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Wylfrael’s dark chuckle followed me, just as his feet did a moment later.

“After you, little bride.”

CHAPTER FORTY

Wylfrael

When we entered the kitchen, Aiko looked up from where she was crouched on the floor with a scowl on her face. It disappeared instantly, and she flattened her ears.

“Oh, it’s you two! Welcome back! Sorry, I thought you were Brekken and Shoshen. That dog has made an absolute mess of my kitchen!”

Crystal was shattered all around, obviously having been knocked down to the floor by an over-eager hound.

“It was the tail,” Aiko said, standing and sighing, regarding the mess. “He was so excited he wagged the dishes right off the counters!”

“Oh, let me help you!” Torrance hurried forward. I liked that my bride was kind to the Sionnachans. That she so clearly respected them, and that she’d offered to help Aiko without a moment’s hesitation. But I whipped out my hand and grasped the back of her cloak, stopping her. I thought of her slender fingers getting sliced on all that crystal and hauled her back.

“Don’t move, either of you,” I said, raising my other hand. Using my power, I lifted all the shards of crystal into the air, then swept it over their heads and into a stone bin at the far end of the kitchen.

“Oh, thank you, my lord! Though you should not concern yourself with such things!” Aiko said.

“We would have cleaned it up,” Torrance agreed as I released the back of her cloak. She took it off, and I in turn took it from her to hang near the fire. The ease of that little interaction – passing and hanging up the cloak – surprised me. It felt natural, nearly mundane. Like we’d done it a hundred times before.

“You would have cut yourself and bled all over the floors is what you would have done,” I admonished softly. I couldn’t stop staring at her face. Her eyes. The black parts in the middle changed often, and I’d determined it seemed to change based on the surrounding light. Outside, the black had been reduced to mere pinpricks, her eyes dominated by bright swirling gold and brown. In here, in the dimmer firestone light, the darkness expanded, swallowing the honey, deepening her gaze.

Torrance and Aiko began to work together, side by side. I could tell by the easy comfort between them that this was something they did often. Though, as I leaned against the counter on the opposite side of the room, Aiko tossed occasional worried glances back at me, as if nervous I’d be upset that Torrance was cooking or doing parts of her chores. But it didn’t bother me at all. In fact, it made me strangely happy.

When Aiko slipped into the cellar to get something, Torrance continued working on her own. I sat myself upon a stool and watched her. Her back was to me, and I let my gaze drift over her form as she moved. She was dressed in creamy Sionnachan silk britches and a matching blouse. Aiko had tailored the clothing to fit her properly, accentuating the shape of her hips and the nip of her waist. Her hair tumbled down her back in a rich red-brown river, and I remembered what it was like to wind it, like shining rope, around my fist.

My gaze followed the line of her hair downward, until it settled on her backside and stayed there. The skies take me, that was a delicious curve. My erection, which had begun to subside, returned in full force, my shaft thick and throbbing just from the sight of my betrothed. I wanted to go to her, to bend her over the counter, pull down the silk and rut her from behind.

No penetration, she’d said.

Fine. Between her thighs, then. Where her wetness could drench the top side of my shaft. I palmed my bulge, trying to ease the pressure there, fighting the flaming desire to take out my cock and stroke it.

It was shocking, and pathetic, this need to touch myself in the middle of the kitchen just from watching Torrance walk around and cook, fully clothed. Maybe even dangerous. I wanted my own bride far too much and it could not lead to anything good.

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