“What if we told him we're…” Lore climbed over me, caging me with his arms and his legs, his stiffening cock between us.
That languid, muscle-melting feeling swam through me, and when he started kissing my neck, his fingertips teasing, roaming, I lost all sense of place and time. Every time he touched me, it was so much more than lust. It was proof that no spell, no crown, no fates-damned curse could sever us. I would've soon lost myself in him if Lord Briscalar hadn't cleared his throat.
“What is it, Briscalar?” Lore growled.
“Oh…” I could almost see the lord swallow. Hard. “I felt it prudent to let you know that Prince Dorion of Halendor Court has arrived, and he states he has vital news.”
“We can't ignore Dorion.”
“Watch me.” His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin. “Nothing's more important than this. Than you being here, safe, in our bed.”
Heat pooled low in my belly. “Lord Briscalar is waiting.”
“Let him wait.” Lore's mouth curved against my shoulder. “I have more pressing matters to attend to.”
“My queen?” The lord's voice carried a note of concern. “Are you quite alright?”
“She's perfect,” Lore called back, loud enough to be heard. “Absolutely perfect.”
I bit back a laugh. “You're terrible.”
“And you love it.”
Lord Briscalar cleared his throat pointedly. “Perhaps I should return later?—”
“No, it's fine.” I raised my voice. “We'll be out shortly.”
Lore mock scowled and flopped back onto the bed. “Traitor.”
“You may enter, Lord Briscalar,” I called, tugging the blankets up to my chin.
Footsteps sounded, and our bedroom door cracked open. The lord peered through carefully. “Ah, youareawake. Forgive the intrusion, but Prince Dorion insisted the matter was urgent.”
“Soon-to-be King Dorion, you mean,” I said, keeping the covers to my chin. “His father passed.”
“Indeed. Though I must say, having any ruler from another court arrive unannounced is…unprecedented.”
“Dorion's a friend,” I said. “Treat him well.”
“Of course.” Lord Briscalar's gaze remained diplomatically fixed on the far wall. “Shall I have breakfast brought up or will you dine with the prince?”
“Take Dorion to the throne room.” Lore's fingers found mine beneath the blankets. “What do you think, love? Breakfast here?”
The warmth in his voice sent shivers across my skin. “Yes. Lord Briscalar can have it delivered in about fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen?” Lore's breath tickled my ear. “You underestimate me, Wildfire.”
“Prove it,” I whispered back.
Lord Briscalar's mouth twitched. “As you wish. I'll inform Prince— err, soon-to-be King Dorion you'll join him shortly.”
The door closed with a soft click.
I faced Lore, one eyebrow raised. “Now then, about those fifteen minutes…”
“Challenge accepted.” His hands were already roaming. “I’ll need much more time than that to properly remind you how much I missed you.”
“We shouldn't keep Dorion waiting too long.”
