They took their lovemaking to the bathroom, where Alaric worshipped her body in so many ways Violet could no longer walk. By the ti he was done with her, every inch of her ached, a delicious soreness that made her breath hitch with every tiny movent.
She was so sore it hurt.
Alaric, thoroughly pleased with himself, scooped her up in his arms like a princess and carried her back to the room, his grin full of dark satisfaction.
They were not alone in the room. Servants were bustling around, and Violet had no idea if they had been standing outside waiting for them to finish. Still, the evidence was clear: the sheets were changed, the bed neatly arranged—well, until Alaric tossed her onto it.
"Alaric...!" Violet squealed, half laughing, half protesting as she tried to scramble away. But he was already pinning her down, his weight caging her in.
To make matters worse, they were still not alone. Two servants were hurrying to finish the last of their cleaning, moving like their lives depended on it, clearly desperate to leave before another show began.
Violet’s gaze snagged on one of the maids, and sothing about the girl felt off. There was a strange aura around her that felt off, almost like she was carrying dark shadows around her. Violet blinked, thinking maybe it was exhaustion ssing with her senses. But when their gazes t, the girl flinched slightly, startled.
Violet’s instincts scread at her, a prickling sensation crawling along her skin. She was about to look deeper when Alaric’s mouth captured hers.
"Wait—" Violet tried to protest, her words muffled against his lips.
But Alaric wasn’t having it. He deepened the kiss, and every coherent thought in her brain promptly disintegrated. Heat surged through her as she lted into him, one hand wrapping around his neck, the other tangling in his silky white hair.
A moan slipped past her lips when his tongue teased the roof of her mouth, coaxing hers to dance with his. Goddess, he was so good.
When they finally broke apart, breathless, Alaric’s eyes were glowing with unrestrained happiness.
"Wow," Violet whispered, stunned.
For the first ti since their sex marathon began, she saw him blush. It was a flash of the sweet, slightly nerdy Alaric she’d fallen for—though she wasn’t complaining about this wild, passionate version that Roman had clearly corrupted.
Then Violet rembered the strange maid. She turned quickly, scanning the room but there was no one there, only a steaming tray of breakfast they had clearly left behind.
"You must be hungry," Alaric said, noticing the food as well.
As if on cue, Violet’s stomach growled, betraying her. Alaric chuckled, then rose gracefully from the bed and lifted the tray.
The warm and savory hit Violet first and she nearly moaned.
Alaric set it on the bed carefully, as though serving a queen. Well, his queen. There was a spread of food fit for royalty: steaming bowls of rich venison stew, warm buttered rolls, slices of sweet honey bread, a platter of roasted root vegetables glistening with herbs, and a small dish of wild berries dusted with sugar.
Violet’s mouth watered instantly. She reached for a spoon, but before she could even touch it, Alaric’s hand shot out, stopping her mid-air.
"Oh, that’s not happening, cupcake," he drawled with mock sternness. "I’m feeding you."
Violet groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. "If you keep this up, I’ll turn into the laziest woman alive."
Alaric was not moved. "I don’t care at all," he said firmly. "You can be lazy all you want. You have four mates, and we’ll take care of you for the rest of your life."
Violet frowned, "And who takes care of you guys, huh? I don’t want to be that mate that just takes and takes without giving anything in return."
"Being our mate is enough of a gift." Alaric said, his thumb brushing against her cheek.
Violet stared right back, unyielding. "And all four of you being my mates is a blessing too. So I’ll take care of you all, just like you take care of ."
Alaric let out an exaggerated groan, falling back slightly. "Fine," he surrendered. "But just for now, let spoil you."
Violet grinned mischievously. "Fine, young master Alaric."
Alaric rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. He had no idea how the nicknas "Prince Alaric", "Young Master Alaric", got associated with him, but he suspected it had sothing to do with the strict way his bloodline operated— they were almost monarch-like in their traditions.
Alaric began to feed her gently, as if afraid he might sohow hurt her with the spoon. It was almost comical the way he treated her as though she were made of porcelain, carefully blowing on each spoonful of warm venison stew before bringing it to her lips. If even a drop spilled over, he would imdiately dab at her cheek with a napkin, his face scrunched in concentration. When he tore off a piece of bread, it was always small, as though terrified she might choke on anything bigger.
Violet lifted a brow, watching him fuss over her. "You do know I’m not a baby, right?" she asked challengingly.
"You’re my baby girl," Alaric replied smoothly without missing a beat.
Violet burst into laughter, nearly spilling the stew herself. "Gods, that is so corny!"
Alaric only grinned sheepishly, clearly proud of his line. Violet rolled her eyes but let him continue, secretly touched by how tenderly he cared for her.
Then a wicked idea struck her. When Alaric fed her a ripe berry, Violet parted her lips slowly, drawing it in with an exaggerated sensuality. Her tongue intentionally brushed over his finger as she sucked the juice away, her gaze locked on his.
Alaric froze. His pupils blew wide, and Violet swore she could feel the exact mont his cock ca to life. The air between them grew heavy, the sexual tension sharp enough to cut. Neither of them breathed as they stared at each other, caught in that dangerous mont.
The door slamd open.
Both their heads snapped toward the intruder to find Griffin standing there, his expression unreadable.
As soon as Violet saw him, it was as if her system went into overdrive. Her mind flitted back to their ti in the temple where he and Roman took her together, driving her to the edge of madness. The re mory had her core clenching in desperate want.
Before the fantasy could get out of hand, Griffin’s voice cut through her haze.
"I hope you both got enough sex because we have a fucking problem."
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