“And you are mine,” he replied, moving one hand to clasp her about the waist and take over, drawing her up and slamming her down.

“We have already won, True.”

“Yes,” he groaned, his balls contracting, his orgasm imminent. “We have won, my darling.”

“Yes,” she hissed against his mouth.

He was about to close his eyes with his climax, knowing with the way she tightened like a fist around his shaft, she was on the verge of hers…

When he caught the topaz of her eyes fading to vibrant leaf green.

And the instant she cried out her climax, he shot his seed inside his wife.

Prince Cassius

Bedchamber of the Prince Regent, Sky Citadel, Sky Bay

AIREN

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to collect Theodora and Aelia, board a ship, and sail for The Mystics at the break of dawn on the morrow?” Cassius suggested as Elena walked in from her dressing chamber wearing a pair of slouchy-knit socks and the long-sleeved undershirt he had worn that day.

This had become her habit.

When he took it off, if she was there, she took it up and changed into it.

If she wasn’t there, she sought it out and then she changed into it.

She also appeared to be rubbing something into her hands as she came his way, a small smile flirting with her lips.

“And make our friends face the Beast by themselves?” she asked, coming to where he lay across the foot of the bed, with his head in his hand, his elbow to the bed, not hiding the fact he was in this position waiting so he could watch her walk to him wearing his shirt.

He did not hide it because he did this every night, if he didn’t take her right to bed to make love to her the moment they found their chamber of an evening.

He reached out a hand, caught his shirt on his woman’s body by the hem, and drew her to him, saying, “They can come with us.”

He fell to his back as she put a knee to the bed by his hip, swung her other leg around, and settled astride him.

“And leave all of the rest of Triton to be devoured by pure evil?” she queried.

“I don’t know all the rest of Triton,” he told her. “How do I know I care about all the rest of Triton? They might be a continent of arseholes.”

She placed her hands on his chest and smiled down at him.

He allowed her smile to settle deep into his stomach and then he whispered, “I am happy.”

Her smile faltered as bright hit her eyes.

“Cass,” she whispered in return.