder, taking him as deep as I could and then churning him inside me with undulations of my hips.
A boom rocked through the fortress.
I went still.
“Don't you fucking stop!” Raven snarled.
“But—”
“You know who that was. Keep going!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” I took up my ride again, bouncing up and down, my channel clenching in need.
There went my control, but I was happy to give it up. I loved it when my mate's desire for me drove him wild. His bared teeth weren't a show of aggression but of need. Sweat beaded his forehead, and his hands gripped my hips in desperation. It was enough to make me wild as well.
Raven's shaft was oiled and rock-hard, filling me perfectly. The slip and slide of him inside me sent pleasure zinging up my cock. I rode him faster, moaning and tossing my head. My hair lashed his chest, and—
Boom!
“Gods damn it!” Raven shouted. “I'm going to snip off that Volper's tail and shove it down his throat!”
Laughing, I continued to ride my mate. “He's making progress.”
“If he could make progress without ruining my morning fuck, that would be fantastic.”
I went still on him and lifted an eyebrow. “Your morningwhat?”
Raven's eyes went wide. “Uh, my morning lovemaking.”
“Uh-huh.” I climbed off him, shivering as his cock slid out of me.
“Oh, I don't think so, my foundling. You had your ride. Now, it's my turn.” Raven grabbed my waist and set me on my hands and knees before him. “There's nothing wrong with fucking. Allow me to prove it to you.”
His cock slammed home, and I cried out, wings lifting in praise of the King's lust. Instantly, we were back to our wild passion. Hands on my hips, he thrust deep and then took up a savage rhythm. Sounds came from me unbidden. Primal sounds. Grunts, groans, and whimpers. His cock surged forth, curving up my channel, and his sacs swung forward to hit the sensitive skin between my entrance and my balls. The rhythmic pounding from both his cock and sacs was enough to make my head spin,but with the added sound of his slick movements, I couldn't hold on.
“Raven!” I screamed and came on his pretty silk sheets.
The King didn't mind. In fact, he reached around to pump me while I spilled my desire, sending my orgasm into the realm of the Gods. With the last of my release, I flopped forward, my wings going flat to either side of me, but I kept my ass lifted for my mate.
“That's my sweet foundling,” Raven growled in appreciation.
He let go of my cock and resumed his grip on my ass, but it wasn't enough for my randy mate. Moments later, Raven grabbed my thighs, hoisted them up to his hips, and leaned forward to drive into me. With my upper body pressed into the mattress, he bent me in a gentle upward curve, my wings serving to balance me.
“Eliel!” Raventar roared, his body locking against mine.
Simultaneously, another explosion shook the fortress.
Panting, Raven fell onto the bed behind me so he wouldn't crush my wings. As he lay my legs down, he growled, “Motherfucker!”
