with the King of Lacuna, do you want to argue with him about it?”
“No, I’d rather argue with you about it,” he deadpans.
I peer over my shoulder at him as he stands alongside me. “When did you say you were leaving again?”
“Whenever I feel like it.” He glances at me with innocent eyes the color of shit. “Are you trying to cut our brotherly love short?”
I scoff. “Don’t get carried away.”
“I was abandoned,” he continues. “I have issues.”
“If you use that line one more time…”
“You’re going to hug me,” Tobias lifts in an exaggerated tone.
I lift a brow. “Go ask Rohana.”
Tobias’s face falls, and his eyes cut into slits. “How quickly you can turn into an asshole.”
“How already you were an idiot,” I counter.
“That just added another week to my visit with you, Brother.”
“Geezus fuck,” I mutter, pushing myself off the banister. “I swear all you do is come here to bother me.” I begin striding many, many feet away from him, to go find my wife and not hear how he denies having any sort of feelings for the lavender little Siren that has timidly had a fascination with him since I’ve been here.
I say she needs her head checked.
Davina wants to get involved and have another wedding.
I tell her to stay out of it.
She tells me to shut the hell up.
“It’s the highlight of my visits,” Tobias calls out after me as I turn the corner toward the library, where Davina spends most of her mornings reading.
Entering the room, she’s laid out on her maroon chaise lounge, red hair all toppled above her as a book is placed in front of her face.
“Did one of the girls kill Gathan yet?” she asks behind her novel.
“Not yet, but I’m about to kill my brother,” I convey, reaching for her book and tossing it aside. Her eyes widen as it falls off the lounge and onto the floor with a thud.
“Don’t use your brutality on my only edition of—” I’m already pulling her to stand, wrapping my arm around her ass and lifting her into the air.
“I don’t want to use my brute force on anything else other than you,” I mutter against her mouth, clasping onto her plush bottom lip.
Davina’s legs wrap around my waist, tilting her head to take me deep with her tongue. My body hums while my cock pulsates in my pants, she can take me from irritated or calm to a lust-filled frenzy within a second. Everything about her screams to me, begs me to own and worship her, and I’ll happily accommodate each and every time.
Her back hits one of her bookshelves, a sharp hiss leaving her lips as she bites down on mine.
“Taking your words to heart, huh, Viking?”
“Want me to go slower?” I retort into her emerald eyes.
She arches herself into me, her pussy brushing against my torso. “Think you can?”
“Fuck no.” My lips are on hers again, demanding and teasing. Our bodies fused together like a puzzle, not complete without each other.
I live for this woman. I breathe, love, and adore her. I’d die for her again, not change a thing about how we came to where we are right now. Frustration and aggravation included.
“Did you tell my father about the new power you acquired?” she breathes into my mouth.
“I don’t want to talk about your father right now of all times, Blood,” I growl. “I’m trying to drive you mad with wanting me.”
She presses another kiss to my lips. “I do want you.” Another kiss. “All the time.”
“Then let me—”
She pulls her head away. “But you have to tell him.”
I huff like one of my children and fix her with an exasperated look. Since being brought back to life from the bottled-up powers of Davina’s mother, I’ve adapted some forces of my own. Ones I’ve been having a hard time getting used to, if I’m being honest.
Fish annoyingly follow me around when I’m in the sea with the kids. I can sense trouble a league away, and my skin turns into armor when I feel threatened—that’s the new one. The one that poor Tobias felt the hard way when he snuck up on me last week.
“I’ll tell him later when he gets back with the kids,” I tell her, leaning in to kiss her again.
“Promise?”
“Promise. Now let me make love to my wife.” She nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck and grazes my skin with her lips.
“Your wife,” she repeats. “I still love hearing that off your lips.”
“I still love saying it.”
“What else do you love about your wife?” She licks the column of my neck, and my cock strains to already be balls deep inside of her.
“I love when my wife doesn’t tease me,” I rebuff when I secretly love it. Not that I’d ever admit to that in my lifetime.
“What else?”
“I love when I’m so deep inside you that I don’t know where I end and you begin.”
She chuckles, her lips climbing up to my ear. “What else, Viking?”
“I love you, Blood. That’s all there is to know.”