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Honestly, it was more of a frog march than a romantic post-ceremony stroll, but the joke was on him because I was into being manhandled.
Seriously, I was one muttered complaint about how slow my human legs moved away from whispering, ‘sorry, Monster Daddy,’ and dropping to my knees to ask for forgiveness. That’s not very queen-like, I reminded myself. Fuck it, they shouldn’t have sent a failed-Hunter–slash-marketing-coordinator to do this job. If you pick the last resort option, you get last resort results, and all of those results sounded like a very fucking good time to me.
He’d gone nuts on that priest guy for sniffing me, but I could be reading romantic intentions into that display of violence that weren’t there.
Why wasn’t he accosting me yet? Freeing me from the confines of all this damn fabric? I’d been promised monster fucking, and I wasn’t getting any damn monster fucking.
sighed quietly to myself, surveying my surroundings instead since apparently I wasn’t going to get railed in my wedding dress any time soon.
He didn’t get to have horny Ophelia. Rude kings who probably had a harem of monster side chicks didn’t get to have horny wives.
“Oh, and we’ll discuss that smart mouth of yours later,” I told Ophelia mildly. She blinked at me. “Ah, yes. When we do all that talking we spend so much time doing. That sounds just like us.”
His wife had elaborate monster fucking fantasies, and he was a monster who hadn’t been fucking me.
“You may be the king of this realm and used to demanding every little thing you want,” I purred, rocking my hips slowly. “But I am your queen. You will put in work for me.”
I’d had the filthiest dreams I’d ever had now that my imagination had received the knotting expansion pack,
“I didn’t expect it to be like this to begin with.” “Neither did I.” Ophelia’s face scrunched up thoughtfully. “Well, I hoped it would be. You saw the drawings. The knot was an unexpected bonus.”
Soren made a quiet sound of frustration as he straightened, still positioned closer to mine and Allerick’s chairs than he had been before. Right, this was his sister. I mean, no judgment, but I’d be cutting Astrid some serious side eye if she showed up to an official meeting wearing a negligee.
