Page 28 of A Trial of War
In a flash, he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling on my hips to bring my backside into the air. He trailed a hand down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Then, the blunt tip of Daxton’s cock brushed against my arousal. Reaching around, one of his hands toyed with my nipple, rolling it between his fingers and tugging, as his other hand drifted lower, finding that bundle of nerves in my center once more.
“Daxton!” I rasped as fire raged across my skin.
“Beautiful,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Gripping my hips, he lined up and slammed into me in one hard thrust. His cock stretched me in all the right ways as my moans echoed along the cavern walls.
I allowed myself to drift in the pleasure of him, in this moment that belonged to only us. I met each of his thrusts with perfect rhythm, bringing us both higher and higher until we teetered on the edge. Daxton groaned behind me as his body began to tense. I let my head fall forward as I movedwith him, coming undone as his fingers stroked me in tune with his movements.
His thrusts were wild and all-consuming. I moved with him, matching his pace with my own rising hunger. Reaching between my legs, I cupped his balls in my palm, fondling him before I gave them a small tug.
He gasped. “Oh, gods.”
I felt his balls tense in my hold as I cradled them once more, pushing back into him before moving forward. Slowing the pace and letting the pleasure build.
Heat began to smolder at the base of my spine as Daxton filled me again, and again. He pulled me up, palms splayed over my breasts, holding me close as he continued to fuck me from behind. His teeth nipped at the claiming mark along my neck as his fingers migrated between my thighs, causing a scream to erupt from my throat along with my release.
Roaring, Daxton came soon after, his chest heaving as he held me close. His hands made languishing strokes across my body that belonged entirely to him.
“You did well,” he whispered.
“The night is far from done, husband,” I said with a sinful grin.
“Thank the gods,” he rasped. “I’m far from done with you tonight, wife.”
Chapter Ten
Skylar Cathal
The golden rays of dawn warmed the rocks along the entrance of our hideaway, with only the crashing of waves echoing far below.
“Do we really have to go back?” I asked, leaning into his strong arms wrapped around my waist. The night slip he summoned for me, waving in the open breeze.
“Duty calls, I’m afraid.”
I turned in his embrace, slipping my arms around Daxton’s neck as I pulled him into a soft kiss. “My duty to you never wavers, husband. Even with these new titles, crowns, and responsibilities, you remain first in my heart.”
“And you—are my heart.”
I smiled against his lips. “Always trying to outdo me, aren’t you?”
His laugh was low with a warmth that brought me comfort. “Wisdom comes with age, Spitfire. Don’t worry, you’ll get there someday.”
We pressed closer, the space between us vanishing as our kiss deepened. A silent vow exchangedin our stolen night: a promise to hold fast to our love, our bond, to everything we’d fought for, and all we’d face together in the days ahead.
Daxton pulled his lips from mine, then stilled, lowering himself to one knee before me. His mouth brushed gently against the soft curve of my lower stomach, causing my knees to wobble.
“When this war ends,” he whispered, voice reverent, “and peace finally settles over our world, I vow to spend every day and every night worshiping you like the alpha queen you are.”
I looked at my husband, heart pounding, and swallowed hard. “And start a family of our own.”
His eyes flew open, locking onto mine. They were wild, free, and alight with a raw ache I’d never seen from him before. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in before kneeling and pressing his cheek to my stomach.
I cradled his shoulders, holding him as tightly as he held me. And in that quiet moment, a dream took shape between us.
“Nothing would bring me more joy in this life,” he whispered against me, “than seeing you carry our child, Spitfire. But only if you—”
I lowered myself, cupped his face, and kissed him, silencing the doubt in his voice.
