When she was clean, wearing a purple onesie with crowns across it—I see what you did there, Queen Glendriel—Len placed her in the center of the bed. He reached around her and molded a barrier in the material to ensure she wouldn’t roll off.
“Clever,” I said with a smile. “She looks so cozy.”
Her blinks were already slowing as she clutched the soft wolf. Leaning over next to my mate, we both pressed kisses to her cheeks and told her we loved her.
As we pulled away, watching her fall into slumber, Len started to hum. Soft words followed soon after. “Little fae, dream of night in the silver streams.
The world is yours to claim.
The light burns in your lifeforce,
warrior of our hearts.
Burn brightly, and honor the lands, for you will
Be honored.”
There were more verses of the journey young fae take to be warriors, poets, and energy wielders. Len’s deep rumbling tone had her drifting off in seconds, and as tears burned in my eyes, I knew that this would be one of my favorite moments for eternity.
No matter what happened, I’d treat each magical moment like it might be my last.
Soaking it all in.
Forever.
52
SAMANTHA
Even when Tabitha was clearly sound asleep, her gorgeous face relaxed and her breathing even, we remained in her room. Staring. Like the stalkers we were.
“We did good,” Len said softly, drawing me into his side.
“She’s everything I could have dreamed of,” I murmured against his skin. “You both are. It was worth the centuries of isolation to know you were waiting for me at the end. I’d do it all over again just for this moment.”
Rumbles filled his chest. “No more talk of being alone.” His voice was deep. Hypnotic. It had the animalistic part of my soul rising—she liked when he went alpha.
All of me liked it. A lot.
More rumbles. I barely managed to swallow my moans as he moved lightning-fast and hauled me up into his arms. When we left Tabitha’s nook, the door closed silently behind us without the fae even touching it. I wasn’t worried about the closed door—I could hear her breathing even as we moved away.
Instead of taking me to the bed as expected, Len walked into the bathroom, two small sconces on either side of the mirror flaring to life. “Tabitha has hearing as strong as ours,” he said, keeping his voice low. “So, you’re going to have to be quiet. Can you do that for me, mate?”
No. No fucking way. Not a chance.
Just the way he said mate had me wanting to groan out loud, my clit already throbbing, nipples pebbling hard against my shirt so each time he moved the material sent sparks of pleasure into my gut.
“Samantha,” he rumbled since I hadn’t answered him. He placed my ass on the edge of the sink, his hand sliding down my front, across the sensitive peak of my nipples, before slipping inside the band of my pants. He brushed over my clit, sending sparks through my heated body, before curving his fingers into my pussy. “You will stay quiet, baby girl. For me.”
“Fuck, yes. Okay,” I sobbed, ready to agree to anything if he just eased the need inside me.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and then he used the wetness seeping from my pussy to lubricate his fingers as he pumped them twice inside of me. “Come.”
The force of my orgasms had me jerking in his arms, my body exploding as I barely managed to cut the scream off. All that emerged was an almost audible gush of air.
Len’s palm pressed against my clit as his fingers fucked me hard, and I scraped at the smooth marble on either side of me. A second orgasm followed before the first was even finished, and I never knew silent screaming could push the pleasure higher and higher, until I was genuinely worried I was about to pass out. Or explode the house with my newfound power.
When I was completely done, he slowly removed the hand from my body, swiping his tongue across the moisture coating his fingers and palm. “Fucking hell,” he groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me, and I’ll go a happy fae.”
