“Of course it did,” he mutters, glaring at the shelves.
“I love it,” I say. “You have so many romance books! It’s like Skye heaven.”
“This is simply the English language section.” He gestures farther down the aisle. “I actually have every single romance book printed on Earth.”
And my translation crystal means I can read every single one of them! “Did you do it for me?”
“This is research. Or at least it was at first.” His face softens. “I wanted to understand you. Understand this thing you love. I wanted to be better at it.”
“Oh!” My heart leaps, the new mate bond thrumming between us. He created an entire collection of romance books just to understand me? That’s so sweet! Every time I think he can’t get more romantic, he proves me wrong.
I smile at him, letting it turn sultry, and pluck at his shirt. “Now it’s time for what I want, andIwant you naked and on the chaise lounge.”
“As you wish,” he says, making my thighs clench and proving he not only read my favorite book, he also got the memo on how to use that phrase. Magic flares from him as he yanks his clothes from his body, setting his cocks free, already swollen and red and leaking creamy fluid.
He settles on the couch, wings spread, tail coiling outward to slide over my calves.
I step between his thighs, using my body to spread them wide, then drop to my knees.
“Little witch,” he growls, “what do you think you’re doing?”
“Having my treat.” Grinning up at him, I run my tongue up his main cock, flicking it over his sensitive head.
He groans and fists a hand in my hair, his tail sliding up my inner thigh.
His aphrodisiac seed coats my tongue with cinnamon and sets my body alight. I should have known he’d taste like my favorite flavor. Or is it because he eats so many red-hot candy hearts? Whichever, I love it, lapping at him eagerly. Then I do what I’ve dreamed of ever since I found him here asleep, my favorite book spread open across his stomach.
I moan and wrap my mouth around his main cock, fisting the other with my hand.
His tail slides into me, filling me in powerful thrusts that make my hips rock as delight tightens in my lower belly.
“My baby girl, on your knees for me, sucking my cocks so well.” Luke’s hand tightens in my hair, the sting adding to the sensations building within me. “You look so good like this, my little candy witch. Your mouth so sweet and hot.”
I suck his cocks while his tail fudges me and deliciously filthy praise falls from his lips. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, the fulfillment of all my spicy romance reader dreams.
My Luke, my love.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Skye
A few months later, I step out of the library at the end of my workday to find downtown spread before me in a riot of color. Spring has come to Ferndale Falls at last, with the rain showers of April having changed into a bright and cloud-free May. Sunshine gleams off the fresh paint of all the adorable little shops and cafés.
Severin’s revamp of the town green makes for a glorious display of flowers splashing pinks, yellows, and purples across the grassy area. The blooming dogwoods top it off with a brilliant burst of white.
I cross the street right as Luke lands, the wind of his wings stirring the azalea bushes and making the flowers dance. He moved me into the castle the day after our engagement, unwilling to spend a single night apart. I now officially have the best fudging commute ever, flown backand forth in his strong arms.
That’s not the only change. With Hannah’s approval, I’m now part-time at the town library, with Bumbleboots continuing to fill in on the days I’m not there. The little brownie is officially dating Pepperpot, and he floats around the stacks humming with happiness and smelling of baked goods.
The rest of the time, I work with Luke, sorting and cataloging his library. It’s a daunting task, and we’ve barely scratched the surface, but it’s one filled with the joy of discovery. Now that we’re no longer searching for how to break my spell, we pause to read anything we find interesting. We end each day curled up together on the chaise lounge in the reading room, each with a stack of books. I’m learning so much about the history of human witches, all of it lost for centuries. Luke’s brilliant mind, on the other hand, finds a dozen new research topics every day, his thirst for knowledge boundless. Brainy guys have always been such a fudging turn on for me, and this lucky girl gets to marry the brainiest of them all!
“My little witch,” he growls, stalking forward to wrap an arm around me and pull me to him. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” I grin up at him. “I got everything ready for story time tomorrow.” With Luke’s financial help, I’ve been able to move ahead with my charity far faster than before, ordering all kinds of new children’s books to entice kids to read.
We’ve also started hosting story time for fae younglings at the castle, inviting all the different groups of fae in Ferndale Falls to come, along with the baby dragons Naomibrings to visit from Faerie. We now have a solid core of little gnomes and wood nymphs and even pixies. It turns out pixie babies are teensy weensy and too adorable for words. Only as big as my pinkies, they’re nothing but over-sized eyes and wings at that age. Luke comes alive as he reads to all the children, and their adoration heals his soul a little more each time. This next fae story time will be extra special, because Luke invited his sister to visit, and she said yes.
“Shall we go home?” he asks.
