Chapter 420 Our Next Baby?

Biham gazed at her intensely. His lips twitched a little and then a raged breath escaped his lips. Kinshra was such a beautiful fae and standing in front of him all alone in the bedroom, he could see her pale blush that was reflected in the fire of the hearth. He cursed himself for the millionth time to reject her under Menkar's dark magic. If only he knew about it, he would have killed Menkar that time and also Sirrah. Maybe he would have killed Sirrah first and then some more.

She tilted her head as she watched him stare at her. "What is it, King Biham?" she repeated her question as she pulled her braid over her shoulder and played with it. Then she turned to go to the other end of the bedroom and stood against the window whose gauzy curtains fluttered gently with the breeze.

Biham did a slow perusal of her body until his gaze finally met hers. Her hands tightened around her braid when their gazes locked and she couldn't help feeling the familiar ache between her thighs.

He pushed himself off the door and closed the gap between them. "Lady Kinshra," he said, stepping into her space, closer than what it should have been. He reached forward and slipped a strand of her hair between his fingers and slowly twisted it in his hold. "Do you remember the time when I rejected you?"

Kinshra froze, her mind going numb at the mention of rejection. "Yes," she said in a whisper. "How can I forget that?"

"But you never accepted it." His lips lifted into a wicked smile as he stared down at her mouth. He pushed forward and his hand went on either side of her hips. He leaned down on her until she had no other option but to look at him. "That means that we still have a chance of--" he stared at her mouth. He let out a shaky breath. "I would love to get on my knees for you, my queen."

Her breath rushed out of her as her stomach tightened as she imagined what he really meant.

"And I would give anything in this world to see you on your knees." His gaze darkened.

"I won't go on my knees for you, my king," she said.

He chuckled. "Goddess. I can imagine you on your knees, staring at me, as you would show how loyal you are to me with that beautiful mouth of yours."

"I would--" she jerked back, pressing herself against the window's ledge harder.

"You would what, Kinshra?" he said, as his dark gaze swept over her mouth. He leaned forward and brushed her earlobe, sending delightful shivers down her spine.

"Biham." She said his name, trying to warn him, but it came more as a plea.

"Yes, Kinshra," he murmured as he ran his lips over her temple. His hand slid down to the side of her body and settled on her hips.

Kinshra's words choked in her throat because her mind had gone at the heat emanating from his hand on her hip.

He kissed her temple and then pulled back. She stifled a reluctant cry. "What were you saying Kinshra?" he asked innocently.

I won't go on my--" Before she could finish her sentence, he placed his finger on her lips and involuntarily her tongue darted out to taste him.

"Fuck!" he rasped. He lowered himself to his finger over her lips and kissed it. When he pulled back, he said, "I think I will die happily now that I have kissed you again, even if that kiss was so close."

Kinshra gulped and bit her lip. She was blushing like the red fiery ball of the evening sky.

"Since you haven't rejected me, Kinshra, my heart is full of hope." Biham slowly sank down on one knee and placed both his hands on her hips. He looked up at her. "Even if you accept my rejection, I will only fall in love with you. There is no one else in my life. Even if you choose to go away from me--" he took a deep shaky breath in. "--I will only crave for you and would be honored to join in the Fade."

"Hush!" she said and placed her finger on his lips. "Why are you talking about Fade?" she said, worry marring her beautiful face.

"Then what should I talk about Kinshra? Our next baby?"

Kinshra's eyes widened. She laughed at the sudden change of thoughts and swatted his forearm blushing deeper.

A knock at the door disturbed them. Biham hated whoever was on the other side of the door. "I will throw you in dungeons if you don't scurry now!" he growled at the person behind the door.

General Balfour coughed slightly. "I am sorry, Your Highness," he said and turned to walk away. There was a wide smile on his lips because his king had never sounded this desperate to give space to himself. And he was with Lady Kinshra. This meant that Pegasii was going to see better days.

Kinshra's wings shivered in anticipation. She was so embarrassed of herself. "That was General Balfour."

"And you are my queen."

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Although Felis could send his soldiers to Cetus, he wanted to be extremely careful this time. Conquering Cetus was his last plan. If it failed, he was sure that he was going to fail overall. So he decided to go himself along with his soldiers who were the most highly trained.

The monks at Cetus weren't trained for warfare. They were scribes and possessed dark magic. Well, not all of them, but some. They had other skills. And so it was going to be easy to attack and conquer it. With Menkar at the helm of it, he had made sure that none of the monks were trained in combat for wars. Nonetheless, he decided to go on his own. After Alphard's loss, he didn't want to take chances and conquering Cetus was a vital link of the war.