My belly dipped, my heart surged and the area between my legs tingled.
Shit!
I shook my head again and got another touch of his tongue.
Oh God.
“Sahnahsoo nahna Dax neenkah, kah Dahksahna,” he murmured.
Let your King inside, my Queen.
Oh God!
I had to stop this, like, now.
One of my hands slid up his back, under his arm, up his chest, his neck and I cupped the side of his jaw, sliding my thumb between our lips.
“No, Lahn, kah lisa lapay kahna,”** I whispered.
His eyes smiled again, a knowing smile, therefore a scary smile.
“No, baby, your mouth is mine, ” he whispered back then his thumb swept across my cheek, my lips, taking my thumb with it and when he had access, he bent his head and touched his mouth to mine again.
I held my breath but he only lifted his head and whispered, “Okay, my Circe, anah na vatay. Anka, ta junay tooka.”***
I didn’t catch any of that but I felt extreme relief mixed with almost devastating disappointment when he slid off my side but tucked me close under him, tangled his legs with mine and muttered,
“Trahyoo.”
I wanted to trahyoo, I needed to trahyoo.
But all I could do was feel the specter of his lips against mine and the phantom of his tongue.
So it took me awhile.
Then, tangled with my warrior king, I trahyooed.
* Translation: “This is not the part of me you love but it must do.”
** Translation: “No, Lahn my mouth is mine.”
*** Translation: “Okay, my Circe, tonight you win. Tomorrow, we play again.”
Chapter Nineteen
The Judgment
Six days later…
“Poyah, kah rahna Dahksahna!” I heard, turned my head and saw Keenim, the boy who sang to me days ago in an open space. He was with a bunch of other boys kicking around what looked like a ball. It was bigger than a football but shaped like one without the pointed ends.
“Poyah, Keenim!” I called back, waved, he waved and his friends all stared at me in shock, their eyes then turning slowly to their friend in more shock that the queen would know his name and wave.
Clearly, he had not told them he’d been to my cham twice since his initial visit (where I played his guitar and he played with Ghost) or they didn’t believe him.
This made me smile until I made my way back into the sea of chams then my smile faded and my thoughts wandered.
I was walking, thinking and most importantly, being seen. With the return of The Horde, there were thousands more warriors, their wives, their children, their slaves and other hangers on. The din of the Daxshee had escalated as had its sprawl.
The good news about this was that Lahn’s returned army kept my husband busy.
And the bad news about this was that his returned army kept my husband busy.
Therefore, for the last six mornings, he woke me with his hands then wasted no time getting me hot before he fucked me fast, hard and brilliant. He always forced my orgasm before he let his go. It was sweaty, it was energetic, it was heated, it was freaking great but it never lasted long. Then he’d demand my mouth, I’d refuse, he’d grin his knowing, scary grin that told me, clearly, he was biding his time. Then he’d drag me out of bed so I could give him a quick bath and braid or arrange his hair how he instructed. Then he’d pull me
to him with one arm, wrap his other hand around my jaw to position my face so I couldn’t escape, touch my mouth with his and then he’d be gone.
As in gone. I didn’t see him all day and even though I tried to stay awake at night (though, I was not admitting this fact to myself); I was never awake when he slid in bed beside me.
The good news about this was it made it easier to resist his sweetness, his hotness and all other things Lahn.
The bad news about this was I missed him. It sucked to admit but there it was.
I missed my scary, savage brute, king of a marauding horde in another universe husband.
How whacked was that?
The other bad news about this was that it gave me plenty of time on my own.
