Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“That’s my job now, Dinesh. Explore the castle. I’ve got Princess Blaise from here.”
“Oh, all right,” he huffs like a chastened child.
Everyone has been restored to their natural state, but they’re still finding their purpose after so many years. I laugh and snuggle against Argon as he sways me to the music. I could get used to this.
Argon lifts my face with his fingers under my chin. I look up into his eyes and smile. He takes my lips, kissing me deeply.
Yes, this I can certainly get used to.
Epilogue
Family Magic
Blaise
“Again, Mama,” Ayrilesse cries out as I pop the bubble I placed her in.
She floats down to her pink-covered bed, giggling. My daughter is adorable with her reddish-brown-and-blonde locks and her father’s and grandfather’s eyes. She has dimples in each of her cheeks that charm the treats out of Ms. Posh’s kitchen every day and gets her out of music lessons with Dinesh anytime she wants to run the castle instead.
Everyone in the castle is wrapped around her little finger. Her grandfather’s home isn’t any better. She’s brought new life to the king.
“Okay, one more time,” I relent, shaking my head.
Argon growls at me, placing an arm around my waist. He has been trying to get me to put our daughter to bed so that we can go to our own. I tip my head back against his chest and look into his lust-filled eyes.
I purse my lips to keep from laughing at him. He narrows his eyes at me, causing me to lift to my toes to kiss him. Meanwhile, I place Ayrilesse into a bubble and lift her in the air as her father is distracted. Or at least, I think he’s distracted until Ayrilesse starts to squeal.
“Pretty! Again, Daddy, again.”
I turn to see Argon has been changing the bubble’s color. Our daughter’s eyes are huge as she watches the orb turn from blue to pink to purple to yellow. I sag into Argon’s warmth and watch our baby play happily.
“I wish we could keep her safe inside one of those forever,” I say.
Argon wraps both arms around me and tightens his embrace. He kisses the top of my head. I will never grow tired of this.
“She will always be protected. I will put my life on that,” he murmurs to me. He then says to our daughter. “Time for bed, little princess.”
“Aww, Daddy, no.” She pouts. Her brown cheeks are so freaking adorable.
“Yes, sweetheart. We will play tomorrow. Tonight, we sleep.”
“Okay,” she whines as I burst the bubble and gently float her down to her bed.
“Sweet dreams, little one,” I say and kiss her forehead.
“Sweet dreams,” she repeats. “Night night, Daddy.”
“Night night.”
I hesitate to turn and leave, but Argon has lost his patience. He lifts me and tosses me over his shoulder. Ayrilesse giggles and snuggles into her bed.
“Put me down,” I say when we get outside her bedroom and he pulls the door shut.
“Why? So you can find something else to keep me from my wife? You have been busy all day. You’ve felt our spirit link. I need you,” he replies.
“Our reflections have been together all day. We can hold out a little longer.”
His answer is a rumbling growl as he kicks our bedroom door closed. I laugh as my husband takes me to the bed and drops me onto it gently. Both of our clothes are gone before I hit the mattress.
He places a knee on the bed and looks at me lovingly. “I love your laugh,” he says with a smile.
“I love you,” I say as I look at him through my lashes.
“Gods, you know I adore you, woman. My Blaise, my soul match, my beautiful queen.”
“My Argon, my soul match, my handsome king,” I purr back.
Our spirit dragons roar in the distance somewhere and I laugh again. We both can feel what they’re up to. Argon gives me a heated look.
“It seems we need to play catch-up.”
I bite my lip and squeeze my breasts. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” he says proudly.
“Ha, whatever,” I laugh some more.
His eyes sparkle as he cups the back of my neck to draw me to him for a heated kiss. I moan into his mouth. I whimper and pout when he breaks the kiss and backs away.
“Blaise.”
“Yes?”
“You’re pregnant with my son. I can’t keep it to myself anymore,” he says with a wicked grin.
I sit up and wrap my hand around his hard length. I lock eyes with him as I look up into his face. I take a long lick under his shaft as a warning of what’s to come before I return his naughty smile.
“Tell me something I don’t know, love.”
He drops his head back and roars with laughter. My mouth opens in awe. This is my husband. He’s so gorgeous. That laugh is damn wicked. Priceless, in fact.