Page 125 of The Chaosweaver's Daughter
“A windstorm?” Kas asked, smirking.
Ehmet was grinning, and Hevva said, “Something like that. No one asked, and we didn’t share. If it ever got out”—she shrugged—“no one believes fae blood magic is real, anyway.”
They laughed, sipping their drinks and watching the twins toss magically woven sticks to the dogs. Nes was overcome with gratitude and a profound sense of comfort, like everything was in its proper place as the sun set on the far side of the house, casting them in cool evening shadow.
“He’s really gone?” Nesrina checked.
With lips pressed tight, Ehmet nodded. “The guard’s been put to death. A trial was deemed unnecessary after he confessed to his part in aiding my brother.” Ehmet choked up a bit on the word brother, and Hevva slipped a hand around to his back, comforting him.
Nekash, stripped of his title, was put to trial within two weeks of Hevva’s arrival in Serkath. He was found guilty in a day, in spite of his refusal to answer questions around his motives. It was obvious Nekash craved power, influence, and the hedonistic lift the Crown could provide. The disgracedformer prince was living out the rest of his days below-ground in the palace dungeon, where he could stare lecherously at blocks of heartstone and iron bars, for all anyone cared. Nes’s heart ached for Ehmet having to face such betrayal.
“Are you looking forward to seeing your mum tomorrow?” Kas asked as they climbed the stairs to bed, early, having left Hevva, Ehmet, and the twins outside for family time.
“Very much. I can’t wait to tell her about Ehme—”
“Nes, what?! You can’t do that. You promised.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Nesrina...” Kas opened the door to his room—their room—seeing as she hadn’t slept in the Tarisden Suite since she’d been kidnapped three weeks before.
“I never promised anything. She’s my mother. She probably already knows.”
“But the kingdom.”
“She’s mymother, Kas. She won’t say a word. I’m positive.”
“Check with Ehmet first, at least?”
“I will, in the morning before Mama arrives.”
“Thank you.”
“Thankyou.”
“For what?” he asked, unbuttoning her dress with little flicks of air magic as she dealt with his jacket.
“For the lesson we’re about to have.” She pushed down his trousers.
“Oh?”
“Yes. It’s the night before our wedding, Kas. Tonight’s going to be twice as long as usual, to make sure we’re ready for our big day.”
Rumbling with laughter that filled her chest with happiness, he slipped her paisley dress to the floor and lifted her by the hips. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he repositioned his palms under her arse. Spinning, Kas pressed Nesrina’s back to the wall, and she gasped as her center slicked against his abdomen.
“For our first lesson...” He began, before abruptly dropping her down a few inches.
Her panicked squeal turned to a whimper when the head of his cock touched against her. “Like this?” she asked.
Kas guided himself to her entrance and nodded.
“Oh my gods.” Nes gasped as he drove in, fucking up into her while her back slid up and down the wall. “Oh my gods.”
“It’s good?” he asked, mostly a grunt.
“Yes. Full marks. Fantastic work.”
Kas laughed, then kissed her on the crown of her head, breathing hot against her as they came apart, together.
