Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“My brethren, I present to you my mate, our queen, Her Majesty Shayla MacQuillan,” Kael said in a strained, proud voice.
All of the warriors lowered to one knee in a coordinated movement, bowed their heads, and declared in one voice, “Your Majesty, we are at your service, now and forever.”
Tears pricked Shayla’s eyes and words spilled from her lips before she’d thought what to say. “As I am at yours, and our king’s.”
Approving murmurs and nods moved through the men.
“Rise now, brothers, and be merry.”
The group surrounded them, clasped arms with Kael and offered him their wishes. To her, they bowed and complimented the match. A deep sense of family and community embraced Shayla, and she knew this was where she belonged.
But, just then, her interest didn’t lie in bonding with the warriors assembled around them, great as they seemed to be.
She wanted Kael.
The floor dropped away from her feet as he swept her into his arms. He winked and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
The men laughed and applauded.
“Well, my friends, if you’ll excuse me. I would like to have my mate to myself for a while.” A crooked grin brightened his face. “A long while.” He backed toward the door, still carrying her. “You see, I, too, plan to be in the service of the queen.”
Shayla gasped at his brazenness but couldn’t help her laughter, especially once the warriors started throwing catcalls at their retreating forms.
Good humor radiated from her lover, and his pleasure lit up her insides in return.
Kael paused outside a room she’d never entered. “Our private apartment,” he explained as he carried her over the threshold. He kicked the door closed behind them.
She could live on the adoration she saw in his eyes. “Mo chuisle mo chroí,” he murmured. You are the pulse of my heart, she heard in her mind.
“I love you, Kael.” She pressed a lingering kiss to his full lips.
“I love you, too,” he murmured around the edge of the kiss. “So much.”
She pulled away and rested her forehead on his, looked deep into his eyes. “I meant what I said in there, my love. I will always be in your service.”
“We are partners, now, Shayla. Equals. We will be in one another’s service, in all things.”
“I love the sound of that.”
“Mmm, so do I.” He turned on his heel and crossed the large living room. “And I suggest we begin right now.”
Shayla laughed as he picked up speed and pushed through a door into a large bedroom. In the center of the space sat a king-size poster bed with layers of gauzy, sheer panels hanging down from the four corners. That was all she had time to notice before Kael threw her onto the bed and sprawled on top of her.
His kisses started soft, but quickly became demanding, needy. She felt his urgency and returned it. They kissed and shared whispered declarations of love and removed each other’s clothing until nothing in the world stood between them.
Everything she’d ever wanted she held within her arms and the cradle of her thighs. Her Vampire Warrior King. Her Kael.
Then he was in her once more.
And they well served each other all that night. With love and passion. Over and over again.