SKYE AND NAURU
“You know. This is our wedding night.” Nauru complained, staring at his bride who was swinging a sharp blade in just her underclothes and corset, painting an erotic image that his body appreciated most ardently.
The woman’s eyes flashed angrily at him but she sent him a smirk and flipped her hair behind her shoulders.
“Are you scared I’m going to beat you?” She asked in a sing-song voice.
“Oh, I know you’re going to beat me.” He told her. “You’re a Lycan.”
“You should have thought about that before challenging me.”
He didn’t exactly challenge her but he didn’t want to point that out to his stubborn wife.
A lesser man would be intimidated by her strength but he was only turned on by the thought that she could snap a man in two without breaking a sweat. It had been love at first sight for him when she’d come marching into his court with her brother, the King. She’d caught him staring at her and lifted a brow at him and when they’d met later that night, they’d fucked hard and fast against his castle walls.
“Aren’t you coming?” Skye asked, glaring at him.
Her husband looked unfairly handsome in his formal wear of a dark double-breasted jacket of fine velvet with gold etchings and trimmings. He was a large man, even much taller than she with broad shoulders that made the jacket look better than it had on other men who attempted the same design. He’d worn a white linen shirt underneath with a well-tied dove gray cravat. His dark breeches clung to his shapely muscular thighs and his boots shone from good polishing. She loved how meticulous he was in everything he did.
“I’m saving it for when I’m inside you, lassie.” He said in his deep baritone.
She literally staggered back as his words stole her breath and sent a spark through her that had her nipples hardening at once.
Damn him.
He smirked at her and started unbuttoning his jacket with slow steady movements and with the intimate knowledge she had of his body, she could imagine how his muscles rippled underneath his skin.
Her mouth went dry and she struggled to swallow the lump that formed beneath her skin.
When he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, her head swam with lust and when he took off his boots and socks, she thought she’d faint.
“You could just stop this and we’ll make love right here and now, wife.” He told her and was close enough for her to smell his musky masculine scent.
His fingers trailed a slow path down her arm leaving sparks in their trail.
She shook her head and pushed him back.
“We have to settle this score here and now.” She growled. “First one on the mat loses.”
“One fall?” He asked.
“One fall.” She reiterated.
“Alright.”
They circled each other and lunged at the same time.
He planted one foot behind her and twisted, trying to pull her down but she read his moves and countered him.
They grappled and struggled for a few minutes but when they came to a standstill, staring hotly into each other’s eyes.
Their lips met in a forceful embrace that was animalistic but neither complained. Hands roamed over and gripped body parts as they gave themselves intimate knowledge of each other’s mouths.
When he moved them to the mat and crawled over her. He kissed her softly and nipped her lips.
“I win.” He smiled.
“What?” She asked, confused.
“First one to the mat loses.”
Her laugh was loud as she smacked the back of his head.
“You, are a shameless man.” She said.
“But you wouldn’t have me any other way.” He told her.
“No.” She smiled. “No, I wouldn’t.”
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TERIEL AND LUCY
Teriel smiled as he stepped out of the King’s study. Elora had just come in and from the aura, he read before he stepped out, those two would not be getting any work done any time soon.
He shook his head and hurried down to the garden where he’d promised Lucy they’d go on a late-night picnic by the Red River.
She’d have his head if he was even a minute late. He remembered it was on a night such as this he had met her.
Stepping into the hallway leading to the chambers for the royal staff, he spied a lone figure sitting on one of the balcony seats. He shrugged, deciding to go past when he heard a feminine sob.
He walked closer, not one to ignore a female in distress, and saw it was the Queen’s handmaid, Lucy.
“Is everything alright?” He asked.
She turned startled to see him, the moonlight making the tears on her cheeks glint silver.
She hurried to wipe her tears when she saw it was him.
“My lord.” She greeted, standing up hurriedly.
“No. No.” He told her, pushing her shoulders down. “Sit. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” She told him not to meet his eyes.
Something about her demeanor had told him that she wouldn’t want to talk about her pain and he also looking for some company had invited her on a walk and by the end of the night, they knew a lot about what ailed each other. She had had her heart broken by the other palace worker who’d turned out to be a spy and he’d had his heart broken when Mary had found her mate.
It had been a little over a year now and he smiled as he saw her glowering at him.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” He apologized, going to put his arms around her, and placing a kiss on her forehead.
She looked divine in her evening gown and she’d decided to have her hair hang free as he preferred.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” She told him snuggling into his chest.
He laughed, kissing her forehead.
They walked together to the Red River and he smiled when she screamed in surprise when she saw what he’d done, running into the pavilion and twirling like a little girl. He’d enlisted the help of the palace staff and they’d turned the place into something out of a fairy tale. He’d been planning this for so long and wasn’t surprised at her reaction.
“Why did you do all this?” She asked turning to him but he was already on one knee behind her, holding out a ring. “Oh?”
Tears formed in her eyes and she placed a hand over her mouth as he captured her left hand.
“Darling Lucy.” He began. “I know you’ll smack me if I waste any time spewing poetry so I’m just going to ask you. Will you marry me?”
She nodded and he placed the ring on her finger.
She pulled him up and they sealed it with a kiss that had his blood humming underneath his skin.
“I’m sure I’m going to make a very pretty bride.” She told him once they separated.
“That’s the first thing you chose to say?” He laughed.
“I wouldn’t be Lucy if I said something else.”
They kissed again and he lifted her this time, twirling her in the air.