Cold Queen - K Webster Page 0,21

at his mercy, and in this moment, I don’t care.

“What happens when I fall?” I ask suddenly.

“You scream my name in pleasure.”

A small giggle escapes me. I can feel his smile on my neck.

“That’s it?”

“That’s just the beginning, snowflake.”

“What happens after?”

“I slide my thick, hard cock inside your tight little hole, Elzira. I stretch you wide-open to the point you’ll probably cry. I’ll fuck you raw and then spill my seed inside of you. Then, you’ll bear my children.”

Images of children with Ryke flood my mind. I’m stunned that the idea pleases me. Before I can focus on their faces or the fact that some have white hair and some have black, he pulls me to the present, biting my neck hard. He rubs hard against my center, pushing me right off the edge he promised to keep me from until he was good and ready.

Too soon.

I wanted him to tease me more.

Explosive pleasure detonates within me, blinding me. I cry out his name, just like he told me I would, as white ecstasy steals me from this moment. My entire body shakes and my spine arches. A chill settles over me, calming me back down. When I reopen my eyes, I am shocked to see snow fluttering around us and sticking to his eyelashes. He regards me with pride gleaming in his eyes.

“There’s my weather maker,” he says, grinning. “All I had to do was rub your needy clit.”

I let out an aggravated huff that has him chuckling when the door flings open. In a flash, Ryke bolts from the bed, snagging his sword along the way, and has it aimed at the intruder.

Yashka waddles in, unfazed by Ryke’s intense power, with a tray. “The venison falls right off the bone, I assure you. No need for a giant knife, your highness.”

As his chef sets the food down, I admire Ryke. In nothing but his trousers and holding his sword, I can’t help but realize how breathtakingly gorgeous he is. His cock bulges against the fabric, an indicator of his own arousal from our activities only moments before. He wants to put that inside me.

Not Yanna.

I could convince him. He’s halfway convinced as it is. Leave her alone and have me instead. I’d be his queen in a heartbeat if it meant sparing Yanna from him.

Such a selfless move from a loving queen.

I can’t even fool myself.

Wanting Ryke is purely for my own selfish pleasure. Despite his maddening personality, I enjoy his presence. His voice. His touch. His efforts to care for me.

Ryke sets his sword down and walks over to the table where Yashka explains what’s on our menu. The stomach pains are less than they were earlier, but I still wonder how I’ll get my tonics for tomorrow. I can’t allow my sister to offer herself up to every soldier who walks by. I’ll have to leave this room and make my way to her. Perhaps I can convince Ryke. If he truly cares for me, he’ll understand my need for the tonics.

Maybe Mazon can help.

Hope unfurls inside of me like that of a budding flower in spring. I haven’t had true hope in a long time. A tenacious king and a brilliant physician could be the turning point I need. Yanna could learn from Mazon. She’s practically a physician herself. Aligning ourselves with the Volcs isn’t the worst idea. When I’d assumed I was going to die, I gave up thoughts of a future. But with Ryke, maybe there is one.

He catches my gaze over his shoulder and I smile brilliantly at him. The air cools and more snow flutters around me. His expression softens as he watches me. I wave my hand in the air and try one of my father’s tricks. A breath of air. It comes out as a small puff and then it freezes in my palm.

Yashka excuses himself.

“Elzira,” Ryke growls, stalking over to me. He holds his hand out over mine and summons his fire. The heat melts the frozen orb, causing cool water to rush down my arm.

“I did it,” I tell him triumphantly. “I haven’t been able to ever do that.”

His brows furl together as though he’s angry. “For that, I am sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault.”

He takes my cold hand in his warm one. “You can do so much more than you realize.”

When I open my mouth, he shakes his head.

“No more talking. I’m going to feed you.” He grins wolfishly at me. “And then