“Remember your promise. You can’t come inside me. Not until I’m pregnant with Sterling’s baby.”
My smile fell while his grew. “The deal was that I can't come inside you in any way that will get you pregnant. You have other holes that are fair game, Princess.”
I swallowed hard, my scent growing all the stronger. Everything about my body called to this male. My primal urges didn't give a shit which one of them knocked me up.
And it was taking every ounce of Vin’s willpower to not spread me open and fill my womb with every drop of virile fae cum he had to give.
It seemed Vincent was making a real effort to control his monster. Maybe I could trust him to keep his word after all. It would be easy for him to fool the crowd that would gather for our wedding by simply taking me in the ass. All we needed was the right angle and the right lighting.
Then I'd be considered his true mate by his people, and when the time came, and we had a child, they would be more likely to accept them as their leader.
Swept away in the heat of the moment, I pushed my tits together in an invitation for him to come. Instead, he fell on top of me, the mattress groaning beneath his weight as he clamped his knees to either side of my shoulders.
“Vin!” On one breath, I was scolding him, and on the next, I was gasping as he spit on my chest. Then he clamped his huge hands over my own but still held my breasts and nudged his hips, sliding his cock through my cleavage.
Using the slick of his saliva, he fucked my tits and chased his release at a pace that felt like it had the entire tree shaking.
His fae cock was so huge it was hard to get the globes of my breasts around his girth. I squeezed them together. He groaned and jerked, his cock pulsating. The cords in his neck pulled tight.
On the next thrust, thick, milky ropes of cum spurt from his tip, covering my chest, my throat, and my chin.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He reached out with a finger and smeared his seed over my lips. “Taste me.”
A dark thrill shot down my spine as I followed his order.
I almost wish I hadn't.
The male tasted divine, heightening my need for him.
Without a word more, he stuffed himself back in his pants, then gathered me into his arms and tossed me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, clawing at his feathering back. “Let me go!”
He smacked my ass, which only made me thrash harder. “Settle down. It’s time to prepare you.”
I paused my struggle. “Prepare me for what?”
He laughed as he carried us out the door of the treehouse, the jungle air a slap in the face. “For our wedding, of course. Usually, the village women would help the bride-to-be, but you’re in heat, and I don’t trust anyone enough to leave your side.”
I was almost happy to have my face smashed between his shoulder blades. “So I get to be around you all day? Goodie.”
Other than the fact that he smelled heavenly—damn hormones—he couldn’t see the look on my face that would give me away in a beat. Secretly, I was happy to be with him.
I’d missed my fae mate. Deeply.
And I was excited to become his wife.
I wasn't sure where Vincent was taking me to prepare me for our ceremony, but I was surprised when his arms pulled me closer, and his wings snapped out around my head, launching us into the air.
Wherever we were going, it was outside of the Life Tree.
I watched in awe as the treetops blurred past.
The last time I had this view, it hadn't been daylight. I'd been too scared and too angry to appreciate the view. Now that I knew I was going home, I laughed and told myself to enjoy the sights.
“Where are we going?” I asked after a while.
“Not far.”
