I get the distinct impression that love doesn’t come easily to fey. That it happens rarely. I never meant to make Mabon fall for me, and quite frankly, I’m astonished that I have. I have no idea how this has happened. Zero clue.
I’ve destroyed his life, and I have been rewarded with his heart. It seems unfair.
I should quash this and unravel the threads that have entwined us together. But I’m not strong enough for that. And maybe I don’t need to be. I could well be being nothing more than an egotistical dickhead in thinking that Mabon is falling in love with me.
He cares for me, for sure. He is fond of me, definitely. And it could be nothing more than that. We can enjoy each other and have a passionate fling as we make our way back to London. Then we will go our separate ways, with no harm done. Leaving nothing but happy memories.
My soul aches at the parting ways part of my plan, but my heart sings at the passionate fling part. That bit sounds lovely. Wonderful. Every bit as amazing as Mabon is.
His gorgeous lips lift up into an adorable pout. “All this kissing has made me hard.”
A laugh bursts out of me. Dizzying and bright. Mabon is wonderful. An utter delight. I wouldn’t change a thing about him. He very clearly is on board with having a passionate fling. All I have to do is allow it to happen.
My concerns and fears can wait. My soul can shut up because I’m going to follow my heart. Right now, I’m going to relish every moment of this. Whatever it is.
And suddenly, just like that, everything is so very simple.
My hand finds its way to his cock. My fingers wrap around it, and Mabon gives an alluring little gasp and wriggle.
“Let me fix that for you, Your Highness,” I grin.
“Yes, you may,” he agrees regally.
Oh yeah? Challenge accepted. I’m going to have him whimpering and surrendering and crying my name. He won’t have a haughty bone left in his body by the time I’m done.
I can’t wait.
Chapter thirty-four
“Let’s go through it one more time,” I say.
Mabon rolls his eyes. “Go to the camping shop across the road from the chocolate shop. Buy one lightweight tent, two sleeping bags and two rucksacks. And a baseball cap and sunglasses for you.”
I stare at him. He looks so very vulnerable in his human form. His hood is up and his blue eyes are impossibly guileless. An innocent young man.
I swallow. “Maybe you should just get me the sunglasses and hat, and then I can do the rest.”
Mabon slowly crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s going to be a terrible disguise. You are too much of a beefcake.”
Butterflies invade my stomach at his praise. But there isn’t any time for that. He is right, a hat and glasses are going to do nothing to hide my height and build, and while it is better than nothing, it would be stupid for me to go out unnecessarily.
“Are you sure you can manage?” I say weakly.
Something flashes deep in his blue eyes. “I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”
Oof. Okay. I deserved that. I know he is clever, I do. But he is so strangely innocent about some things. Combined with his childlike wonder, and I underestimate him far too much.
“I’m fey. I comprehend things that would explode your tiny human brain,” he says haughtily.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. He is so obvious to me now, I don’t know how I ever missed it. He said something honest and expressed his hurt, so now he has to cover it up by saying something obnoxious.
“I know,” I agree easily.
His eyes narrow in suspicion.
“I’m worried because you are new to the human world, and you don’t have a translator.”
A soft look flows over his beautiful face. A ghost of an answering smile. His eyes light up. He is like a flower and my concern for him is like sunlight.
