What was bothering her Caspian?
Was Zale doing alright?
I should have seen him before I left.
Torian didn’t ask her to explain it. He simply tightened his massive arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his broad chest.
He buried his face in her dark, tangled curls, letting out a low, continuous rumble that vibrated deep within his ribcage.
It was a grounding, purely instinctual sound ant to chase the shadows from her mind.
"You are safe," Torian murmured, his hot breath brushing against her collarbone. "You are in our Manor. The gates are locked, and I am holding you. Nothing from your dreams can reach you here, my Queen."
Roxy closed her eyes, letting his blistering body heat seep through the thin silk of her sleep gown. She took a slow, deep breath, inhaling the sharp, comforting scent of pine and feral musk that always clung to him.
The cold terror in her veins flashed into blistering heat.
A heavy, sudden ache pooled low in her abdon, entirely unrelated to fear. Her skin felt incredibly sensitive, every point of contact with Torian’s hard, muscular body sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to her core.
Her nipples hardened instantly as they throbbed achingly.
She squird slightly in his lap, her bare thighs shifting against his linen trousers.
Torian’s rumbling purr hitched.
As an apex predator, his senses were tuned to the absolute micro-shifts in his mate’s biology. He imdiately slled the change. The sweet scent of her was replaced by the heavy, intoxicating, unmistakable scent of honeyed arousal.
Torian’s dark eyes widened, the pupils blowing out until they swallowed his irises entirely. He looked down at her, his breathing suddenly turning ragged.
Roxy looked up at him through her dark lashes, her green eyes heavily lidded and burning with a sudden, desperate need. She glanced quickly around the dim living room.
The Manor was dead silent. The monuntal exhaustion of the day had finally claid the rest of the pack. Kaelen and Ren were completely out cold on the floor and loveseat.
Even Zarek, who had been sitting rigidly in the armchair just monts ago, had finally lost the battle against his fatigue. The Dragon’s chin was resting on his chest, a soft, rhythmic snoring rumbling from his throat.
They were completely undisturbed.
"Torian," Roxy whispered, her voice incredibly breathy and tight. She shifted her hips again, pressing the softest part of herself deliberately against his thick, muscular thigh. "I know it’s not the best ti. I know we should be sleeping... but I am so horny."
Torian let out a strangled groan, his fangs extending slightly. His beast practically roared at the invitation.
He didn’t waste a single second with words. Torian stood up from the sofa. He kept Roxy cradled securely against his chest, holding her weight effortlessly.
He moved across the wooden floorboards without making a single sound, completely bypassing the sleeping Kings, and carried her silently up the sweeping staircase.
He didn’t take her to the master bedroom. He carried her straight down the hall to the massive, stone-tiled en-suite bathroom.
Torian kicked the heavy wooden door shut behind them, sliding the iron lock into place.
The bathroom was already warm. Torian walked directly to the massive sunken stone tub. He turned the heavy brass dials, letting a rush of steaming, perfectly heated water fill the basin. He added a handful of blue bath salts that Syris had crafted, casting a soft, ethereal azure light across the dark stone walls.
"Torian," Roxy whimpered, her hands tangling impatiently in his stark white hair. The aching emptiness inside her was becoming unbearable.
"Patience, my Queen," Torian rumbled, his voice thick with raw lust.
He set her gently on the edge of the tub. His large, rough hands were remarkably gentle as he reached for the delicate straps of her silk gown. He slipped the fabric off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist before lifting her slightly to pull it entirely away.
He stripped off his own linen trousers in a single, fluid motion, revealing the completely aroused expanse of his feral body.
Torian stepped into the large tub, the warm water rising to his hips. He reached out, grabbing Roxy by the waist and pulling her into the water with him.
Roxy gasped as the steaming water enveloped her. It was the perfect temperature, hot enough to soothe the lingering aches in her muscles, but not hot enough to burn.
She imdiately wrapped her arms around Torian’s thick neck, wrapping her bare legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull his massive heat directly against her aching core.
She wanted him. She wanted the heavy, stretching fullness of him inside her. She arched her back, trying to position herself to take him.
Torian’s massive hands instantly caught her hips. His grip was entirely immovable.
"No," Torian grunted, his jaw locking as he physically held her back, preventing her from sinking down onto him.
Roxy whined in sheer frustration, her fingernails biting into his broad shoulders. "Rian, please. I need you inside ."
"I can’t, Roxy," Torian growled, his voice a strained, agonizing vibration. He looked down at the flat plane of her stomach, his dark eyes filled with a terrifying, overwhelming protective instinct. "The cub is barely taking root. My feral form is too large... I am too rough. I will not risk hurting you, or our baby."
"You won’t hurt !" Roxy argued desperately, her body trembling with unfulfilled need. "The gods are protecting ! I am fine, Torian, I promise it’s fine!"
"No." Torian’s refusal was absolute. He was a King, and he would die before he risked the safety of his pregnant mate, no matter how much his own beast was screaming to claim her.
But he was not going to leave her unsatisfied.
"I will not take you," Torian murmured, his voice dropping to a low, incredibly sensual purr. His hands slid from her hips, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping the backs of her thighs. "But I will still give you exactly what you crave."
Torian slowly slid down into the warm blue water.
Roxy gasped, her hands flying out to grip the wet stone edges of the tub to keep herself steady as Torian positioned himself right between her parted thighs.
The warm water lapped at her waist, but it was nothing compared to the blistering, wet heat of Torian’s mouth.
"Torian—oh!" Roxy’s head fell back, a loud, echoing moan bouncing off the tiled walls.
His rough, calloused hands gripped her thighs, holding her perfectly in place as his tongue went to work. He was relentless. He worshipped her with the ravenous, terrifying focus of an apex predator devouring its absolute favorite al.
He mapped every sensitive nerve, using the slick, warm water to amplify the friction, his lips and tongue moving in a driving, rciless rhythm that imdiately made Roxy’s vision blur.
She bounced on his tongue with the sa intensity.
She couldn’t form words. She could only whimper and thrash, her fingers tangling frantically in the thick, wet strands of his hair.
The biological urgency of her pregnancy hormones amplified the pleasure tenfold, turning it into a blinding, consuming fire.
Torian felt the violent trembling in her thighs. He knew exactly how to push her over the edge.
His grip tightened, his thumbs pressing firmly against her inner thighs, and he quickened his pace, his tongue flicking with devastating, feral precision.
"Rian!" Roxy scread his na, her entire body arching off the stone seat like a drawn bowstring.
She shattered. The climax ripped through her with earth-shattering force, sending violent, blissful spasms echoing down to her very toes.
She sobbed softly, completely overwheld, her muscles turning to liquid as she lted back against the edge of the tub, gasping for air.
Slowly, Torian pulled back. He broke the surface of the water, resting his chin right on her knee as he looked up at her.
The dim bathroom lighting completely transford his appearance. His stark white hair, slick and heavy with water, looked almost silver as it pooled gracefully over his broad, scarred shoulders.
His blue eyes gleaming with hunger for her, looking hazy and unfocused.
A dark, incredibly arrogant smirk curled his wet lips.
"There," Torian rumbled, his deep voice vibrating with pure, dominant satisfaction. "Is my Slutty Queen Satisfied?"
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