One of his hands strokes along my spine and pets the sensitive base of one wing, making me buck harder against him. He gives me what I need, unleashing himself until I cry out as my body hums like a struck tuning fork. The orgasm hits me, but he doesn’t let up. At this point, I’m saturated with his luck. Even my fingers vibrate with it. I keep climbing, another orgasm slamming into me, this one stronger than my first. My entire body clenches around him.
He moans but doesn’t stop his assault. One hand wraps itself in my hair, tugging gently, as the other finds my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples. I gasp and then scream as the most intense pleasure is wrung from my body like the last drops of liquid from a wet towel.
Hot jets fill me as he gives in to his own ecstasy.Fuck. My bones have turned to noodles. I don’t fight it but go perfectly limp over the back of the couch.
Still buried inside me, he grabs my ass cheek. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
“Yes,” I say over my shoulder. “Just so you know, there is no way I can walk after that. I’m now a permanent fixture in your living room.”
He strokes my hair and nuzzles my neck, threading his fingers into mine where I hold myself up on the cushions. “Nothing would make me happier than having you as a permanent fixture in my life.” His lips press against my pulse. “One day I’m going to put a ring on this finger with a diamond the size of the iceberg that sank theTitanic. It’s going to be large enough to see from space. Even visitors from other galaxies will know you’re mine.”
I smile sleepily at him. “A simple band will do.”
He kisses my temple. “Wait here. I’ll get a towel.”
When he lifts off me, a waft of uncomfortably cool air takes his place and I wish we were in his bedroom so that I could snuggle under the comforter. He returns quickly with a wet towel.
“Thank the gods for birth control.” I used to think that pixies and leprechauns couldn’t procreate. It sounds ridiculous now, especially since I learned that Arden was Seven’s, but in fae society, cross-species relationships are rare and it stands to reason that leprechauns who take pixies as lovers would use their luck to make sure a pregnancy doesn’t occur. Pixies open to such a relationship are also usually on birth control. In any case, I’d never seen or heard of a leprechaun/pixie baby until Arden. Godmother has confirmed she’s the first. Until Seven and I take our relationship public, we’re not ready for a second.
He sighs. “I can use luck to stop you from getting pregnant if I remember. The problem is, deep down, I’d love to see you round with our baby. I hope we have five more of them.”
“Five?” I ask, alarmed.
“Unless you’d prefer six?” He winks.
“Let’s start with having a relationship we can tell the world about and then decide.” I place a kiss along his jaw. “Hey, that was sex games, right? You weren’t really angry with me for being late, were you? I did text.”
He barks a laugh. “Sex games. I like that.” He studies me for a beat, toying with the ends of my hair. “No, I wasn’t upset with you, but I was anxious to see you.”
“Obviously.” I bob my eyebrows.
His eyes drift from mine, and he snags his shirt from the floor, wrapping it around my shoulders. I slide my arms in, and he starts buttoning it up. He’s still naked, and my heart warms to know he’s putting my comfort first.
“There is something I need to tell you.”
I can tell by his voice it’s serious. “What’s going on?”
He takes me by the hand and leads me into the bedroom where he pulls on sweats and a T-shirt. “After you left, I went to see Godmother. She told me about your agreement and that you refused to bargain with her.”
I scoff. “Oh, I bargained, just not magically. She promised not to ruin my reputation, and I promised to keep River in the safe house and solve Adam’s murder.”
“The thing about Godmother is she always has a plan B. She told me something, something I think you and I both suspected.”
A heaviness gathers in my torso, and I brace myself.
“When you first arrived here, I suspected I was Arden’s father, but Godmother told me not to tell you.”
“I know. We’ve talked about this before.”
His lips thin. “Until today, I didn’t know for sure that Icouldn’thave told you even if I’d chosen to.” My blood turns to ice. “When I bargained for you, Sophia, I was desperate. I didn’t specify the terms specifically enough. I am bound to Godmother for life, and if she orders me to do something, I can’t deny her. She hasn’t used that power before, not until it came to Arden, and the scary part is, until she told me, I wasn’t even aware that I didn’t have a choice. I thought I simply desired to follow her wishes.”
“But you did tell me eventually.”
“She released me after we solved the murders even though she discouraged it.”
I narrow my eyes. “Because she knew I’d find out anyway.”
He nods.
