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“I’ll be the judge of that.”
This time, a laugh escapes me. “Come on, Valen…”
“He’d better pass any test I set for him.”
Gods it’s… cute. Kind of adorable that he’s so very protective of me, although once he gets me to Lord Eorl, he won’t have to be. I clutch the locket hanging between my breasts. I haven’t looked at Eorl’s picture in a while, not since we fled my home. Surely, someone as handsome as Eorl will be gentle and kind.
That’s what I’ve told myself ever since that picture landed in my hands. It has been my belief, my religion, my brief prayer every night, begging the Gods to grant me as much, as well as keep my parents safe in their travels in the underworld.
“Are you coming, Princess?” Valen gestures at me, his eyes hooded and glimmering under his pale lashes. “Or will I have to take drastic measures?”
The memory of my family, as well as my hopes for my future home, galvanize me, and I nod to myself. I can do this.
“What kind of drastic measures?” I ask, taking his hand again and letting him guide me over hill and through meadow toward the town on the next rise.
“Bend you over my knee,” he says, “and spank your ass for delaying us, letting the hunters catch up with us.”
“Nobody has ever spanked me,” I breathe, shocked at the idea.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he says, his hand tightening around mine. “Fuck…”
Why does he sound so out of breath now?
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
VALERIAN
Why the fuck did I open my big mouth and spew whatever has been on my mind since I met her? She knows I’m hard for her—I mean, I’ve hardly kept it a secret—and now here I am, telling her of my little kinks.
Wolf kinks.
Male kinks.
My kinks.
The thought of bending her over my knee and spanking her pert little ass has me leaking in my pants. The thought of chasing her through the woods and meadows, grabbing her, and covering her with my body has my balls tightening.
So many scripts play out in my mind when it comes to her. They always end up with my cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass. With my hand around her neck, thumb pressing on her throat. With her writhing underneath me, begging for more.
Godsdammit. Being so aroused all the time isn’t normal. My cock is determined to find her, drilling through my pants, seeking her body like a weapon, like a club I can swing?—
She gasps, her hand slipping from mine, and I whirl about, catching her before she falls. “Sorry,” she breathes, “I stepped on a stone and?—”
With a growl, I gather her in my arms and set off quickly toward the town. “We’ll make better time this way.”
She squirms against my chest, huffing. “I’m fine, I can walk?—”
“So can I. I can also carry you. And I can also throw you over my shoulder to stop you whining?—”
“I’m not whining.”
“—and writhing in my arms. Don’t you know how hard that makes me?”
She goes still so suddenly, I have to look down, make sure she’s conscious. “What?”
I smirk down at her. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“I…” I’m okay. Her small hand lands softly on my chest, her head resting against my pec. “Not uncomfortable at all.”
