Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119158 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“Gods! What are you? Part rabbit?”
With a little elbowing and pushing, my voracious lover allowed me to roll over onto my back so I could stare up at his smiling face. He was flushed, sweaty, and his hair was a golden rat’s nest. He looked like he’d been thoroughly fucked, which was so very true.
“We’re celebrating. Don’t you want to celebrate with me?” The wicked elf attempted to jut out his bottom lip and flutter his eyelashes at me in an adorable pout, but he couldn’t maintain that ridiculous expression.
“We’ve been celebrating all night.” I tipped my head to peek out the closest window. As I suspected, the night sky was turning lighter. In just a couple of hours, dawn would break over West Vale.
“Then we will celebrate all morning, all day.”
The spirit was willing, but the body…the body was utterly drained. I was afraid if I tried to come one more time, dust would puff out the end of my dick.
Smiling at the elf who owned me completely, I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek, reveling in how he leaned into my touch. His emerald eyes closed, and such an expression of bliss washed over him. “Every moment we are together is a celebration. This battle is over at last. Orian is safe. You are home, and your parents love you. The world knows you are good and honorable. You’re allowed to rest now.”
Nylian’s eyes opened. “You forgot the most important part.”
“What’s that?”
“I have you. The king of Wolfrest has ordered you to marry me. You have no choice now.”
Still holding his face, I pulled him in for a slow kiss, soaking in the exquisite feel of him. Everything about this felt so right, as if I had been waiting my entire existence to find him so we could fit together.
“And if he hadn’t ordered it, I would have come up with a wicked plot,” I murmured against his lips when I broke off the kiss.
Amusement lit his eyes. He shifted so that he had one arm on my chest and his chin resting on it after pulling a blanket across our bodies. “Really? What kind of plot?”
“A kidnapping plot.”
“Ha! How were you going to manage this? Did you have help lined up?”
A smug smile grew on my lips, and I pushed a stray hair from his forehead. “I did. I asked Saida to loan me Adeline. My scheme was to drug your evening tea and hide you in a sack. From there, Adeline and I would sneak you out with the laundry into a waiting wagon Orian promised to arrange for me.”
Nylian laughed and snuggled closer. “You’ve got both Saida and Orian involved.”
“Mn. From there, I would drive the wagon north until we reached Misty Pass. I was planning to hold you hostage there until you agreed to marry me.”
Nylian made a happy noise and closed his eyes. “I like that plan, but why Misty Pass? Why not go all the way to Gushan?”
I snorted. “Because I don’t want to start a war. Plus, that’s a long drive. I wouldn’t be able to wait that long to kiss you again.”
“Not to mention, Misty Pass is near where we first met,” Nylian added.
“That reminds me, Nylian,” I said, putting emphasis on his very fake name. “Saida recognized the name when she heard me use it. I forgot to ask about that. Nylian wasn’t a name you just made up, was it?”
The elf turned his face into my chest as if he were embarrassed. “Gods, I forgot about that.”
“What? Now you have to tell me!”
He sat up a little and smirked, his cheeks tinged pink. “Nylian was a name I used when Orian and I were very young. When we had some free time between our studies, we would run off to the neighboring woods and play silly games of pretend. I used the name Nylian when I played at being a forest rogue who robbed caravans and went on treasure hunts.”
My body trembled with laughter, and I pulled him in for another hard kiss when he tried to roll away from me. “That’s adorable.”
He snorted and halfheartedly shoved away from me, but I refused to release him. “Orian must have told Saida about our games, because we were too old for such things when she was born. That day in the forest, you said your name was Adam, yet I knew you were Victor. I figured it was all a ruse, so I had to play along. The moment you asked for my name, my mind went blank. The first one I thought of was Nylian.”
“I love that name,” I purred, easing him close for another kiss. “But which would you prefer I use? Would you rather I call you Xeran all the time?”
My prince shook his head. “Together in private, I am your Nylian, and you are my Adam. We’ll save Xeran and Victor for the rest of the world.”