Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1185(@200wpm)___ 948(@250wpm)___ 790(@300wpm)
He had his hair swept back in a neat bun at the nape of his neck, all but that shorter piece I’d cut that rested against the height of his cheekbone. He’d continued to honor the deal—both deals—that he’d struck with me, joining me for supper and then, later, proving that he was an exceptionally fast learner when it came to using his tongue. My face warmed as memories rose of his head between my thighs and his mouth on me, doing all sorts of wicked, wonderful things for what felt like a small eternity.
Nyktos looked down at me as we neared the stables. “What are you thinking about?”
My eyes widened slightly and then narrowed on him. “Stop reading my emotions.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure doesn’t sound—” I gasped as Nyktos shadowstepped without warning, grasping my arms. Within the blink of an eye, he had me against the wall of the stables, the entire front of his body pressed to mine. My breath snagged as I looked up at him. Iridescent wisps of eather bled into his irises.
Then his mouth was on mine.
Nyktos kissed me, and he—gods—he kissed like his very life depended on it, and this was one of those moments. There was no checked or banked passion. He went for it. Lips. Tongue. Fangs scraping, teasing. When his mouth left mine, my knees actually felt weak.
“You were projecting,” he whispered against my throbbing lips. “Desire.” His tongue flicked over my lower lip, drawing a gasp from me. “Smoky and thick. If you keep thinking about whatever you have in your mind, we’ll never make it to the Vale.”
Clasping the front of his cloak, I fought the urge to pull his mouth back to mine. “That wouldn’t be…responsible of us.”
“Absolutely not,” he agreed, dragging his hands down my cloaked arms. “So, behave.”
“You’re the one manhandling and kissing me,” I pointed out.
“I’d say you’re the one driving me to do so.” His lips grazed mine. “But I’ve been looking for a reason to kiss you since you licked that drop of juice from your lip at breakfast.”
“You don’t need a reason,” I told him. “All you need is want.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” His forehead touched mine. Neither of us moved for the span of several heartbeats, and I almost wished we could stay this way. But that was a silly thought. Finally, he stepped back.
I peeled myself off the wall, noticing that a handful of guards were grouped together not too far away. Nyktos must have been aware of them long before I was, but that hadn’t stopped him. Which confounded me a little as we returned to being responsible and got moving. His act—his kiss—had been rather public. And, well, I wasn’t exactly used to anyone even acknowledging my existence in public.
The scent of straw and hay reached me as we entered the stables. I quickly saw that they were empty except for the horses. “Where’s Nektas?”
Nyktos led me toward the back row of stalls, his hand on my back a steady, grounding presence. “He’ll join us on the road.”
“In his draken form?”
“No, he’ll be on horseback. It will be quicker and easier to travel that way once inside the Vale.”
Meaning it was quicker and easier for me to travel that way. Not Nektas, who could take to the sky. But I bet Nyktos had wanted the draken in his mortal form beside me.
He stopped, the dim light of the stables glinting off his cuff as he slid open a stable door. “Meet Gala.”
Peering around him, my lips parted as I saw a gorgeous mare standing in the center of the stall, already saddled as she nibbled on some hay. She was almost as large as Odin, quite a bit bigger than most horses in the mortal realm. Her coat had a unique roan pattern with white hairs on top of a black base, giving her a faint blue coloring.
Straw crunched under my boots as I walked to her. Gala lifted her head, twitching her ears at my approach. “She’s beautiful,” I said, slowly lifting my hand to her. She stilled, letting me run my hand down her smooth, broad muzzle.
“I’m glad you like her.” Nyktos had entered behind me without making a single sound. “She’s yours, after all.”
My head whipped around. “Come again?”
“I planned on giving her to you for the coronation.” Nyktos brushed past me, checking the straps on the saddle. “But I saw no reason to wait.”
Gala nudged my hand since I’d stopped stroking her in my shock.
“You’re surprised.” He glanced over at me, the tendrils of eather faint in his silvery gaze. “And, no, I’m not reading your emotions. I can see it on your face.”
I blinked. “I just…I wasn’t expecting a gift.” I cleared my throat. “Thank you.”
“Is it not customary to bestow a gift on a wedding day in the mortal realm?” Nyktos turned to the wall behind the horse, where several short swords were sheathed and affixed to the wall. I would’ve thought that was a strange place to keep weapons, but then again, there seemed to be stashes in every other chamber.