Interesting. “Appears our gods knew what they were doing.”
She licked her lips again, and I was a little surprised to see her energy renewed… from the taking of my essence it seemed. I wondered if that was part of a normal mate bond, or if it was unique to us, with our unique power combination.
Rolling over, I pinned her down under me, and she was already wiggling against my cock, which remained rock hard and ready. “Home,” I rumbled.
“Home,” she shot back as I thrust once, pushing past the tight muscles at the entrance of her pussy, until she relaxed, allowing me to slide fully inside.
“Ready, Storm?”
“More than fucking ready, Winter.”
Whenever she said my nickname, it was like a shot to my heart. And my cock. She was the only one to ever call me that, and I was already addicted to hearing it.
Losing control, I started to thrust into her, the buildup slow and steady after our previous release. Of course, my mate was a goddess—literally—and all too soon that tingling was back in my cock. Leaning down, I kissed her hard, our essence mingling together, and as she cried out my name, her pussy tightened around me, milking me as hard as her mouth had.
“Fuck,” I groaned, before she spasmed intensely, and I came strong enough that I forgot my fucking self. Forcing myself not to collapse on her, my limbs were jelly as I rolled to my back, taking her with me.
“I want this forever,” she said softly once she’d caught her breath.
Since we were still joined, I thrust again, dragging another moan from her. “Forever is only the beginning.”
Next time I was around the Fates, I was sending those assholes some flowers.
I could finally forgive them for the past, and for the first time the future was brighter than all the jewels in Faerie.
54
SAMANTHA
Len loved me into a coma. I lost track of the number of orgasms I had long before we were even out of the shower stall, and then through the rest of the hours our child slept, we fucked so many times that it had to break some sort of record.
When pure exhaustion dragged us under, I went to sleep thinking about the fact that I’d never been happier or more content, and… how in the heck did Len’s cum taste like a candy bar? Not only that, but it had given me a boost of energy, that had me ready to run a marathon. A sex marathon apparently. Sexathon.
Tabitha woke me the next morning. Opening my eyes to her coos was one of the nicest alarms I’d ever had. She sat on Len’s chest while he chatted quietly with her.
“Good morning, little one,” he murmured, bouncing her as she waved her hands. Her face was bright, eyes shining purple in the low light of the bedroom, curls springing up everywhere. The picture of health and beauty and power; our baby was going to be one powerful fae when she grew into herself.
“Daddy,” she chanted back, repeating it over and over. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”
Len’s smile was the sweetest damn thing I’d ever seen. Since they were both so wrapped up in each other, I remained quiet and just watched, breathing in this flawless moment. A moment that was almost stolen from me through my own damn choices.
Mera and Shadow had arrived at Clarity right when I’d needed them to, circumventing the fate I’d been trying to create. Their actions sent me down a new path, and now I had the sort of happiness I didn’t know existed.
My power thrummed, and when my skin started to glow, golden and mellow, I alerted Len and Tabitha to my state of being awake.
No need for a nightlight when I was around.
Len rolled toward me, depositing Tabby between us, so we were both touching her. As she lay on my chest, giving me a hug, he leaned across and kissed me thoroughly, the faint hint of sugar caressing my tongue.
“Morning, love,” he said when we pulled apart. “Waking up to this little one calling out for her mommy was the second-best part of my morning.” He leaned in closer and whispered, “The first was waking next to you.”
I love you,I mouthed to him, before turning to focus on Tabitha. “You called for Mommy,” I said, my teary vision blurring as I reached out and hugged her tiny body.
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” she said, as if I’d reminded her.
She babbled and hugged me, and I held her until she wiggled for me to let go. “I can’t believe it,” I admitted hoarsely. “That this is the day and life I’m waking up to. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m thankful. So fu—freaking thankful.”
Curbing the cursing was never going to happen, and I wondered if Tabitha, Aurora, or Damon would be the first to drop the f-bomb.
