Mere hours had passed since I’d last taken her upon the bed we laid naked on, and I couldn’t help but fear that now I’d satisfied her enough to calm us both, that perhaps she was wondering what she would do next.

“Aster,” I started, prepared to finally ask about the swine husband I wanted to erase from our memories.

But then she smiled, fingers stroking down my hairline to my jaw, and asked, “Could you make a tiny boat?”

I almost cut myself with the blade. “A what?”

“A boat,” she repeated. “Kloon and Jats could do with a better functioning one for when they fish in the pond.”

“Kloon and…” I muttered, and then my confusion cleared. “You mean the elves?” Surely, she couldn’t actually care a thing about the rodents.

But her smile bloomed, breathtaking. My chest spasmed. As did my achingly hard cock, which I’d been trying to ignore since it last left her body, for I knew she needed rest.

“Do not encourage them, wildflower.”

Her smile fell, and I wanted to immediately take back my words—to offer her anything she desired. “Why not?”

“They’re pests. Royal pains in my fucking ass.”

“They’re not pests,” she said, her cheeks reddening and her eyes narrowing. “They’re little folk and rare.”

“Not here, they’re not.”

Outraged, she demanded, “What have they ever done to you?”

“Besides trespass on my fucking land to help themselves to anything they want?” I huffed. “Their sheer audacity to continue existing, really.”

Aster lifted my head and promptly dumped it upon the bed before scooting to the edge.

I grabbed her ankle before she could. She squealed, laughing when I tugged her back and loomed over her. “There it is.”

“There’s what?”

“That laugh,” I murmured, lowering for my nose to brush her soft cheek. “That fucking smile.” I kissed her cheek, inhaled her fragrance deep, and her thighs opened wider when my hips dropped and reared back.

Slippery and ready for me when the head of my cock nudged at the opening to her perfect cunt, she moaned when I sank inside.

“I could live inside you,” I whispered, shivering when her hands explored my back and her body welcomed mine like a velvet glove made just for me.

“I wouldn’t protest.”

I kissed her jaw, and her head tilted for my mouth to fuse to her neck. “No?”

“No,” she exhaled. Her nails dug grooves when I withdrew and took my time plunging back into her body. “All I want is this.”

“My cock?”

A giggle squeezed my shaft, and I groaned. “You, wolf.” She clasped my chin, bringing my eye to hers. “All of you.”

Thrusting deeper, harder, I stared down at her with my heart in my throat and my soul on the line. “Stay with me.” I swallowed, amending, “Stay here with me.”

Her brows puckered. “Live here with you?”