“Thank you,” she says to me, and then turns to Saxon. “Thank you both.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I ask. He’s the one who just fucked her so well she can barely walk.
“For…” She shakes her head. “For not being angry—” She gestures toward Saxon. “Zogar, I know we agreed to discuss this first, but?—”
“It’s fine.” My words come out rougher than I intend, my tone laden with envy.
When she’s riding my pommel, I try not to listen to her most deeply personal thoughts—especially not those about me, but I know she’s at leastconsideredwhether or not she might love me. But she never seems certain. When it comes to loving Saxon, she is very certain.
I can live with that. Whether or not she ever loves me, Rosomon is my wife. Even if she doesn’t love me, it won’t dampen my deep love for her. And I’m grateful she has found a man she does love.
There’s so much compassion in her eyes right now. She’s concerned for me, wondering how I felt watching Saxon fuck her, and that only amplifies my deep love for her. She knows it hurt me to see them together, that it triggered my possessiveness.
I draw a deep breath. Rosomon can so easily read me. Rosomon knows me. She sees me like no one else has ever before. She sees every part of me, the best parts and the worst. And my worst parts are egregious.
She not only saw me incinerate a large group of mages while we were in the Darkness, she knows I caused the deaths of Roule and Nyxarious today. And she’s heard me threaten the lives of others—including her lovers and her family.
No wonder she can’t love me. How could anyone so pure of heart love such a brutish killer. How could she love me, after seeing the depths of my cruelty, the magnitude of my thirst for vengeance.
I shake those thoughts from my mind. It’s enough for me to know that she’s happy. All I can do is work to be better and hopethat someday she’ll want me in her life for reasons beyond our vows. Beyond my cock.
I know she lovesthatpart of me, but I’m no longer so arrogant to believe that only my cock can fully satisfy her. Seeing and hearing how much pleasure she felt with Saxon just now was a shock to my system. Especially because the act seemed rushed and impersonal. I’m sure he can fuck her much better than that.
“Zogar.” Stepping up to me, Rosomon slides her hand onto my chest.
The tip of my cock taps her belly, and I groan.
She shifts slightly back. “I’m sorry we didn’t discuss this first.”
“My love.” I cup her face. “Don’t worry. I have no plans to come between you and Saxon. I see how he makes you happy.”
Her perfect breasts rise on a deep inhale of relief, and her tiny hand slides up to caress my cheek. “Thank you, Zogar. Thank you, again. That means so much—” Her body brushes my stiff cock again.
I grit my teeth. “No need to thank me. I told you the day we wed that you were free to have lovers outside our union.”
“But you also said that the meaning of our vows had changed after you told me…” Her head tips to the side instead of saying the words. Clearly, she doesn’t want to divulge our private conversation in front of her lover.
“That isn’t what changed.”
“Then what?” Her body brushes my hardness again.
“Stop that,” I say far too loudly.
She jerks away from me, and Saxon leaps up to stand protectively beside her.
“Sorry,” I say more softly. “I didn’t mean to speak sharply, but every time your body brushes my cock…” I shake my head. It’s my fault I’m not wearing clothes. It’s my fault I got aroused watching Saxon fuck her.
A soft smile breaks into her violet eyes, and her tongue darts between her soft lips. My already painful cock and stones pound. I don’t think she fully understands her effect on me—on most men, I expect. And I can’t bear the pain of my need any longer.
“I shouldn’t have intruded. I’ll leave you two alone.” I’ll go into the woods and seek relief in my hand. I turn away.
“Don’t go,” Saxon calls out. “Not on my account.”
I turn back to face them. He’s looking down into her eyes, clearly asking her what she wants. Another wave of jealousy rumbles through me. Rosomon knows me, but Saxon knows her. Andhedoesn’t need to use the cheat of reading her thoughts, like I can when I’ve knotted her onto my pommel.
Saxon turns back toward me. “I didn’t last long, and I won’t be hard again for a while. So, if Rosomon wants?—”
“I want,” she says. She steps toward me, and her tiny hand closes around my thick cock.
