Page 22 of Caged Love

Kissing her forehead, I let my lips linger against her skin. After about ten minutes, I slip away and return with a warm cloth, cleaning her up. The sun is just rising now, so I go fill the bath for her. She’s awake when I return, watching me. She laughs as I lift and carry her into the waiting tub. When I start to wash her hair, her eyes widen in surprise, then close shut as she relaxes. My fingers gently massage her scalp, and she makes those little noises I love so much.

“I could get used to this,” she says with a sweet sigh.

“Me too,” I admit, kissing the side of her neck.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. There’s no way I will live without her after this.

I’ve just gotten her out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her when we hear a loud bang.

“Rion,” she whispers.

Fuck.

Before I know it, we’ve zipped right into Chaos.

Literally.

We’re in the dining room while King Zython, Axe, Kai, Bane, and a pregnant Saylor are all having breakfast together.

Milana is in a towel, and I’m in a pair of boxer shorts.

Bane laughs, his inked hand raking through his hair. “I knew today was a good choice to drop in for breakfast.”

Saylor waves at Milana. “Are you here of your own free will this time?”

I throw an unimpressed look in her direction, but she simply winks at me. Today, she’s wearing a rainbow-colored dress, the opposite of her mate in his usual all-black get-up.

“Welcome back, son,” King Zython says, trying to hide his grin behind his morning coffee.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” Axe smirks while Kai simply laughs, his shoulders shaking.

Assholes.

“Milana, you know Saylor. That’s her mate, King Bane. You know King Zython, and Prince Kai and Axe,” I introduce quickly. “I’m going to take her to my room to get dressed.”

“I’m sure she remembers me, considering I was going to be her betrothed!” Axe calls out.

“Over my dead body!” I call back as we walk up the staircase.

“Not my best first impression as your mate.” Milana sighs, making sure her towel is covering her tits.

I grin and open my door. “Don’t worry about them.”

“This isn’t the room that?—”

It’s not the room I held her in—my old room. I didn’t want her to think about that.

“I wanted a new room… fresh start and all that.” I shrug, letting her look around. The bed is massive, with dark green sheets, and a big window shows off the views of our beautiful mountains.

“Wow,” she whispers, sitting on the bed. I go to my armoire and pull out some track pants and a shirt. They will be big on her, but will have to do for now. After she gets dressed, she sits on my lap and wraps her arms around my neck.

“You feel okay being here?” I ask, burying my face between her neck and shoulder.

“Yeah.” She sighs.

“You’ll tell me if you don’t?” I ask, and she nods. “Promise?”

“I promise. But right now, I’m starving.”

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