A FEW DAYS later, Jesska followed Kaspar onto the plane, awed by the size of it and the fact that it didn’t look like any airplane she’d ever been on. “This is huge.”

“That’s what she said,” he retorted.

Jesska giggled. “Well, that too, but admittedly, the plane’s just a tad big larger.”

Kaspar laughed. “It’s the family plane. We have two others that are smaller, but with such a long trip, I thought you might be more comfortable on this one.”

“As long as it’s safe, I don’t really care. I just like the idea of joining the mile-high club with you.” She grinned. “We will get to do that, right?”

“Absolutely.” He kissed her. “That’s a promise.”

Austri, Jens, and Camilla were already moving around the interior, making sure Kaspar and Jesska’s every need was seen to. “Yðar Hátign, við erum í undirbúningi fyrir flugtak.” (Majesty, we are preparing for takeoff.)

“I’ll show you the bedroom when it’s safe to move around,” Kaspar promised, and led her to large captain’s chairs near the windows. She chose the window seat and secured her seatbelt. He sat beside her, linking his fingers with hers.

Jesska dropped her head on Kaspar’s shoulder as the plane took off and closed her eyes, relishing the peace that enveloped her. The day before had been somewhat stressful, having to give a sworn statement to the police about Jason’s threats, but she was glad she didn’t have to see him or testify to anything, at least for the moment. Her statement was enough to get him thrown back in jail while he awaited a new trial. He appeared to be sticking to his story, but his lawyers were pushing for him to recant, so a new trial was still a possibility.

Her parents had surprised her by showing up at the police station and, after her task was done, Kaspar took everyone out to lunch. Her parents liked him, and Jesska could see the bridge she’d charred years ago was slowly being rebuilt.

Kaspar ran a knuckle down her cheek and kissed her forehead, smiling at her with his ‘what-are-you-thinking’ smile.

“I love you,” she said.

“You do?”

She nodded. “Yep. A lot a bit.”

Kaspar chuckled. “Back atya, baby.”

“How long until we can... you know?”

Have I created a monster?

She nodded. A really horny one. “I’m not sure I’m going to get used to speaking this way.”

Yes you will.

He tipped her chin up and kissed her. Jesska couldn’t get close enough, especially strapped in. Curling her hand around his throat, she broke the kiss. “Not fair, Kaz.”

Patience, sweetheart.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Screw patience.

The ding of the seatbelt sign going off had Kaspar out of his seat, unbuckling Jesska, and tugging her to the bedroom at the back within seconds. He kicked the door closed and divested her of her clothes with lightning speed.

She giggled when her bra flew across the room and ended up hanging on a knob on the dresser.

“That was planned,” he quipped.

“You’re amazing,” she retorted and tugged on his shirt. “Off. Now.”

Kaspar released her only long enough to remove his clothing and settle her on the bed. “On your knees, Jesska.”

“We’re gonna get kinky?” she asked hopefully, and clapped her hands.

“You wanna get kinky?”

“So, so much,” she admitted.

“Then, we will get kinky. On your knees,” he repeated, and Jesska immediately did as she was told.

He stretched out on his back and pushed his head between her legs, gripping her thighs and pulling her pussy to his mouth. “Ride me, baby.”

She pressed her core to his mouth and he sucked her clit in deep, sliding his tongue into her wetness as she slowly began to rock. As he continued to suck her clit, he slid two fingers inside of her and she couldn’t help but ride them, pushing her bare pussy into his face harder and harder. “I can’t wait, Kaz.”

“Come, baby, but stay there.” He sucked one more time and Jesska exploded, finding it difficult to ‘stay there,’ but her patience was rewarded when Kaspar slid inside of her from behind. “Trust me?”

“Mmm,” she hummed, needing him deeper.

Keeping himself buried inside of her, he ran his finger through her wetness and pressed it against the pucker of her forbidden area. Jesska whimpered with need, wanting more, but not sure if she should want it.

“More?”

“Yes, Kaz. Please.”

He slid his finger further in and Jesska was worried she’d come right then and there, but was determined to enjoy the feeling of him fucking every inch of her body. When he began to move, though, she knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself and as he slammed into her with both cock and finger, she came apart, crying out his name as she fell to the mattress. Kaspar seemed to know exactly where she was going and followed her down, continuing to bury himself inside of her until he came himself, rolling them to their sides and kissing the back of her neck as they caught their breath.

“Holy shit, baby, that was amazing.”

“Já,” he said, giving her a gentle squeeze before sliding out of her.

“I like kinky.”

He chuckled. “I do too.”

She rolled to face him, stroking his face. “You’re illegally pretty, Kaspar. Our children are going to wreak havoc on the world.”

Kaspar smiled. “Our girls will stay home until they’re thirty.”

“Kind of hard to do that if they find their mates.”

“I am king, I have final say.”

She frowned. “You’re joking, right?”

“No. I can stop a mating if I decree.”

“But you won’t, will you?”

He sighed. “No, baby. I will probably want to, but I won’t.”

Jesska relaxed. “You had me going there for a minute.”

“No talk of our baby girls and their mates, sweetheart. I can’t deal with that right now.”

Jesska giggled, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. “Okay, baby, we’ll get to the baby making instead.”

“Sounds good.”

Jesska’s introduction to the mile-high club lasted most of the rest of the night and when she fell asleep, she fell hard.

* * *

The next morning, Jesska awoke and stretched with a groan. “I need a shower,” she grumbled.

Kaspar chuckled, pulling her close. “You did get a workout last night, but we don’t sweat, baby.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need a shower,” she said. “Bad dreams kind of do that to me.”

His eyes grew concerned. “You had a bad dream?”

“Not a nightmare or anything.” She smiled. “It’s that moment when you’re having a romantical dream and you smell something weird and you’re pretty sure you’ve rolled into your own armpit.”

“Romantical?”

“Definitely romantical,” Jesska said.

Kaspar laughed, a deep, rumbling, belly laugh. “Are you hungry?”

She nodded and ran a finger down his chest. “Definitely.”

“For food.”

“Oh. No. Not really.”

Kaspar kissed her and fed a different hunger before they took a break for sustenance.

* * *

Arriving in Edinburgh, Jesska tried to take in everything as they drove to Niall and Charlotte’s house. “Have you been here before?” she asked.

Kaspar nodded. “A few times, yes.”

“Will we have time to explore?”

“Absolutely,” he promised.

“How long do we have?”

“A week, baby,” he said. “Then I’ll take you home.”

“You can be away for a week?”

“Camilla has everything under control.” He pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly. “So, yes, I can be away for a week.”

Jesska grinned, leaning into him. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

How long until I can get you naked again?

Kaspar chuckled. A few hours.

Too long.

I’ll figure something out, then.

“Promise?”

He leaned down and kissed her. “Promise.”

Austri pulled the car up to a medieval-looking Georgian townhouse.

“Wow,” Jesska breathed as she stepped out. “It’s stunning.”

Kaspar nodded and took her hand, leading her to the front door. He kept his arm around her waist as he rang the doorbell, and then the door was open and Jesska was pulled into a bear hug by Sophia. “You’re finally here!”

“Hi, honey,” Jesska said, hugging her niece tighter. “How are you?”

“Good,” Sophia said. “Come and meet everyone. Oh, my gah, Jess, my sisters are so cool.”

Jesska stepped inside and didn’t have much time to appreciate her surroundings before she was dragged upstairs and into a large great room where Megan sat with a group of people Jesska didn’t know. Megan stood and rushed to her for a hug and then introduced her and Kaspar to the family.

* * *

The next morning, Jesska smoothed her hands down the thighs of her jeans as she stared at herself in the mirror. She looked so different. Younger... better. Her skin was incredibly clear, not a blemish in sight. She still had a few freckles, but they looked less like sun damage now. And her hair was beginning to lighten to what it had been when she was a child.

Kaspar wrapped his arms around her from behind. “I’m going to miss you today.”

“Are you really not joining us this morning?”

“I have a few things to catch up on, but I will meet up with you at lunch. Along with the rest of the men.”

Jesska sighed. “Y’all are leaving the wives to shop alone. You do realize how unwise that is, right?”

“Which reminds me,” he said, and pulled out his wallet, handing her a credit card. “Shop to your heart’s content.”

“Oh, really?” she asked. “What’s the limit?”

“Limitless.”

“All cards have limits, Kaz.”

“That’s not actually true, baby.”

“Seriously?” she challenged. “So, I could, I don’t know, buy a house for two-point-five-million dollars, outfit it with a million bucks worth of furniture, and then buy myself a hundred-thousand-dollar BMW, and do it all on this card?”

“Yes.”

“Shut up!”

He chuckled. “It’s limitless.”

She shook her head and handed it back to him. “Um, no way am I carrying this around with me. What if I lose it?”

“Then I’ll get you a new one.”

“It’s worth a lot of money.”

“It’s a piece of plastic,” he countered.

“A piece of plastic that’s worth a lot of money.”

Kaspar laughed. “Baby, it’s protected. It’s yours to do with as you like.”

“I really don’t have a limit?”

“You really don’t have a limit.”

“Oh, okay.” Jesska bit her lip. “But I won’t really buy a house and a car.”

“I know you won’t. They’re difficult to fit on a plane.”

“There is that,” she conceded, and held her hand out. “Hand it over.”

He shook his head. “Take it from me.”

“I’m trying.”

“No, I mean, try to take it.”

Jesska frowned. “I don’t get it... oh, wait. Without picking it up, you mean?”

“Yes.”

She giggled. “How?”

“Imagine where you want the card to go and then use your hand to guide it.”

“That easy?”

“That easy,” he confirmed.

Jesska stared at the card in Kaspar’s hand and waved her hand. It went skittering to the floor. Kaspar laughed and raised it back to his hand. Jesska tried again and again, only managing to get it out of his hand.

Kaspar’s phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket. “We’ll work on it more,” he promised, handing her the card and answering the call. “Austri. Já. We’ll be right down.”

Jesska grabbed her purse. “Is Austri coming with me?”

“Yes.”

“But I thought Kade has his security, as do the Gunnachs... and Ari and—”

“You made your point,” Kaspar said, cutting off her diatribe. “But I don’t know anyone other than Ari’s men, so you will have Austri for the day.”

“But what will you do without him? Jóvin would be fine.” Kaspar frowned, and Jesska raised an eyebrow. “You can’t seriously still be mad at him.”

“I’m not discussing this with you, Jesska.”

She crossed her arms. “You’re punishing him for making sure I was safe. Does that sound right to you?”

“He was supposed to stop you from leaving.”

“And he tried!” she snapped. “Outside of chaining me to the towel rail in the bathroom, he didn’t really have a choice.”

“Well, then he should have chained you.”

“If he’d really done anything remotely close to that, you would have had his head... or stuck him in some dungeon somewhere!”

“I don’t have a dungeon.”

“You’re being an ass.” She threw her hands in the air.

“I’m an ass because I want you protected?”

“No, you’re an ass because you refuse to see that even you wouldn’t have been able to stop me from leaving that fucking hotel room, and Jóvin made a judgment call—the same one you would have made, I might add—and he protected me from beginning to end. Case in point, I’m standing in front of you right now, and without a scratch on me.”

Kaspar dragged his hands down his face.

“Let’s go. We obviously need a little time away from each other.”

Jesska stalked out of the hotel and to the elevator without waiting for Kaspar.

* * *

Kaspar reached for his phone, jostling Jesska, who had woven herself around him like ivy. He’d adjusted the security detail and sent Jóvin with her during their shopping excursion, which had earned him “brownie points,” but had not gotten him entirely off the hook. Kaspar had to admit that she’d made a valid point and, once he wrapped his mind around said point, he was quick to tell her that she had been right, but he wouldn’t go so far as to apologize to Jóvin. Jesska had responded by running his credit card up by almost ten-thousand dollars, somewhat disappointed that he hadn’t reacted to the paltry amount.

In the end, they’d each said their piece, and spent the rest of the evening making up the way they enjoyed best, which meant she was now naked and burrowed into him.

Kaspar shifted again and Jesska groaned, but didn’t fully awaken. “Kaz here.”

“It’s Kade. We have a problem.”

Kaspar frowned. “What kind of problem?”

“We know who the threat is.”

He sat up. “Who?”

“Not over the phone,” Kade said. “We’re on our way to Edinburgh. We’ll be there in a few hours.”

“Where do you want to meet?”

“We’ll meet you at Connall’s place. Niall has the address. Dinner.”

“Okay,” Kaspar said, and hung up.

“Who was that?” Jesska asked sleepily.

“No one, baby. Go back to sleep.”

She curled her hand around his belly and sighed, her even breathing sounding within minutes. Kaspar’s thoughts ran rampant with what Kade could possibly tell him. With their less than cordial relationship, Kaspar had a feeling it must be pretty extreme if Kade thought it was important to have a face-to-face meeting.

“What’s extreme, baby?” Jesska asked, stroking his neck.

He sighed, rolling her gently to her back and kissing her neck. “Nothing.”

She moved her head away from him and frowned. “Huh-uh. We don’t play that game, Kaz. Something’s wrong.”

Kaspar shifted onto his back again and dragged his hands down his face. “Kade is on his way from Inverness. They know who the threat is.”

Jesska gasped, sitting up on her knees. “Who?”

“He wouldn’t tell me over the phone.” He settled a hand on her hip. “We have to meet up with Niall at some point today, and he will direct us to Connall’s home.”

“Why Connall’s home?”

“Probably because he’s Kade’s brother.”

“Are you worried?”

He stared up at his mate, totally uninhibited in her nakedness, her hair falling around her shoulders, her face tight with concern. “I’m not sure what I am.”

“Do you think we’re in danger?”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, baby. You will never be in danger.”

“But will you?”

“I don’t know,” he said, honestly.

Jesska ran her hand across his abdomen. “But we’re safe right now.”

“Absolutely.”

She smiled and straddled him, leaning down to kiss him. “Then a distraction is in order. We can worry when we need to worry.”

Kaspar allowed her to distract him, resigning himself to worrying later. She lifted her body so he could guide himself inside of her and then she lowered again with a sigh. “This is my favorite place to be.”

He grinned, pressing his thumb to her clit. “Mine too, baby.”

Leaning back to rest her hands on his thighs, she rode him slowly, her breasts bouncing with each move and he sat up to cup them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “So beautiful,” he whispered, sucking one into his mouth.

She looped her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers into his hair and pressed into his mouth as she continued to ride his cock. “So good, Kaz.”

Moving his hands to her bottom, he squeezed her ass and helped to lift her a little higher, tugging her back down harder and she let out a moan. “God, yes,” she rasped.

He steadied her so she could lift again and she slammed down with a cry, her body shaking and her pussy contracting around him. Kaspar laid her on the bed, keeping their connection, and burying himself inside of her again.

Jesska wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted to meet every thrust, both of them coming within seconds of each other. Kaspar kissed her gently and rolled them onto their sides, still facing each other, her legs around his waist.

She smiled, stroking his cheek. “That’s better than worrying, huh?”

“Yes, baby. Much better.”

“Come shower with me. We can do more of that.”

He chuckled. “Okay, be right there.”

She disentangled herself from Kaz and walked into the bathroom, while he took a minute to plan. He then joined her and did ‘more of that.’