Chapter 336:
Kate's eyes went wide. Fucking her here? Right next to Reginald? While wearing her crown?
Then, a slow, wicked, cat-that-got-the-cream smile spread across her own face. The sheer, scandalous audacity of it... it was thrilling. It was insane. It was perfect.
"Here?" she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes sparkling with a dark, excited light. "With... with him right there?" She nodded towards the snoring lump under the blankets on the other side of the cushion wall.
"Exactly," Alaric confirmed, his own smile mirroring hers. "Right next to dear old Reggie. Won't that be cozy?"
"But..." she started, a last flicker of caution, of self-preservation, returning. "What if he wakes up? Your spell... are you sure?"
"He won't," Alaric assured her, his voice absolute, utterly confident. "My spell is... thorough. Think of him as a breathing corpse until I say otherwise. He could have an army march through here, and he wouldn't stir."
