Mag-log inCaspian did not wait for the rest of the courses to be served.He stood up from the royal throne, lifting me in his left arm as if I weighed nothing at all, my plum velvet gown draping over his dark leather sleeve. His silver eyes swept across the High Dining Hall with a look of cold, lethal satisfaction, dismissing Vespera and the fifty staring lords as if they were dust on his boots."The feast is over," Caspian announced, his voice a low, double-noted rumble that vibrated through the stone floor. "My Queen is tired."He turned and carried me out of the hall through the heavy double doors, leaving the southern delegation sitting in stunned, furious silence behind us.The moment the oak doors sealed behind us, Caspian’s composure broke.He did not walk us down the long gallery toward our bedroom. He carried me straight into the private anteroom off the main hall, kicking the heavy door shut with his boot, the iron latch engaging with a sharp
Vespera’s painted lips tightened into a thin, bloodless line. She did not answer my challenge. She simply turned on her heel, her golden fox furs trailing across the pristine snow, and glided back through the iron gates with her six heralds behind her.The heavy iron bars slammed shut, the latch turning in the lock with a sharp, echoing snap that rang through the cold air.The moment the gates closed, Caspian’s arms locked around my waist from behind.He pulled my back flush against his bare, broad chest, his heat scorching through the velvet of my dress. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent in deep, harsh surges, his teeth grazing my claiming mark with a rough, possessive tenderness that made my pulse jump in my thighs."Two weeks," Caspian growled against my skin, his voice a low, subterranean rumble that made my ribs vibrate. "She thinks fourteen days in my Keep will give her time to weaken you.""Let her think whatever she wants, my love," I whispered, my
His hands stayed locked on my hips, pinning me flat against the heavy oak table.Caspian didn't lift his head immediately. He kept his face buried in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent in deep, harsh surges, his hot breath scalding my skin. The sheer weight of his broad chest pressed against mine, shutting out the cold, shutting out Vespera's threats, shutting out the entire world beyond our door."She called you an unbonded female," Caspian growled into my neck, his voice a low, subterranean rasp that made my ribs vibrate. "She spoke as if a piece of paper signed by dead men could rewrite what we are.""Let her bring her papers, Caspian," I whispered, my fingers sliding through his thick, damp hair, holding him close. "A paper doesn't make a Queen. You made me your Queen."He lifted his head slowly, his silver eyes blazing down into mine with a look of such raw, possessive devotion that my heart skipped a beat. His thumb caught my lower lip, pulling
The five seconds expired, but nobody moved.Caspian took a single step toward Vespera, the stone floorboards groaning beneath his weight. He didn't find a weapon. He didn't need one. The pure, suffocating pressure of his Lycan dominance filled the sitting room, making the two golden guards behind Vespera drop to one knee, their hands trembling as they struggled to hold their breath.Vespera’s smile finally faltered. Her golden-grey eyes widened by a fraction, her chest heaving as the weight of Caspian's rage hit her. But she stood her ground, her fingers tightening around the golden scroll."Kill me, Caspian," Vespera rasped, her voice straining under his pressure. "Kill me and watch fifty thousand southern bayonets cross your border before sunset. My father will burn every village in your valley to avenge my blood."I stepped forward, my hand sliding around Caspian’s bare forearm.The moment my skin met his, I felt the sheer, monstrous
I woke to the heavy warmth of Caspian’s arm locked across my waist.The bedroom was silent except for the crackle of the dying hearth fire and the slow, deep rhythm of his breathing against my back.Sunlight bled through the high curtains, casting golden streaks across the fur blankets and the dark wood of the bed. My body was sore in places that made my cheeks flush, a deep, aching reminder of the night before... of the water, the fire, and the ruthless, worshipping way he had taken me until I couldn't speak.I shifted slightly, trying to turn in his grip, and his hand tightened on my waist instantly."Where are you going, sweet girl?" his voice rasped against the back of my neck, thick with sleep and heavy with morning heat."Nowhere," I whispered, smiling into the darkness of the pillows as I turned in his arms to face him.Caspian opened his eyes. The silver in his irises was clear, bright, and completely unclouded, burning with a
He rose over me while I was still trembling."Look at me."I did, as I shivered with intense pleasure.He positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of him rubbing through my soaked folds, the piercing dragging over my clit until I whimpered. He teased at my entrance, and used his throbbing cock to sweeten me up. Then he pushed inside in one long, devastating thrust.The stretch stole my breath. Full. Deep. Perfect."Oh gods...""I know," he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine as he sank to the hilt. "I know. Take me. Just like that. Feel how deep I am."He gave me a moment to feel every inch of him, buried so thoroughly I could barely think. My walls fluttered around him. He cursed softly at the sensation.Then he began to move.Slow at first. Deep. Heavy. Each stroke dragging against places that made my back arch and my nails bite into his shoulders. The piercing rubbed inside me with every thrust, turning pl







