Both Vale and I had pasts—people we’d slept with and claimed to love before we met one another. I wasn’t envious of those ladies, though I didn’t like to think of someone else standing out here with my mate. Kissing him. Doing more.
“Sian realized this balcony had an excellent view but was hidden from windows and other balconies around the castle. He values privacy, so he put an illusion in place long ago and has maintained it. Once the door closes, no one will see it unless it’s opened again. Sian uses the balcony for his own liaisons, but when I’d visit for state affairs, usually a lavish ball, he and I would come out here andhidefrom ladies.” Vale came closer. “You’re the first I’ve brought out here with the intent of taking you from behind and making you gasp my name.”
Oh gods. My knees quivered with want.
“By all means, then, who am I to make you wait?”
His hands landed on my hips, and he guided me back, back, back, until my rear hit the stone railing. Slowly, those large hands traveled over my body, lingering on my curves, caressing them, until finally one landed on my throat. Vale tilted my chin back and took my lips in his.
Our tongues danced, our teeth nipped, our hands explored, sending goosebumps over our skin and heat ravaging through me. Heat I wanted doused by him. I pulled back, pushed him away slightly, and smirked as I turned and looked at him from over my shoulder.
“Is this how you were picturing tonight?”
He closed the space between us, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed into me. Fates, he was already so hard, and though I loved the tension of foreplay, I was equally ready for him.
As if he could read my mind, my mate pulled the hem of my dress up and dropped it over the top of my arse, which he playfully smacked. The cold of the stone balcony dug into my hips, but I barely noticed that or the chilled air.
“I swear if you make me wait, I’ll freeze you to the ground and leave you out here,” I threatened.
Vale laughed, the sound wild and free. “Might be worth it to see you get more riled up.”
I glanced back at him, wagged my eyebrows, which only made him laugh harder as he tugged my undergarments off. “Red. You know what I think of every time you wear red?” he asked as the delicate lace pooled at my ankles.
A grin overtook my mouth. “The time I left you hot and bothered in a closet with a Master Healer scolding you for seducing your wife.”
“Right before she pointed out the slip of red undergarments on the ground,” he added, his hands landing on my rear and squeezing, only to wrap around until his fingers found my sensitive nub.
I gasped as he applied pressure, rubbing at my tender skin while easing my legs wider and sliding inside me. My eyelids fluttered closed as Vale filled me, our fit as perfect as ever.
“Isolde,” Vale growled. “Look up.”
I did as he asked, and the magic of the moment multiplied. Purples and greens swam across the sky. The goddess Brae was painting tonight. Putting on a show.
I twisted to catch Vale’s gaze and swore I felt a wave of pure happiness wash over me.
“Not the prettiest thing I’ve seen tonight,” he said. “Not by half.” One free hand caressed my hip, and the other trailed lightly over my wing.
Stars bloomed in my vision from the touch, the caress of my wing as he continued to pump in and out, teasing that delicious tension growing inside me higher. My wings tingled from his touch, so sensitive, so receptive to him.
He changed up the tempo, and I gasped as he shifted his lower hand to apply pressure to my sensitive bundle of nerves. My climax roared out of me, and a cry of pleasure parted my lips, only to be swallowed by a gale of wind. Magical wind. Vale’s.
He followed me into bliss only seconds later, my inner channels still spasming around his cock. When we were both spent, Vale drew me up against him, my back to his chest, as he kissed my jawline.
“I love you, Force. Never forget that.”
I exhaled joy and stared up at the sky, still a riot of color, of life and beauty. “That’s not possible.”
Interlude
PRINCESS THYRA FALK, HOUSE OF THE WHITE HAWK
Her heart hammered as the princess and the scoundrel slipped outside to stroll the castle grounds. She stole a glance at the male, the one the stars had chosen as her equal.
“Like what you see?” He winked.
She scoffed. Why did he have to tease her so when she had a potential political marriage to tie herself to?
Perhaps because I’m acting like a moon-eyed youngling?
