Page 49 of The Lycan King's Captive
Gagging noises intruded, and we sprang apart to see Max pretending to throw up.
Cyrus raised a brow. “Don’t think I’m unaware you’ve been sneaking in here and eating cookies before dinner.”
Max raised his hands like he’d been wrongly accused of an egregious crime. “I asked mommy!”
“Mmhmm,” Cyrus said. “I bet.”
“Oh, leave him alone.” I brushed cookie crumbs off Max’s cheek. “He just wanted something sweet.”
Cyrus took my hand and guided it to his lips. “Don’t we all, my queen.” He kissed my knuckles. “Don’t we all.”
I raised a brow. “You mean you don’t have enough sweetness in your life?”
“Oh yes.” He pulled me closer. “It’s a sweet life, indeed.”
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