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"No, Gannon. I just can't wait until her birthday, and she realizes I am her mate," I tell them while leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

It is well into the night when we arrive at the grand hotel. The place is enormous, modern, and all sleek design, exactly what is expected in this modern era. I arranged for us to leave no later than 6 am.. I can't wait for Ivy to see the castle, but I also can't wait to be alone with her either.

I cover her with the blanket and carry her inside the huge hotel. My men surround me, obscuring her from the view of any other people as I make my way to our suite.

Damian steps ahead of me and searches the room before allowing me to enter. When I hear the door click shut as he leaves, I place her on the bed before climbing on it myself. She stirs now that I have dropped the calling, allowing her to wake. Her beautiful eyes flutter open dazedly, and my lips devour hers before she has a chance to speak.

Her skin heats beneath my palm as I grip her breast, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. My lips travel down her neck, and I desperately feel the urge to mark her.

“My King,” she blurts, and the growl that leaves me makes her tremble beneath me. Anger courses through me, and I stifle it, reminding myself she just woke up and isn't clear-headed enough to remember. Her hands shake against my chest, and I can feel her breath on my neck.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you hungry?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, but her stomach betrays her.

“I will give you one chance to correct that answer, Ivy,” I tell her, pulling back to look down at her. She averts her gaze to my chest, and I sigh, brushing her cheek gently with my hand.

“You don’t need to fear me. I haven’t hurt you, and I won’t hurt you.”

She licks her lips, and my attention diverts briefly to them. They look dry and cracked.

“Are you hungry?”

She nods, and I peck her lips, then roll off her, grabbing the phone to order room service. I feel Ivy move on the bed behind me. While I wait for them to answer, I move toward the small fridge and retrieve a bottle of water before making my way back to her. She squirms on the spot where she sits but takes the water, placing it beside her.

ChapterThirty-Six

IVY

There is no memory of the rest of the journey, coming to the hotel, or being placed in this bed at all. As the King speaks on the phone, I watch him. But I am on the verge of bursting and need to pee.

I wonder where the servant's bathroom is when the King walks to the bar fridge before coming over and handing me a cold bottle of water. I place it beside me, its coldness making the urge to pee ten times worse.

He watches me for a second and speaks to someone on the phone, then hangs up and places it on the bedside table.

"What is wrong?" he asks as he turns back to face me.

"Is there a servant's bathroom? I really need to pee."

His eyebrows raise, and he points to the bathroom behind him.

"Bathroom is right there. Why would you use a servant's bathroom?"

"Because Clarice said that's what the servants use." Why do I feel like I am answering questions about rules he probably set?

"Ivy, you are not my servant."

I squirm. I'm about to pee on this bed if he keeps talking, especially knowing the bathroom is right there. What is it with bathrooms when you need to pee? The moment you notice one, the urge grows worse.

"Go; I will bring you some towels so you can shower. We can talk about it later," he says, motioning to the bathroom with his hand.

I hurry off, shutting the door behind me. After washing my hands, I'm about to walk out when the door opens, and King Kyson steps into the bathroom, blocking me from exiting.

"Where are you going?" he asks while looking down at me. He has towels in his hands.

"Out so you can shower," I tell him as I try to step around him. He blocks my path.

"Do you want to shower with me?" he asks, stepping so close I have to crane my neck to look up at him. He stares back at me. "You don't have to, but you can if you want to."

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