“There’s quite a lot to discuss,” King Draunar said. “Have lunch with me tomorrow and I’ll be happy to share the historical knowledge I have.”I looked up at him. He was leaning against the desk with his arms crossed casually over his chest, one eyebrow arched curiously.I rolled up the map and tucked it back into the leather tube. While I was still internally delighted to have such a rare artifact in my possession, I wasn’t going to let King Draunar know that. He was using this gift to manipulate me—to what end, I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t understand his motivations, and that scared me more than his behavior. I could handle a creep. But a creep who was the King of Shianga, of that I wasn’t so sure.“Your Highness,” I said, “I’m not sure what my husband would think of a private lunch between us.”King Draunar laughed, loud and booming, like I’d just told the funniest joke in the world. He shook his head. “Queen Reyna, it’s just lunch. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything your husband would
The dragon plunged through the air a few more times, spinning and turning expertly, then dove head-first toward the throne room. The music picked up as he moved through the open skylights. The power of his wingbeat was enough to make the empty wine glasses tilt precariously where they stood. His long, serpentine tail flicked once, and he bared his teeth in greeting. Even in dragon form, his fangs were golden. The guests hooted and clapped their delight, thrilled. I clapped along. It was an impressive display, but I certainly understood what Elias meant when he said King Draunar was a showman.The dragon turned away from us, folded the wings into his body, then shifted back into human form, indifferent to his own nudity. Two attendants hurried forward and helped him into his golden robes and his jewelry, moving with practiced quickness and ease.“Welcome, my dragons,” he called. The music didn’t even drop a decibel. “Please join me in welcoming our honored guests, King Elias and Queen
“He gave it to you but refused to give you any context?”“No, he said if I want to know more about the map, I need to have a private lunch with him tomorrow.” I sighed and rolled the paper up.Elias straightened up. “What did you say?”“I said I’d let him know in the morning. I wasn’t sure what I should do—what would be a worse outcome? Saying yes, or saying no?” I pushed a hand through my hair. “I don’t want to cause problems with the peace talks.”Elias set his hand at my waist, then slid it again to my lower back as he pulled me closer. His eyes burned golden as they looked over my face, and my wolf squirmed with delight at the closeness.“Smart wolf,” he growled. “Did he say what he wants?”“I don’t know,” I said. I wound my arms around his neck, resting them on his shoulders as we spoke. The closeness felt so good—so grounding. “He said it was just lunch, and that he and I should get to know each other as leaders.”Elias exhaled through his nose. “I doubt that’s his true intentio
“Gorgeous.” He pulled back, then slid his hand over my breast, my belly, then my hip. At my thigh, he dipped his fingertips under the hem of my nightgown and began to pull it up. As he lifted it, he glanced up at me with his brows raised in question.“Yes,” I managed to gasp. “Oh, yes, please.”I lifted my hips enough for him to slowly slide the nightgown up. As he did, gold flashed in his eyes, and his lips parted. His touch was soft but so steady as he pulled it up, revealing my pale skin and small breasts. A flush built in my cheeks—he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.And I loved it.I pulled the nightgown over my head and tossed it aside, then flopped back onto the bed, trying to will any shy feelings away as he looked at me. He ran one hand from my thigh, over my hip and my waist, to the curve of my breast, then squeezed gently and smoothed his thumb over my nipple. It hardened under his touch, and I gasped as an unexpected bolt of sensation coursed through me; I ar
He maneuvered off me just enough to wrestle out of his pants and toss them aside. Again he crawled on top of me, except this time heat radiated from his bare body. His dick was thick, hard, dark with desire; he kissed me deeply and I slid my hand between us. I slid my palm over his chest, abs, then down to his erect cock. It was so hard in my hand, and so hot, but the skin was velvety-soft, and he groaned gorgeously when I gave it one firm stroke from root to tip.He broke the kiss to rest his forehead against my temple and groan, “Fuck, Reyna.”“Please,” I said again. It felt like the only word I knew. “I want you.”He mouthed a sloppy kiss to my cheek. “Yes?” he asked. “You want me inside you?”I nodded desperately. I did want that—I was a little nervous, but I wasn’t scared. He always made me feel good. Somehow I already knew this would be even better.“Really?” he asked.I stroked him again, firmly this time.He panted. “You’re sure?”“You want me to beg?” I asked, then squeezed h
He kissed my skin again, then rolled to the side, but only so he could shimmy down my body again.“Wait.” I petted over his sweaty hair and he looked up at me, warm brown eyes curious. He was so handsome it nearly took my breath away. Well—if I had any breath left after all that exertion. “I—I’m sensitive right now.”He grinned that familiar wolfish grin at me again. “Not going there again,” he said.Then, to my shock, he dragged his tongue over my belly and the white stripes of his release staining my skin.I gasped, stunned to stillness as he licked my skin. He was cleaning me up—cleaning me up and claiming me at the same time. It was so nasty it made me flush, now that my head was cleared by my post-orgasmic state. It was nasty, but it was also sexy. The force of my own desire shocked me, and my pussy throbbed at the sight of it, even though I was far too exhausted to go another round.Elias finished cleaning me up, and punctuated it with a kiss under my navel. I hummed with pleasu
Elias stormed into the bedroom in a huff when I was in the midst of braiding my hair.“Oh, hello,” I said. “Should I ask how negotiations are going?”Frustration radiated off him in waves. He stormed over to the small bar cart in the corner and poured himself a finger of brandy even though it was barely noon.“We’re going in circles,” he groused. “One minute, Draunar is demanding more land, and the next his advisors are suggesting they not look power-hungry, lest they make Askon suspicious. Then, the tax advisor wants adjustments to the proposed trade policy, then the general wants more land, and then Draunar is the one questioning if that will make Shianga look power-hungry, and around and around they go.” He shook his head. “It’s exhausting. I almost wonder if they’re doing it on purpose to stall the talks.”My dreamy mood was suddenly doused in cold water. My anxiety spiked a little. “What do you mean? Why would he try to stall the talks?”“I don’t know,” Elias said. He sighed and
I hadn’t seen any of the town at large, not since we’d rolled through the palace gates and into the courtyard. The four of us took a carriage to the center. Fina and Adora were nearly vibrating with excitement, and Elias looked pleased just to be out from under King Draunar’s thumb.The town outside Shianga was beautiful. It was quieter than Efra, with low buildings made of stone and clay, cobbled streets, and shop doors painted in bright colors like jewels. Fina hopped out of the coach first and adjusted her wide-brimmed straw hat against the afternoon sun.“Wow!” she said, and spun on her heel, taking in the town square with a wide smile. “This place is amazing! Come on, Adora!”Adora hurried out of the carriage, looking a little more hesitant than Fina did. She tugged at the collar of her linen dress. “Where did the attendants say the tailor was?”I stepped out of the carriage. “The tailor?”“Yes!” Fina said. “Did you see the golden robes the king wore? Apparently, that’s a fabric
Elias and I sat at a long table atop the dais, with Enet and Khainan seated at our sides. The band played a riotous, fast-moving song, and the crowd of wolves on the floor engaged in one of Nightfall’s many elegant, quick, high-energy jigs. I caught a few glimpses of Fina and Adora in the crowd, exchanging grins as they bounced gleefully between dance partners. Laughter rang through the room as men swung women up into the air, dark skirts flashed like waves, and even a few kisses were snuck on the dance floor.Looking out over the crowd, with a glass of wine in my hand and Elias’ hand on my thigh, I felt settled. I felt like I was at home. Elias gazed over the crowd, too, then caught my eye and gave me a small smile.We’d been through a lot. In my darkest moments I’d thought I might never see him again.But here we were. Seated side by side with a convoy from abroad, overlooking our kingdom. I’d survived Draunar and Corinne both. Elias had survived a brush with craziness.If we’d made
I pushed open the door to the balcony and stepped outside, immediately sighing with pleasure in the crisp, cool midday air. Enet joined me, then braced both hands on the railing and gazed out over the tree line.“It’s beautiful here,” she said. “Colder than Askon, but just as lush.”“I’ve read about Askon,” I said. “And pored over the maps and the few sketches we have. Your architecture is incredible.”Enet smiled, looking vaguely impressed. “You’re interested in Askonian architecture?”“It’s unique,” I said, “building around the trees like that. I hope to include some of that style if Efra continues to grow.”Enet nodded. “What else have you read about Askon?” she asked.I knew a leading question when I heard one. I stood next to her, gazing out over the tree line.“There’s not much in the library,” I said. “Frasia hasn’t maintained a close relationship with Askon, obviously. But there’s some history.”“History that led you to call on us rather than Osna, or Cruora?”“We’re also both
I had never seen such a grand procession of carriages. I had to intentionally keep my jaw shut as they rolled seemingly without end through the gates of the manor. The carriages were pure black, detailed with gold, and pulled by gorgeous horses with sleek black pelts. They carried no markings of the jaguars, but the sheer beauty of the carriages proved they were royal. Two carriages rolled ahead, guided by a few servants hustling on foot—luggage and servants of Askon’s own, I assumed. The third carriage in the line came to a stop at the front doors of the palace. The horses tossed their heads, nickering; the driver hopped down and swept into a dramatic bow before he opened the door to the carriage.I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. I had a vision of what jaguar shifters might look like—tall and elegant, catlike and sleek, dressed in gold and jewels, like the dragons of Shianga. But the two that stepped out of the carriage surprised me.The queen emerged first. She was a short, lean
There was a part of me that wondered why I still wanted to shift so badly. I’d spent so much time trapped in that shape—shouldn’t I be sick of it? Yet I only felt more connected to my wolf. We weren’t two separate identities in the same body. We were two sides of the same coin. Connected. One and the same. A run sounded amazing—a break from the responsibilities of leadership—but we had no time for that now.We could take a break in other ways, though.I took control of the kiss with a hand on his nape. Elias smiled against my lips, surprised and pleased. I set my hands at his chest and pushed him backward. He took a few steps back until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed, and then I pushed him down. He hit the mattress with a smirk, then scooted back, propped up on one elbow. He watched me with one eyebrow raised slightly, curiously, like he was waiting for something.I felt my face heat slightly. I still wasn’t used to being looked at like this—watched so openly, and with
“The talks in Shianga were doomed from the start,” he said, “courtesy of Rodthar of Daybreak. I hope having you all here, as a show of good faith, will prevent such complications in these talks. Since all of our fates hang in the balance.”The heads of the packs agreed to stay until word was received from Askon. Now all that was left to discuss were the details of the invitation we would send to the jaguars. Elias nodded to the servants posted at the edge of the room, and on his command, they exited and returned with the fine spread of boar and vegetables prepared for dinner.As the conversation moved away from the more serious topics of politicking to the more casual engagements of wolves catching up, Elias got roped into a conversation with Giles, and at my side, Barion topped off my glass of wine from the carafe in the center of the table.“Your Highness,” he said quietly, “I owe you an apology as well.”I sighed and closed my eyes briefly. “Please,” I said. “Not now.”Barion’s exp
There was Giles from Dawnguard, a broad-shouldered man dressed in leather armor, with a scar over one eye. From Duskmoon, Isalde, a tall woman who looked remarkably like Fina, wearing an immense necklace of amethyst and onyx. Starcrest had sent an older woman, Marget, whose eyes were clouded with blindness, but not Ealric, and for that I was grateful. It would have been a little much to have to navigate sitting at this table with Ealric and Barion of Daybreak.We took our seats at the head. I was between Barion and Elias, and anxiety was already crawling in my throat.“Thank you all for attending,” Elias said, “and welcome to Efra. I trust your journeys were not too challenging.”Around the table, murmurs of assent.“If I may,” Barion said. “Before we start, I do believe it’d be best for me to speak on the recent happenings.”He held my gaze as he said it, and he looked…beaten down. Terrible even. So unlike the gregarious man who had trained me all through my youth. His fine clothes w
She smiled gently. “Well, I’m grateful to you for keeping them to yourself. Some shifters are not so keen to be reminded of our continued existence.”I nodded, glancing toward the back room.Aerika caught it. “They have even closer lineage than I do. It’s safer for them to stay there. I do the guest-facing work when I can.” She finished pinning the hem and moved up to check the fit of the waistband. “There’s no word going around. It’s more like…a feeling.”“A feeling?”She nodded. “There was a feeling when the queen was taken captive—though we didn’t know that was what happened. I felt like a hole had been struck inside of me, somehow, and my power was beginning to slowly drain out. So slowly I hardly noticed it happening. And then, a few weeks ago, suddenly the hole was plugged. I felt stronger. More awake. More like myself again.” She smiled again, softly. “Like I’d been living in a fog, and didn’t even realize it until it cleared. I knew something had changed. I had my suspicions,
The thought was so horrifying it rattled down my spine like a physical touch. Had Duchess Alana really been capable of something so awful? Using her son to get rid of her own husband?“He’d be proud of you now,” I said. “That much I know.”He swallowed hard, his eyes closed tight. My heart broke for him—for us both—but there was still a flare of pride there too. It hurt, but we’d done the right thing. For ourselves, and for our kingdom.“Come on,” I said, “let’s get some sleep before we have to face your adoring subjects in a few hours.”Elias climbed out of the tub and toweled off, and then we fell into the bed as quickly as we could. We wouldn’t have much peace now, not with all the work that needed to be done to heal the city from Rodthar’s terrible leadership, and then the specter of Corinne looming in the future. There wasn’t a lot of peace to be found, but there was a little here, in this moment. The sun had already crossed the horizon, but with Elias’ arms finally around me, sl
I still felt distant from myself, unreal, like the events of the past few weeks had happened to someone else. How was it possible that I was standing safely in this room? How was it possible that the man who raised me had tried to steal the throne? That the duchess’ blade had been at my throat just a little while ago? And that just days before that, I’d been a hostage of the Fae queen, and before that, a relic in Draunar’s hoard?I wasn’t sure how much time passed as I stood at the window. The sky turned golden with the dawn and the soup cooled to a lukewarm temperature in my bowl. I was about to give up, crawl onto the welcoming mattress and try to sleep, when finally, finally, the door opened.I turned from the window.Elias stepped over the threshold. The King of Frasia.My husband.In the privacy of our quarters, with his exhausted gaze meeting mine, the numbness finally cracked like ice inside me. I dropped the soup and barreled forward, threw my arms around his neck, and pulled