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bodies of my men.”

Ari got a wicked flash of naked warriors in her mind, their hard,

muscled bodies scarred. And in the forefront was Rurik, with his wings

spread wide from his naked back.

“I didn’t…” She tried to reason with him, but it was too hard to

concentrate. Ari grabbed onto his shoulders, moaning softly as she

rocked into his hand, completely accepting his touch.

“You did,” he growled. “And I plan on making sure you grovel for my

forgiveness by bathing and kissing each and every one of my scars. Then,

you’re going to kneel before me and ask me nicely to forgive you as you

wrap your sweet lips around my cock.”

“I am to be queen. I don’t kneel and I don’t beg, not to anyone, not

even a king.”

“You’ll do it, Ari, and you’ll be thankful that I don’t make you grovel

in public. Too many times has death touched us, too many times by your

will.”

Her climax was close. “Nae. I won’t…grovel.”

Suddenly, Rurik pulled back, denying her his touch. She gasped as

the pleasure stopped and she was suspended in the torturous moment

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before release. Her hands shook and she thought of continuing on her

own, but pride kept her hands away. Rurik was staring at her as she let

her gaze roam over his body. His cock was hard, but he didn’t act as if it

affected him as he stood, arms crossed in displeasure.

“You’ll grovel, princess, trust me on that point.” He smiled, a

deliciously wicked look as he licked his lips. “You’d better hurry. The hall

is waiting to crown their new queen.”

With that, he walked away, leaving her aroused and confused. What

was that all about? Why did he stop? When she was alone, Ari

suppressed a groan and reached between her thighs to replace where his

hand had been. She rocked her hips, trying to end her own torment. Her

body jerked, but it wasn’t the same, it wasn’t the intense orgasm

promised with Rurik’s touch and it left her angry and disappointed.



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Walking away was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but Rurik knew

he had to leave her to think. He’d heard her talking with her cousin,

Vara, about the past. To know she laughed at his note out of

nervousness and not spite did something to him. But the note was only

one thing in a trail of many childhood injuries they’d inflicted on each

other.

His cock ached for release and he knew that if he’d wanted, he

could’ve pressed his mate against the wall and taken his pleasure in her

sweet, wet pussy. Holy stars, her breasts looked good, pressed up by the

tight corset of her bodice. This dress did nothing to hide the large, full

shape of the mounds. It was all he could do not to turn around and rip

the cream linen open so that they might spill out for his pleasure, while

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But he couldn’t. The way he saw it, there was only one way to find

happiness with the lot the Chalice had drawn for them. He had to show

her that he was a commander. That he could respect her, just as he

could be trusted to lead her. All their lives, she’d acted better than him,

been told she was better than him. Over the years, it was her decisions

that controlled his life. Well, it was time for the tables to turn. He would

teach her to grovel so that she could walk beside him as an equal. Rurik

would show her how much she wanted him, would make her admit to

those desires. He’d long ago admitted to his.



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The crowd tapped their feet in applause for the longest of time,

happily receiving Rurik as their king and as her chosen mate. She’d

expected more of an uprising, but it appeared the people were really

ready to forget and forgive the unfortunate incidences that took the pure

bloods from rule. Could it be the prophecy was right? Were they more

than just ramblings of old men? She would make a point of studying

what the prophecies said a little more closely after she took her official

rule.

Falconian ceremonies were simple and her father had only to take his

crown and place it on her head for it to be over. There were no words, as

the symbolic passing of the crown was enough to convey what was

happening, just as her drinking from the goblet had been enough to seal

her fate to Rurik.

Ari was all too aware of her new mate next to her, his taller height

towering above her. She waited as Rurik was given a smaller crown.

Suddenly, his wings spread wide and the hall went crazy with

excitement, pounding their feet and cheering for their new king.

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Show off, she thought. Her body was still tense from her almost