“I hear you’ve been spending most of your free time with Fina and Adora,” the king said. He took a bite of the well-seasoned meat first, and I did the same. It was so tender it nearly melted on my tongue. “And that this is why Fina has chosen to stay in Efra for the remainder of the competition despite her dismissal.”
I nodded. “They’re lovely women. They’ve been so kind to me throughout this process. The competition is a bit nerve-racking” –that made the king smirk— “and having those friendships has made it much easier. Especially for me, since I’ve never had many friends at home.”
The words were simply spilling off my tongue, but this time it wasn’t the wine forcing my hand. It was just the king’s presence. Even with my nerves and my wolf’s sudden wakefulness, the king’s attention was so…simple. In this context, without the council around us, or the prying eyes of the court, or my confusion about his attention in the quiet of the halls or the spell of the forest, he looked curious. Interested. Like this was just a conversation—like there was no ulterior motive. He always had that same intoxicating pull.
“No friends?” he asked. “I have to say, I find that hard to believe.” “That was the way of things in Daybreak,” I said.
“What do you mean, the way of things?”
I sighed. “I was a Lady of the Court before anything else,” I said. “My father, the duke, preferred that I prioritized my duties.”
“Which meant you weren’t allowed to have friends?” the king asked.
“I didn’t do much besides manage the Daybreak trade,” I said.
“No balls? No dates?” He took a sip of his wine, brow furrowed thoughtfully.
“Certainly not,” I said. “My father…” I trailed off and took another bite of the meal, though this time I hardly tasted it.
“It sounds like he kept you on a short leash,” the king said.
“That’s one way of putting it, I suppose,” I said. It was only here in Efra that it was so obvious how much my father had controlled me. Sneaking away to see Griffin was the only reprieve I had. And we’d never had a date like this—he’d never listened to me so intently. He’d never poured my wine for me.
The king hummed. He watched me carefully, over the rim of his wineglass, like he was figuring something out. There wasn’t pity in his eyes, but something similar. An understanding of some kind.
Like he was putting a puzzle together.
“Well,” he said finally, “a Lady of Nightfall is under no such control.”
Control. Is that what it was? As if I wouldn’t be under a different kind of control here in Efra.
“So what would a Lady of Nightfall do instead?” I asked. “What are the duties of your queen?” I wanted to steer the conversation away from my past, from Griffin, from the guilt and confusion starting to twist in my gut.
From the king’s arched brow, though, it was clear my curiosity had piqued his. “Oh? What would you be interested in doing?”
“That’s not what I asked,” I said curtly.
The king grinned, and his face came closer to that smirky, flirtatious look I’d grown familiar with. Usually, it irritated me. Now, I felt more comfortable back in this territory, instead of under the scrutiny of that more genuine, almost concerned gaze of his.
“Well,” he began, “there are plenty of possibilities.”
Conversation was easy after that—discussions of the court, and Nightfall’s history, and Frasia’s trade possibilities. Light but serious. He was surprisingly easy to talk to, once I got used to the intensity of his deep brown eyes. It was comfortable. By the time we’d finished dinner, my wine glass was down to the dregs and my initial anxiety had melted into a warm ease.
“It’s a beautiful evening,” the king said. “Shall we step onto the balcony?”
I nodded my assent. He stood and offered his hand, then led me through the curtain-covered glass doors onto the balcony. It was a gorgeous, small space, with a comfortable two-person couch overlaid with fine furs. The air was brisk, cold enough that goosebumps rose on my bare back. But the view was gorgeous—the snow-capped trees and the still night. It felt like we were somewhere private, a mountain retreat, instead of in the Nightfall manor. He’d brought the carafe of wine with him, and nodded for me to sit on the couch as he poured two more glasses. Then, before he joined me, he picked up one of the thick brown furs from the couch and draped it over my shoulders. I tugged it tight around myself, immediately warmer from the soft fur and heated look in the king’s eyes.
He sat down next to me and offered me my glass. I took another sip as I burrowed deeper into the fur.
The king smiled. “You’ll have to get used to the cold, it appears.”
That made me start, rousing back into reality. I scoffed. “I don’t know about that.”
The king peered at me for a long moment. “What do you mean?”
I pressed my lips together. The anxiety bubbled back up in my chest. “I am a Lady of Daybreak,” I said. “Where the weather is warm year-round.”
“Lady Reyna.” The king slid closer in the couch, turned toward me, and rested the callused palm of his hand on my thigh. “You must know the outcome of this competition.”
“You’ll choose Adora,” I said. I only sounded a little frantic. “She’s a fine woman and will be a finer queen, with all of Starcrest’s resources behind her, and a true passion for leadership and bettering the lives of—”
The king leaned forward and kissed me.
I dropped the wine glass. The king gripped my nape, guiding the kiss, and slid his hand on my thigh up, under the fur, to my waist. His grip was firm and grounding with just the thin layer of silk between us. I couldn’t help but part my lips under his kiss, letting him guide it, letting him sweep his tongue into my mouth.
My hands fluttered to his chest, smoothing over the plane of muscle to wrap around him and pull him closer. It was instinctive. It felt good—it felt right. He slid his hand from my waist to my bare back and the contact burned like a brand.“No, Lady Reyna,” the king growled against my lips. His voice rumbled through me, making both me and my wolf shiver in pleasure. “You will be my queen. The Queen of Frasia.” His fingertips pressed into my back. “My mate.”I gasped against his mouth as my wolf howled in delight internally. Mate. The word made my blood sing and desire curl hot and low in my gut. He pulled me closer and bared his teeth into the kiss. With ease, he grasped my hips and dragged me into his lap, so my knees were astride his pelvis, the silk of the dress hiked high and straining tight. The cold breeze brushed against my bare calves but I hardly felt it at all, lost instead in the feeling of his hands roaming up and down my back, down to the swell of my ass, smoothing over t
He carried me like I weighed nothing, back into his quarters and through the door to his bedroom.He kissed my neck, then placed me gently onto the center of his immense, soft bed, its dark sheets mussed. My heart raced, blood pounding in my ears as I wiggled further back until my head was resting on the soft pillows that smelled strongly of his rich, masculine musk. My wolf nearly purred with delight, safe and aroused and desiring so strongly.The king stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at me with his brown eyes flashing gold. There was a flush high on his cheeks, and his mouth was red from the kissing—I wanted those lips on mine again, immediately. I reached for him, a wordless sound of desire falling out of my mouth. He immediately crawled onto the bed, knee-walking up until his knees were astride my thighs. Then he lowered down, weight on one forearm, and kissed me deeply. He skated his other hand over my shoulder and upper arm, then over the swell of my breast, his thumb catchi
I whined, low in my throat. I wanted him inside me, even if it was just one finger—wanted it so bad I couldn’t help but rock my hips down as if I could encourage him to change his mind. He just laughed, low in his chest. “Suddenly so eager, my wolf.” His. His. I swallowed down my moan of pleasure.He withdrew his hands, and I was about to complain again—but then he slid down the bed. Until he was flat on his belly with his hands on my thighs. His face between my legs.“Oh, gods,” I gasped, and threw one arm over my eyes. I couldn’t stand to look at him. I was already close, teetering on the brink just from being touched. And now he was going to do—that?“Pretty thing,” he growled. His breath washed over my cunt and I swore it throbbed with desire. I became impossibly wetter, wet enough that I had to be dripping onto his fine sheets. He gripped my thighs and spread them wider. “Been dreaming of this.”I flexed my thighs under his hands, just to feel how easily he pinned me in place. He
Then he stepped away and into the ensuite. I sprawled out onto the mattress with a sigh, stretching out my limbs across his fine sheets. Even with my dress still rucked up around my waist, I felt comfortable, sated. My wolf did, too. I could easily fall asleep here, in the warmth of his quiet quarters, with the fire burning low in the hearth and the sound of water running and idle puttering coming from the bathroom. Sleep was already beginning to tug at the edges of my consciousness when Elias stepped back into the room. He’d removed his shirt, revealing all that muscle and dark hair and soft skin, and interest curled hot inside me even though I’d just had the most powerful orgasm of my life. He seemed to notice the effect he had and smiled as he approached the bed. He had a washcloth in hand, and the promising hard curve in his pants was gone as well.I reached for the washcloth, but he just shook his head and crawled back onto the bed. Tenderly, he cleaned up the mess of my inner th
His eyes flashed gold as he loomed over me, his wolf close to the surface. This time it was from anger, though, not arousal. My wolf was conflicted internally, still wanting to be close to him, wanting to soothe away this rage, while my own fear of the king’s anger cut through me like a knife.“Little wolf.” Elias placed his hand by my head, caging me in against the wall. “Have you a betrothed in Daybreak?” “No,” I said immediately.He bared his teeth.I tipped my head back against the stone wall, baring my throat in a subconscious sign of submission. “No, I mean—it’s nothing official.” “Then what is it?” he demanded.“He’s—he’s my boyfriend, in Daybreak,” I said. The words felt childish even as I said them. “He has been for years. We never thought—the Choice was not supposed to happen in our lifetimes.” “And you came into my bed without telling me this?” he said. “That you belong to another?” “I don’t belong—”The animal growl that sounded from Elias’ throat silenced my protests as i
The side door opening caught Griffin’s ear. His eyes widened. “Reyna!”Instinctively, he surged forward, as if to run to me, only to be stopped by the Nightfall guards lowering their weapons like a gate in front of him. He burned with desperation, so much I saw his eyes flash clay-red as his wolf surged to the surface.I clenched my hands into fists again to keep from running toward him. I’d been so angry he’d done this, but now, seeing him, I could see the desperation and the despair in his expression—and I missed him. I missed the ease and comfort of our relationship. I wanted to embrace him. I wanted all of this to be over, to go home to Daybreak, where I knew who I was and what I wanted.“So tell us why you’ve come here, Griffin of Daybreak,” the king said from his throne. He sounded bored. “You’ve interrupted my Choice enough as it is.”“I’ve come to free Reyna from this farce,” Griffin said. “Daybreak wolves are not to be traded and tested like livestock.”“Is that what you thin
This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be how the Choice was ending. Not like this—not with Griffin here. Everything was going wrong, everything, all at once. I pulled out of his grip and ran through the side door, leaving the king alone in the throne room behind me. I didn’t want anything to do with him; I didn’t want to see him, didn’t want to hear his voice or feel his touch. I ran through the halls alone, avoiding the curious looks of the servants and guards as I tried to keep my face impassive despite the hot prickle of tears threatening behind my eyes.I made it to my quarters, thankfully not pursued by the king or any of his guards. Amity and Rue met me in the hallway and guided me into my room, wearing matched expressions of concern as they ushered me inside.As soon as the door closed behind me, I leaned back against it and buried my face in my hands again.“Oh, milady,” Amity said gently.Of course, they knew what had happened—the arrival of the Daybreak soldiers in Efra
I blinked hard, fighting back tears again. How could Griffin be so stupid? After a long moment, I said, “Just don’t go through with it. Call off the challenge, and I’ll be your queen.”“I can’t do that,” he said, with something in his voice that almost sounded like regret.“Why not?” I demanded. “You’re king!”“And the rules of a king are different than the rules of a mate,” he said. “A king cannot back out of a challenge. To do so is to display weakness. What else would I do—punish your Griffin unfairly? Put him in the stocks? I can’t send him back to Daybreak when he’s so audaciously brought soldiers to my doorstep. Word would travel.”“What do you care about words?” I asked. “Is your reputation more important than a wolf’s life?”“It’s not my reputation I’m concerned about. If other wolves hear they can issue a challenge without consequence, they’ll circle like vultures. I will not put my subjects at risk of invasion because your little boyfriend thought he could challenge me.” He