Page 10 of The Final Battle

“Is that all you’ve got? Is your love and desire for me so short winded?“ She taunted.

I let out a huff of laughter and pulled back only to shift her to her knees, so I had a better angle on her entrance. “It’s dangerous to mock someone, little mouse, you never know what might happen when you antagonize the scoundrel you let into your bed.“

“Well, we’re not in a bed right now, are we?“ she pointed out.

The crack of my slap on her ass echoed off the cliffside as I thrust back into her. “Since when did you become so mouthy? The Cassarah I remember could barely stand up for herself, and now here you are, purposefully riling me up. It’s almost like you want to see how far you can push me?“

As if to answer me she thrust back against me as I plunged into her, causing me to bottom out inside her. We both cried out at the feeling catching us both by surprise, but it didn’t slow us down. I knew I was on limited time, the tightness of my balls telling me that I was close. If my little mouse wanted to play with the big dogs, then I’d give her something to remember.

I spread her ass cheeks and spit right on her back entrance then swirled it around before pressing my fingertip in.

“What are you doing?“ Cassarah demanded.

Ignoring her question, I worked her ass gently with short little thrusts that had her moaning and arching her back. Seeing that she truly enjoyed what I was doing, I added a little more spit and worked my finger deeper, feeling her loosening up for me. As I worked both her holes picking up my speed, the walls of her core started to clamp down on me and I struggled to keep a steady rhythm as my own climax was threatening to spill from me.

“Come for me, little mouse, show me how much you’re enjoying me fuck you here on this beach for the world to see,“ I growled, making it two more thrusts before she came, squeezing tight enough that I exploded with a grunt.

Unwilling to pull out, I let everything I had spill into her and visions of her belly growing with my child had me thrusting deeper. One day, when the world was safe again, I would put a baby in this woman I loved. Nothing could mean more to me than having a family with her and the others.

Spent, I collapsed on her back and rolled us to the side, our clothes in shambles covered in sand, damp from the spray of the water, and the happiest I’d ever been. We both just laid there catching our breath watching the clouds across the sky, enjoying the afterglow of finally being together.

“We probably need to head back,“ Cassarah whispered, kissing my arm as she sat up. “Thank you for giving me some space to get my head on right.“

“Is that what we’re calling it? I’ve always heard it called an afternoon delight, but things are always changing,“ I mused as I tucked myself back into my pants and righted my shirt.

Cassarah just glowered at me and turned, giving me her back to help her with her bodice. I’d torn parts of it but there were enough holes for me to use that we got it on her well enough it would make the trip back. Good thing she was going back to get cleaned up and changed, or the whole clan would know what we’d done out here.

Chapter seven

Cassarah

“Where the hell have you been?“ Becka yelled the moment I entered my chambers. “Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been? The last we knew, you were going to see Vasin, then you and Cole just flew off no one the wiser to what was going on.“

May was standing next to her, arms crossed and looking extremely disappointed in me. “Cassarah, I understand you’re under a lot of pressure right now, but with the threat of the Lost King’s dragon you can’t do things like that. We trusted you to go see Vasin and come right back.“

While I understood their concern, I didn’t at all appreciate how they were treating me right now. “Enough,“ I snapped. “I understand that I should have let someone know where we were going, but I feel the need to remind you that I don’t answer to you two. In a few hours, I will officially be crowned queen of the Sheca, your queen. If I need to take some time for myself then I will do so. I didn’t go alone or without protection. I had Cole and Jovid with me the whole time, so I feel this attack is unwarranted.“

May and Becka looked at me eyes wide with shock at my outburst.

“I’m here now, so we should probably get started on this whole production,“ I suggested heading to the bathing chamber.

Since I didn’t have much holding my bodice together, I was able to rip it off on my own. Soon, I was in the steaming water scrubbing the sand out of my hair and crevices that I never wanted sand to be in again. When I finished with my round of washing, I didn’t leave, knowing that Becka would have her own set of grooming she wanted to do.

“Are you ready for me, Cassarah?“ Becka called from the doorway.

“You can come in,“ I answered, feeling guilty that now she was being more reserved than normal. I watched as she set down the basket of things she was going to use as she avoided looking at me. “Becka, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you both. Ever since I woke up I’ve had someone questioning every move I’ve made and I just snapped. It was wrong for me to do that, it’s not the ruler that I want to be.“

Becka turned her head to meet my gaze. Thankfully, I didn’t see anger but I did see hurt, and that killed me. After all the years we’ve been friends, protecting her from my mother, ensuring she was safe by taking the beating myself. She was the sister I never had, always looking out for me and tending to my wounds after mother was done with me. Becka deserved better from me and I let her down.

“I understand why you snapped at us, but I won’t say that I deserved it, Cassarah. That was mean and spiteful, when all we are doing is trying to look after you,“ She stated, as she slammed down the bottles she pulled out of the basket. “You’ve spent long enough looking after me when you didn’t have to, now it’s my time to look after you, whether you like it or not.“

“This seems to be the theme of the day, pretty much everyone who’s talked to me today has said almost the same thing,“ I sighed, sinking into the water.

“Maybe it’s a sign you should listen to what we’re saying then.“

A silence hung in the air as Becka started combing through my long locks, rubbing scented oils into them. I didn’t fight the quiet, instead I let it stand, knowing there wouldn’t be much of it once I left this room. Which happened far sooner than I would have liked. Dried and in a dressing gown, I was brought to the sitting room that was attached to my sleeping chamber.

It was large enough to fit everyone who needed to be present to get me ready. This was the one thing I didn’t miss after leaving my childhood home—the poking and prodding of many women bustling around me, chatting amongst themselves. One person did my hair while another did my makeup, and a third and fourth person worked on my hands and feet. There wouldn’t be a part of my body that someone hadn’t touched in preparation.