CHAPTER FORTY-SIX（Untitled）Naomi

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Naomi

Wranth’s kiss scorches me to my soul, setting my whole body alight. He slides off the bed until his knees hit the floor, pressing me flush to him.

“My bride,” he growls. “My amazing and beautiful moon bound bride. I never needed the tether to bind me to you, for you already hold my heart. Your intelligence, your strength, your willingness to leap into the unknown to help others—all hold me captivated. I’ve lived a life alone, always on the outside. I only know who I truly am because of you and your gifts.”

He brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Yet all of that pales compared to the joy you’ve brought me. Your love of life makes me want to join in, to fully feast on all the world has to offer as long as I can do it by your side. I am no longer alone. I am yours as you are mine.

“You are the missing piece of my heart, and I’m only whole with you. I will live in a shack and think it a castle with you by my side. I will go with you to your world, if that is what you want. I need never be king in Avalon, for the title is less than meaningless compared to you.”

He grips my hands in his. “Naomi, I love you with all that I am and will ever be, and nothing is more important than you and your happiness.”

Oh . He loves me, more tenderly and truly than I could ever imagine. Instead of leaving me, he’s willing to give up everything for me. Tears fill my eyes as emotion wells in my chest. Here I am, the wordsmith, completely outdone by my taciturn grump of a husband. And loving every minute of it.

“If you want me to be happy,” I breathe. “You’re going to have to kiss me, and then kiss me some more.”

His answering groan vibrates through me as he leans forward to tease his lips over mine. Many times before, we’ve been frantic, kissing each other like we need air—something necessary to be taken in big gulps.

This kiss is soft and sweet, as if he wants to savor me. As if we have all the time in the world. My heart swells with emotion. Because we do—we have time for love now, all the love in his huge heart.

His hands glide up my sides, pulling my shirt gently over my head. Then they stroke over my skin, each touch setting my nerves humming. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.” He caresses the swell of my stomach, fingers sliding over the cups of my bra to trace little lines of fire along the edges of each triangle.

I tangle my fingers in his long hair as he retraces the path with his tongue. His tusks hook on the edge of my bra and tug it down to expose my nipple, already tight and pointed. The wet heat of his mouth makes me moan, and my knees turn to jelly as he sucks on my other breast.

He slides the leather pants down my legs, slowly, so slowly, a teasing light in his eyes, the left side of his lips quirking up in a sexy little smirk.

God, I thought I liked his regular half smile, but this smirk is going to undo me.

When I stand in nothing but my underwear, he pauses, his fingers tracing swirls over my thighs as his eyes drink me in. “You’re glorious, my queen.”

I suck in a shocked breath. I hadn’t really thought about it, but yeah—if he’s a king, and we’re married… I grin. “Queen. I like the sound of that.”

“Good.” He scoops me up and twists to deposit me onto the furs. “Now let me show you how your most loyal of subjects will worship you as is your due.”

I push up onto my elbows and give him a sultry smile. “I think my most loyal of subjects would remove the rest of his clothes first.”

“Is that so?”

I nod and bite my lip in anticipation. “Mmm hmm.”

Already shirtless, he pulls off his boots and stands to unbuckle his sword belt. His eyes eat me up as he unfastens his pants, letting his cock spring free, already swollen and dripping. The sweet scent of his seed makes my mouth water. My king is going to need a little worship of his own before I’m done with him.

Leaning forward, he strips the pants from his long legs, and the thick muscles of his thighs flex as he straightens. God, he’s gorgeous.

He picks up my foot, the pad of his thumb brushing over the sole in a tickle that makes me give an involuntary kick and breathless giggle. That sexy half-smirk appears, his eyes heating as they roam up the stretched length of my leg to my sex. Then he presses a kiss to the divot of my inner ankle, his tongue flicking out and letting me know I have a new erogenous zone. He glides up my leg, licking and scraping me with his tusks until every inch of my skin hums with sensation. Then he repeats his motions on my other leg, finding another sensitive spot on the back of my knee, and licking it until I moan.

Desire, rich and thick, courses through my veins like honey, drugging in its sweetness. By the time he rests between my thighs, his mouth hovering over me, I can barely hold still.

“My bride, I’ve been remiss, so caught by your beauty I didn’t tell you how lovely you are. Hear my words now.” He leans forward and licks the length of my folds, giving an extra flutter over my clit.

Tingles rush through me, and I gasp, “I don’t think those were words.”

“Weren’t they?” That wicked, sexy smirk. “I distinctly remember using my tongue.”

Oh, god. The primal Wranth chasing me through the forest is a sexy whirlwind of desire and power.

This tender Wranth’s slow assault on my senses makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in all the worlds. And his sexy play is going to fucking ruin me.

I can’t wait.

“I suppose I’d better say more to make myself clear.” His eyes lock on mine as he lowers his mouth to me, fastening his lips over my clit and teasing it with his tongue. Over and over he licks at me, exploring my entrance and sensitive nub, winding the pleasure higher and higher until I dig my hands into his silky hair and writhe below him, begging whimpers slipping from my lips.

A finger teases my entrance, then plunges inside as his tongue flutters over my clit. My hips lift from the bed, my back arching, and I scream as the orgasm floods my senses with sweet, sweet pleasure.

I’m still gasping for breath when he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “So beautiful. So delicious, my bride.”

Wranth lifts up over me, his heavy cock bobbing and leaking thick fluid that coats my stomach.

My body arches again, heat filling me with need. I reach for him, my hands gliding over the heavy muscles of his chest, his shoulders. “Please, Wranth.”

“Of course, my queen.” He picks up my knee to prop one thigh open, then repeats it with the other, spreading me wide. Fisting his cock, he drags the head up and down my sex, coating me in more of his aphrodisiac fluids until I squirm.

I don’t know what’s hotter—him calling me queen or the stroke of his cock—but I don’t have to choose. I get both. I get it all.

He leans down and takes my mouth, kissing me like there’s nothing else in the world but us and our lips and tongues moving against each other. He whispers, “I love you.”

Then his cock, his massive, glorious cock, slides into me, stretching me with exquisite pleasure. The little rose toy sparks to life, tingling over my clit. Another orgasm slams into me, stealing my breath as my entire body sings with delight as we become one.