As my orgasm rampaged through me, I had the thought that this feeling was what the dead longed for, because only being mortal could feel this good. The fact that everything could slip away and be gone in an instant only intensified my passion, because I knew this couldn’t last forever.
I kept riding him even after we’d both climaxed, to draw out the moment. Ethan lifted me off of him, and kissed me tenderly, until my head had stopped spinning and I finally felt grounded to the earth.
“I could make love to you for the rest of eternity and it wouldn’t be enough,” Ethan said. He held our bodies closer together, pressing skin to skin.
“Whatever comes, we’re not going to end, Ethan. We love each other so much we’ll be together again. No matter what comes to seperate us.”
Ethan gave a throaty noise of agreement. As he held me, I knew I was one lucky girl. Life, death, neither mattered. Because Ethan and I shared an eternal soul bond, and that connection was somethingnothing— not even the gods— could separate.
I would adore and love him until my dying breath. And I’d be waiting for him on the other side, until we were reunited again.
Chapter Fifteen
Ethan
My wedding was only a few days away, and as such, it was time for my bachelor party.
I had no interest in bars and strippers (and as a king, it wouldn’t be proper anyway), so Stefan had planned a good old-fashioned camping trip. It was prime hunting season in Malovia, and we hoped to bring home a few deer, as well as get roaring drunk.
It was around midnight. We were hunting on the royal grounds surrounding the palace. I would’ve preferred somewhere a bit more rural, but in a time of war with enemies everywhere, I was forced to take what I could get, and be happy with it. There were guards stationed all around the woods where we roamed. They gave us our distance, standing alert more than a mile off as my friends and I searched the woods for stags.
Very loudly, I might add.
“Every deer in Malovia has heard you bastards coming,” I grumbled. I was crouching in the bushes and waiting for a deer to walk by, but it would be a near impossible task with the men I’d brought.
“Would youpleasestop singing?” I hissed in a low voice at Stefan. He was carrying on some brash hunting song, which echoed through the woods. He was also dragging Theo, who was so drunk he couldn’t stand.
“I thought we were here to have fun,” Stefan objected. “You wanna be my daddy and give me a lecture?”
“Maybe he’ll take you across the knee,” Theo slurred with a snicker, and his head drooped onto his shoulder.
“Kinky!” Stefan wiggled his eyebrows. “Didn’t know it was that kind of party.”
“Iwantto biff you across the face.” I scanned the trees for deer, but didn’t see any. Couldn’t smell them, either. The woods were empty.
Like dumbasses, we hadn’t brought any food, just alcohol, so if we didn’t catch something, we were going hungry tonight. My dream of a freshly-hunted kill roasting over an open fire was being crushed underfoot by the sound of Stefan’s loud boots and Theo’s inane giggling.
Alexei popped his head out of a bush. “Why is he always pissed whenever we drink?” Alexei asked, giving a glance at Theo.
“Because he’s the easiest to get drunk!” Stefan said, slinging an arm around Theo’s shoulders. “He’s my little lightweight.”
Theo hiccuped. I shook my head. I’d had a few drinks before we’d left the campsite, but gods, Theo had gone through an entire keg of ale on his own. Apparently the party was starting early.
“Ouch! That hurt!” Arthur stumbled out of the thicket, pulling a couple thorns out of his ass. He looked entirely miserable trekking through these woods. Arthur was sober, as he didn’t like to drink, but he was a piss-poor hunter.
“Are yousureyou wanted to come along?” Alexei asked in amusement. “Hunting doesn’t seem like your favorite activity.”
“I’m just trying to enjoy a night out with my mates. Don’t have too many free days left,” Arthur commented.
Stefan’s face lit up. “That’sright! Arthur and I need to get our kicks while we can.”
The thought of Stefan being a father was both endearing and scary as hell. “Sure you’re prepared?” I asked.
“Absolutely. Oh, gods, I hope it’s a girl. I couldn’t handle one like me. I was a hellion when I was younger.” Stefan sighed.
“He was,” I added.
“A right little bastard,” Stefan insisted.
