#Chapter 95: Recovery

Caleb pats his thigh like he wants me to come sit on his lap. He can’t be serious. The man could barely walk across the room on his own and now he wants to have sex? “We should wait,” I start to say. His eyes narrow. “You dare deny your king?” He adds a frown. “Or do you think your king incapable? Do you doubt my virility?” He’s proven himself substantially virile time and again. I have no doubt that even as exhausted as me must be, that he would still somehow manage to bring us both to the edge of pleasure again and again. Under normal circumstances, I might even be excited to join him. As he is, I could ride him, finally being the one to bring us both to that precipice. But not like this. “Two hours ago, we were pulling silver bullets out of your chest,” I say. His voice dropping low, he says, “Do not make me come and get you, consort. Get over here. Now.” He’s using his stern alpha voice, that instinctively makes me want to comply. Or maybe I just like the way his vo