Page 16 of Bred By The King

She wraps her legs around me. “Yeah. You did.”

I take my time. I kiss her neck, her jaw, her mouth. I tell her she’s beautiful. I tell her I’m sorry the fish is burned. I tell her I’ll order takeout for the rest of our lives if it means I get to come home to her every night.

She comes again, clenching around me, her nails scratching red lines down my back. I follow, flooding her on the kitchen island.

After, I carry her to our chambers, her legs wrapped around my waist, my cum leaking down her thighs. The servants scatter. I don’t care.

Fourteen

LAYLA

The training yard is covered in fresh snow. I warm up alone, trying to ignore the eyes on me. Soren’s warriors still watch me like I’m a curiosity.

Erik approaches. The tall blond warrior Soren threw against a wall. We haven’t spoken since.

“Your Majesty,” he says, bowing slightly. Stiff. Formal.

“Erik. Come to spar?”

“If you’ll have me.”

We circle. He’s bigger, stronger, with reach that should give him every advantage. But I’ve been training since I was six. I know leverage.

He comes at me hard. I duck, sweep his leg, and throw him. He hits the mat with a grunt.

“Again,” I say.

We exchange blows, his heavy and powerful, mine fast and precise. I land a hit to his ribs. I dodge his counter and throw him again.

The other warriors watch now.

Erik stands, snow dusting his hair, and something shifts in his expression. Respect. Reluctant, but real.

“You’re good,” he admits. “Better than good.”

“I know.”

A ghost of a smile. “The king chose well.”

Soren appears at the edge of the yard, arms crossed. Erik sees him and bows deeper.

“Your Majesty.”

“Erik.” Soren’s voice is flat. “You treating my queen with respect?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. She’s… formidable.”

“Damn right she is.” Soren crosses the yard, ignoring everyone else. He stops in front of me, his eyes dragging over my body. “You done here, wife?”

“I was thinking of going another round…”

“No.” He catches my wrist, his thumb brushing my pulse. “You’re coming with me. Now.”

“Soren…”

He leans close, his mouth at my ear. “You’re driving me insane. You’re wet. I can smell it. And if I don’t get inside you in the next five minutes, I’m going to bend you over that fence in front of everyone.”

My pussy clenches. I can feel wetness dampening my shorts.