Instead, she opened the closet door and stepped inside to paw through her bags still packed and lying on the floor where our staff had left them. We’d eventually have to let them inside the suite to take care of her things, but for now, it was wonderful to share this time with my wife. Life and all I needed to deal with would be slamming its fist on the door soon.
She poked her head out of the closet that was equal in size to my bathing chamber. “Royal Scepter has a certain gravitas. Should I start addressing it in this way during every engagement?”
“By the fates, please don't.”
“Borgon slayer?” A quick swipe sent the hair off her face, but it would drift forward again. I’d loved watching her ride me with it streaming around her shoulders, her back, and her face. “Your cockinessiseffective at destroying enemies. And me, apparently.”
“While I do enjoy feeling you quiver around me when you come, I'll argue thatyouhave destroyed me, not the other way around.”
“And that’s how it should be,” she said much too smugly.
I had to admit she was right.
“Lustbringer?” she said with a muffled laugh. “That seemsaccurate given its capabilities.” She drew her head out of a deep bag and peered around. “They may not have packed it.”
“Packed what?”
“I think Fire Starter,” she said with a grin. “After all, it ignites me.”
I stroked my cock harder. “Come show me how ignited you are. If you ask in a dutiful voice, I’ll let you ride me.”
“Dutiful, huh?” Her huff rang out. “You're distracting me.”
Thatwasmy intention.
“It’s not here.” She returned to stand beside the bed.
I, of course, admired her naked body and rose onto my elbow to stroke my fingertips across her chest, landing on her right nipple that I rolled between my finger and thumb.
Her eyelids slid shut before snapping open again. “Stop it.” With a grumble, she backed away from my reach. She snatched up a thin nightgown someone had thoughtfully laid on the chair. It had remained there, unused, because I couldn’t bear to see her wearing even a stitch of clothing. “I won’t be long.”
“Don’t go,” I called out a touch too plaintively as she strode toward the sitting area. “You don’t even have to ask dutifully. Even if you snarl, I’ll let you ride my fire starter.”
She paused in the doorway and glanced back over her shoulder. “You, my adorable husband, need to wait.”
A flit, and she was gone from my view. Farris must’ve heard us, because he bounded into the room, leaping onto the bed. He sniffed at my ass and brought out my groan when he pawed near my fire starter, before snorting and circling around to settle on the blankets.
Reyla popped back into view again, and that was all Farris needed. He jumped into her arms while she juggled a small book and a velvet bag about the length of my palm.
“My sweet little nyxin missed mesomuch,” she said, snuggling her face in his neck.
“So did I.”
Her attention wandered to my body, and she gave me a conniving look. “We have a problem. You’ve…deflated.” After placing Farris on the floor, she moved closer. When her sparkling gaze swept across my naked frame, and my cock kicked into action again, her smile grew. “Iamgoing to ride, so make sure your dragon is ready. Does it need a bit of assistance?”
I growled and with a flit, pounced on her, sweeping her up and laying her on the bed where I could pin her to the blankets.
“Not right now, Lore.” She banged the book on my shoulder then thrust it between us. “Don’t you want to know what’s inside her diary? I nullified your mother’s spell, and I’ve got the key.” It dangled along with the ring and pendant between her lush breasts. “It might contain clues.”
“I do want to know what it says, but mydragonis hungry.”
“I suspect your dragon is always hungry.”
“Then feed it, love. That’ll subdue it for a while.”
“For all of a few moments, you mean.”
“Would you want anything less?”
