“The Block hit, and I was separated from my ... bond.” Vali couldn’t help the growl that escaped him as he thought of the fucker who’d pretended to be his wife’s mate. North’s head fell against his chest as if reassuring him she was okay.
“I wanted to feel connected to my magic again. I know it’s silly, but—”
“It’s not,” he interrupted. “It makes sense. And it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He fell to his knees so he could reach the skin of her lower back, moving away just enough to let the dress fall, revealing the sapphire-blue panties she wore—ones that matched his robes.
With her still facing away from him, he kissed along the edges of the lacy fabric, first at her hips and then down the seams that cut across her beautifully tight ass. He hooked a finger around the waistband and nuzzled into her skin.
“These are now mine,” he said, replacing his finger with his teeth as he began to drag them off.
“You cannot have my underclothes, King,” she replied haughtily.
He spanked her, eliciting a surprised gasp that made his pulse race and his cock throb.
“Obey your king, Pretty Queen.”
“Or what?”
He spanked her again, and that sound, gods fucking damn it, that sound was his new favourite thing in the entire universe.
“Or I will have to punish you as I see fit,” he warned, taking his time dragging the fabric down her toned legs.
Goddess, she was perfect.
“Do your worst,” she taunted, sticking her ass out in clear invitation.
“I see my queen likes to be disobedient.”
“Disobedient implies that you are somehow my keeper, yet you are the one on your knees.” Where he would gladly stay.
His tongue trailed up the inside of her legs, begging for more. She lifted one leg onto the bed, giving him full access to her centre, but he kept moving, his tongue tracing the lines of her body. She whimpered.
Without warning he spun her around, causing her to fall onto the bed on that tempting ass, her legs parting before him.
He became feral, his eyes falling prey to her pretty pussy.
“Tell me, Pretty Queen, what would it take for you to behave?” His fingers danced along the edges of her hip bones where her tattoo continued.
“You are far too dressed to be demanding things from me, King.”
Her eyes scanned up his fully clothed person. She had a point.
Not wanting to miss a single reaction, he stood in front of her as she watched him slowly undress, taking his time to remove each piece ofclothing. When he removed his shirt, her eyes widened at his lean but toned frame.
He was only self-conscious for a moment, thinking of their discussion of her tattoo and the way Fae and Vanir liked to ink themselves with beautiful artwork. He had kept himself unmarked.
His entire expanse of skin was without a single tattoo, and her lips quirked.
“You will only bear my marks, King,” she promised.
Fucking Hel.
He dropped his pants, watching her teeth sink into her full lip as she took him in, hard and ready for her. How could he not be? She began shifting fully onto the bed and he growled.
“Who said you could move?”
