로그인Late in bed? Of course, I will investigate! Ever since the day I arrived, Gideon never missed a night in my bed.And so, I put on an invisibility spell and followed him. I don’t believe that he will be visiting one of his concubines.For an entire minute, I wait until the echo of his footsteps fades along the corridor. I count the seconds and then slip into the hall after him. The palace can be a maze, but I know each halls and most of the rooms.Gideon takes a left at the portrait gallery, then ducks into the servants’ wing. I glide behind a marble pillar and watch as he disappears behind a tapestry depicting some ancient battle. I’m on him in two beats, holding my skirts so they don’t get caught and betray me by creating any sounds.I watch him from a distance. He moves with purpose, like he’s walking back into a memory. I barely make a sound but just to be sure, I also activated a spell that will ensure he won’t be able to smell or sense me.At the bottom of the grand staircase, he
A heavy snowfall blankets the Dunkerson castle, its white shroud muting the world into hushed stillness. It’s winter now and things are progressing as planned.Inside the King's chamber, a fire crackles, its warmth fighting against the chill seeping through the stone walls."Look at this," Gideon says, drawing me toward a window where delicate patterns of frost are painted on the glass. His breath fogs the pane as he traces a flower with his finger. It’s moments like this that he seems like a young child. “A flower for you.”"Nature's own artistry," I remark. I watch his quiet joy in such simple things. "You seem happy.""Indeed, I am," he turns to me, eyes gleaming. "I enjoy every moment with you, Serra."I look away the instant the memories of past winters flash through my mind. I quell it quickly and hope that Gideon did not see that flash of pain on my face."It’s beautiful," I say, and when Gideon opens his palm, I rest my hand over his.For a moment, we stand together. For outsi
I groan as I stretch my sore muscles, a side effect from the intense lovemaking sessions with my husband, the Lycan king, Gideon. Right now, he is lying next to me, a satisfied smirk on his face.“Enjoying the aftermath?” he teases, trailing a finger down my arm.I roll my eyes and slap his hand playfully. “Shut up and let me recover.”He chuckles and pulls me into his arms. “You know I can help with that.”I laugh and kiss him on the lips. “How? Run me ragged again?”“It should be ‘ride you ragged’, but then again, you’re the one who had ridden me last night, or was it earlier morning?”I hit his chest as we laugh. “I wonder what they will say, since we missed the official announcement of the martial combat winners this morning.”“They will say that the Lycan King and his Luna are busy on some marital duties,” he responds, caressing
The arena is a sea of colorful banners that represent different noble families. The sun is glinting off the weapons that are wielded by the skilled combatants, their sweat and determination evident on their faces. The crowds cheer and jeer as they watch the intense bouts, adrenaline pumping across the arena. I sit beside Gideon, his hands intertwined with mine. He moves closer to me and whispers, “Do you think that after this we can return to our rooms?” I smile at him. Lately, he has been insatiable. He is worse than I was when I drank Caius’ blood. If I don’t know better, I will say that he’s jealous of my need to visit Caius from time to time. It’s as if he is afraid that he will lose me again — as if the previous is not entirely his fault. “My king, we are in the middle of a competition,” I scold Gideon teasingly, yet I inch my leg closer to his. He smirks and leans in to me. “Yes, but it’s becoming hard to wait. I need you now.” I can’t help but giggle at his eagerness. “Ther
However, Gideon seems oblivious to my discomfort. He pulls my skirt down and places a kiss on my neck again. When he gazes at me again, he looks as if he is glowing with joy.“All well?” he asks, placing a kiss on my hair before sitting straight on the couch.I straighten my gown again and smooth it out. I also reach to my hair and try to fix it. I know I look like a mess. My cheeks might probably be flushed, and I look disheveled.“Enter!” Gideon bellows.And then, Caius, Prince of Liddicoat and my partner in my revenge against the man who was just between my legs earlier, enters the room. His white-gold eyes land on me and his eyes shine with amusement.“You called for me, King Gideon?” he asks, bowing a little to him.“I did,” he starts, moving closer to me. “You’ve been going around the castle, making passes on the servants. Is the Liddicoat royalty not afraid of siring bastards
I beam at him and reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. His worry is lessening, replaced by desire instead."Should I ask Claire to retrieve all my work and transfer here?" I ask. “So I can work with you?”"Yes, please," he says, kissing the side of my neck, his arms still around my waist.Then his mouth goes to the top of my chest, all the while kissing. I place my hands on his shoulders as he continues to bury his face on my chest, then on my stomach."Oh, Serra..." he whispers as he goes down on me.And then he kneels before me. He takes a look on my face before he buries his face on my crotch, taking a long sniff through the fabric."Gideon…" I whisper. "It's still early.""I want you now, Serra," he whispers, pulling up my dress, his fingers grabbing my legs.I hold his chin and make him look at me. "Can we do his after dinner with the Queen? I don't want to look disheveled and flushing in front of her.""It's good, right? She'll know that we are busy
On days when Gideon and I are not lazing on the bed, I methodically weave my web of influence and power within the castle walls. With Claire’s help, I familiarize myself with every nook and cranny of the grand castle, re-learning the names of those who fill its halls. Despite facing skepticism from
The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over Gideon and I as we lay tangled in the sheets. Our bodies are still entwined from our lovemaking the night before. But it’s not really the sun that wakes me up. It is Gideon’s morning kisses, which are stirring me again, eve
The smell of grilled steak and roasted vegetables fills the air as we sit across from each other at the dinner table. But our focus is not on the food in front of us; it’s on each other. Gideon sits confidently in his chair, his dark eyes never leaving my own. I get up from my chair and move to him.
I feel my cheeks flush as I pull away. Slowly, I sit up, never breaking eye contact with him. My body is still tingling from our previous activities, and the way he looks at me only heightens the sensations. “Lie on your side,” he orders. I obey, and he lies behind me. Without a word, he reaches out







