Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
It didn’t.
Just to make certain, Bannin waded through the slimy mass of tentacles and flattened, slippery flesh and began hacking away at its head. Sarya slid from the saddle and joined him, and soon the burning stink of charred demon added to every other reason Bannin had for hating tentacles.
When the only bits of the demon left unhacked and uncharred were no bigger than his fist, he looked to his wife. “Done?”
Tiredly she nodded, smearing slime from her forehead with a swipe of her arm. Her wrist was faintly pink, but he was relieved to see that the suckers hadn’t bitten deep enough break the skin.
Even as he looked her over, Sarya was examining him for wounds. “Your leg?”
“All right.” Not bleeding anymore, though his breeches had seen better days. “Foggy?”
“The hero of the day.” She sheathed her sword and rubbed the stallion’s gray muzzle. “He deserves a medal for that one.”
The old stallion deserved far more than that. Bannin’s heart was still recovering from seeing her sword drop to the ground. “Still intend for it to be his last one?”
Because although the horse was still strong and fast, he wasn’t as strong and fast as he’d once been. So he would be retired out to pasture, where his only duties would be to eat grass and being put to stud.
Already Sarya had been training several of his foals. More would come, but Bannin knew that of all her mounts, Foggy would always be first in her heart.
Eyes suddenly glistening, Sarya bit her lip and nodded. A second later she was in Bannin’s arms, her face buried in his neck, and the faint swell of her belly pressing against his hip.
He rubbed his hands up and down her back. “And our last one, too?”
“For now.” Her voice was muffled.
Because there would come times when they were needed to fight demons, but for now…the child she carried would come first for them both. As it was, in the past year they’d been splitting their time between battling demons and training warriors to fight them. But while their children were young, he and Sarya would move to training all the time.
And when their children were older…well, they would decide when the time came.
Sarya peeked up at him. “I’m waiting for my battering ram.”
Shouting out a laugh, Bannin swept her up in his arms. That first time, years ago against the forest demon, Bannin hadn’t intended to make a tradition of fucking her after a successful battle—yet each time, relief and love for her carried him away. Sometimes it was a desperate affirmation that they were still alive. Other times, such as this one, it was simply fun.
And he’d never been able to resist her.
He looked around for a boulder, a tree, a grassy bit of ground—anywhere that would serve as their bed, whether upright or laying down—but there was only slime and blood, so he braced his legs and lifted her, fumbling with laces, laughing between kisses. Then he was inside her, her sheath so snug and wet, his happiest home. She gasped against his lips, then made him go slow, so slow, her honey-brown eyes meeting his, her love shining from them like gold.
“My only,” she murmured—and how she made his heart burst without killing him, Bannin still didn’t know.
It was some kind of magic she had.