"You're awake," Lucian whispered, his voice a low, trembling sound that Soren could feel resonating in his own chest. The sound of Lucian's shoes hitting the floor was gentle, and he could feel the edge of the bed pressed against him as Lucian sat down. Lucian's hand moved slowly to caress Soren's stomach possessively.
"The sun is out, My Queen. The builders are waiting in the other room with wood samples."
Soren let out a soft, melodious hum. He was still surprised by how soft the sound was. He could feel Lucian's fingers starting to explore his body, tracing over his hardened nipples.
"Let them wait. The North doesn't build on schedule."
Lucian chuckled, his warm laughter filling their bond with a golden sense of security. Leaning down, he kissed the silver lines that framed Soren's jaw. His lips traced the curve of Soren's face, "We're not building a fort, Soren. We're building a nursery. Wouldn't you like to see the pine trees?"
