Page 55 of Winds of Destiny

Although I might consider another lover if you’re interested.

The night the three of us shared together is still seared into my brain. Sex with Camrael is incredible—sex with the two of them was so much more. It was intimate and full of trust to a level I’d never known before, not to mention incredibly hot.

I want to experience it again. I want to watch my husband come apart for Turo, and I want to see Turo finally stop holding himself back and give in to the love and lust he feels for Camrael. I want to watch them touch each other, kiss, fuck. I want to be there for it and be in the middle of it. Just dreaming about it is enough to have me waking up with a raging hard-on every morning so far.

It doesn’t help that Turo sleeps on top of me.

It’s the only way hecansleep. He tried to get comfortable by himself the first night, but between the hard ground and the wound in his side, he wasn’t able to find a position that let him drift off. I listened to him huff and curse under his breath for a full hour before saying, “Get over here.”

“No.”

“I’m serious, get over here.”

“I don’t need your help.”

The only way to convince Turo to do what you want—if you’re not Camrael—is to appeal to his sense of responsibility. “Well, I don’t want to have to pick you up off the ground when you fall asleep in the saddle tomorrow. All that will do is slow us down, so get your ass over here.”

He grumbled but agreed in the end. It took some maneuvering and a few false starts, but eventually, I was able to prop his body against mine in such a way that the pressure was off his back and his neck was in a comfortable enough position to let him fall asleep. With his face nestled against my shoulder, he finally found his rest.

I followed him soon after, barely feeling the weight of him, yet comfortable in his closeness nonetheless.

Once Turo woke up well rested and in visibly less pain the next morning, he stopped fighting me on it. Night after night we bunk up, using each other for comfort and warmth and little else.

…

A full week after that first morning, though, things are a little different. Turo must really be feeling better, because Idefinitelyfeel the press of his cock against my hip as I wake up. I also notice how strongly my own body is reciprocating. It’s a natural reaction, but I doubt he’s going to want to debate that right now.

The key, I decide, is not to mention it at all. Instead, once he wakes up, I just remove my arm from around his shoulders and stretch. “Let’s clean up and make a bit of breakfast, hmm?”

“Sure,” Turo says at last, lifting himself off me and grabbing a waterskin. He drains half of it in one go, then gingerly gets to his feet, slides on his boots, and heads off to relieve himself. That means breakfast is on me, which I honestly prefer.

Turo is good at taking care of himself, but it’s clear he’s never had to see to the comfort of a group before. He would eat a handful of dried fruit and raw oats every morning and not bat an eye. If I’d tried that with my people, prince or not, I’d probably have been challenged to an honor duel.

A quarter of an hour later, Turo eats the hotcake I hand over with clear enjoyment. Finally, his appetite is coming back. I was concerned for a while—he barely ate anything the first three days after the attack—but now he’s clearing his plate again.

My awareness of my tendency to nurture my people is acute enough that I must be blushing. I eat quickly, then clean the pan, put out the fire, and saddle up the rams.

“Do you think you’ll get to keep them?”

It’s a good thing the saddle is so damn heavy, or I might have jumped at the abrupt sound of Turo’s voice. “What, the saddles?”

“The rams.”

I laugh. “I doubt it. This isn’t the first time Carnuatu has loaned out from his personal herd, but we’re always very aware of the fact that they belong to him first and foremost. When we’ve completed the task they’ve been sent to help us accomplish, I’m sure they’ll return to him.”

“Hmm.” Turo nods, his dark eyes fixed on his ram. I think he’s a little sad at the thought of saying goodbye. “I hope he lets us keep them long enough to get to Kamor.”

“You think that’s where Embros is headed?”

“It makes sense,” Turo says. “It’s his stronghold, after all. King Perael might not seem like the most affectionate father, but once he learns that Cam is missing, he’ll muster every troop he’s got to find out what happened to him. The road, at least around Zephyth, won’t be safe for Embros’s raiders. If he retreats to Kamor, he’ll be in a strong position to bargain.”

“Make demands, more like.” I frown and tighten the girth, thinking.

After a moment, Turo says, “You have another theory?”

“Yours is a solid one,” I admit. “But Embros has gone to a hell of a lot of work if that’s his goal. His alliance with Antasa means he’s accumulated almost half the power on the continent already. If he gets hungry for more, Lutha is the next easy target, as they’ll show no resistance against his army. He didn’t need to take Camrael to gain the upper hand in negotiations with Zephyth, not given the alliance he’s made with my father.

“It especially doesn’t make sense forhimto be leading the charge in all this. Embros is a king, and he’s probably the most powerful man in his entire city when it comes to using their poison magic. So… Why risk himself, why the need to be at the front line, unless there’s something driving him that we don’t know about?”

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