“I cannot release you until my claspers allow,” I inform her. “And I don’t know when that will be.”
She settles further on me, and my spicket releases yet more seed, my claspers going tight once again.
“I’m not worried about you releasing me,” she says.
“But does something ail you?” I query.
“Nothing,” she says. “Only I’m trying to imagine what you were like after you drank wine.”
“I don’t remember.” I sigh. “But there were no more Redcaps.”
Kaitlyn cups my face between two hands and kisses me deeply on my lips.
“I’m sure that’s how it will always work with you, wine or no wine.”
“There will be no more wine, of that I can assure you. Not while you are prepared to let me feed.” I gaze on her.
“Linton, as long as you continue to make those puppy eyes at me, you know I’ll always let you feed,” Kaitlyn says.
“What are puppy eyes?”
“What you’re doing right now.”
“I am merely gazing on your beauty, my sweet mate.”
She arches her back to press a kiss to my lips. It is the best thing I have ever had in my entire life. Even when I had a life, back here, at my lair.
I had no idea taking a mate would be as good as this. That it would start the healing process in my soul. That it would make clear the fog which has not left me since Warden released me. Or that it would make my spicket spill such copious amounts of seed.
I think I like the seed spilling the best.
“Now the moon is full, what happens?” Kaitlyn asks as I shift her gently onto me, while my claspers remain attached, and I cover her with my wings.
“I am at my strongest. There have been many moons since I went to war, but there has not been a hunter’s moon until tonight.”
Kaitlyn turns slightly to look up at the moon which has a brand-new hue, the subtlest shade of pink.
“The hunter’s moon has the power of regeneration for all Bluecaps, should we need it,” I say.
“And you need it?”
“I don’t think so, but I feel…stronger.” I touch my head, and Kaitlyn puts her hand on mine. “I feel…clearer.”
“But that’s good, isn’t it?” she asks. “If the brothers forced you to do things you didn’t want to do, if they filled your head with some sort of mind control, then this should help you beat it.”
What she says is right. The hunter’s moon, should I let it, will take all the harm done to me and return me to how I was before the wars.
“There was no moon in the Night Lands. No way of regeneration. I even stopped shedding,” I say. “This is my first hunter’s moon since I was freed.”
The way my blood sings in my veins, better than anything other than being sheathed in my Kaitlyn. The moon’s rays caress my wings, filling them, making them bloom. My heart pounds and my mind races.
Until she kisses me on my lips. Then everything is calm once more. My spicket remains deep within her, my claspers still unwilling to release us both.
I care not. I’d stay here until the end of time, with her. Mating is the best.
KAITLYN
Idoze off under Linton’s warm, fuzzy wings. It’s not uncomfortable having him stuck within me, in fact it’s weirdly the complete opposite. I rather like being bound together like this. Linton is a comfortable bed, and his wings are fragrant. Plus he’s happy kissing me or running his fingers in circles over my skin.
