Grinning, she threw her leg over his pelvis, but instead of fucking her, he pulled her against his chest and ran a hand down her back. “Sleep, love.”
21
Fingers played with Amelia’s hair, stirring her from a deep sleep. She came to quickly, hyperaware that both of them were naked from the waist down in a very compromising position, with her body still straddling Rennick’s hips and her chest pressed to his.
“Good morning, love,” his gravelly morning voice rumbled, vibrating his chest.
She waited for embarrassment to come but felt nothing other than giddy excitement. Everything she’d waited for,for years,lay beneath her. “Good morning,” she giggled, then mentally slapped herself.Giggles? What am I, twelve?
His heart beat steady against her ear with every rise of his chest. “What are you thinking about, love?”
If I come on to you, will you turn me down again?
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “I doubt you want to be sore while traveling in a bouncing carriage.”
If he meant to dampen her lust, he’d failed miserably. His hand snaked around the back of her thigh and skimmed over her pussy. “Fuck. We need to go now, or I won’t be able to hold back.”
She finally lifted her head from his chest with a coy smile. “Then don’t.”
He was up from the bed in three seconds flat and placing her on her feet. “Get dressed. The men and carriage will be here soon.” His dick jutted out, long and proud, and she thanked the gods she’d used the fake ones he sent because in no other world would he be able to fit inside of her otherwise.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he told her, pushing down his erection. “I will dress you myself if I have to.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she teased before disappearing into the bathroom to relieve herself and get ready for the long day ahead.
The ride to the Mountain Kingdom wasn’t as long as Amelia initially thought, though Rennick claimed it took longer because of the extra weight of the cart. It wasn’t even lunch time yet when they approached the barrier. Amelia peeked her head through the window of the carriage and gasped. She couldfeelthe magic radiating toward her.
Her eyes darted toward the human and fae guards standing at the gate. “I don’t have a permit.”
Rennick pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to the guard approaching their window. “Yes, you do.”
She stared at the paper as the guard read it, straightened, and handed it back. “Have a safe trip, Your Majesty.” He stepped back and signaled for the other guards to let them through.
Amelia took the permit from Rennick and scanned it over. “When did you get this?” She’d run into him fairly early in the morning, then they had spent the entire day together. When had he found the time?
“Finn and I rode through the night to see the queen.”
Imagine being able to see the queen whenever you wished?
Ignoring the authority this man held, she changed the subjectbefore she chickened out and demanded to go back home. She wasn’t worthy of him, and she knew it. Everyone would know it when they saw her. “Tell me about the fae.”
The carriage drove through a forest with trees unlike any Amelia had ever seen. Pine needles and leaves of all different colors adorned them. With snow capping the colorful foliage, they reminded her of candy dipped in sugar.
“All fae are faster and stronger than humans,” Rennick said, leaning back against the plush cushioned seat, “and they can glamour. That’s the extent of non-royal fae magic.”
She lifted a brow. “And what of royal fae?”
He grinned, deepening the dimples she loved so much. “We have the same magic, but stronger. I can glamour an entire kingdom’s population at once, while other fae can glamour themselves and maybe one or two others. Royals are faster and stronger than non-royals. We have mate bonds.” He tapped the left side of his chest. “And we havefamiliars.”
“Non-royals don’t have mates?”
He shook his head. “Not unless they’re a royal’s fated mate.”
She considered the new information, wishing she’d waited until she had a piece of paper to write it all down. “And what’s afamiliar?” She glanced at the wing tattoo poking out of the top of his shirt.
After he explainedfamiliarsand told her about Greta, she stared out the window, lost in thought.What would it be like to see through the eyes of a wild animal?Glancing down at Eddy in her lap, she smiled.What would I see through your eyes?
The tiny fox nuzzled into her legs as if reading her thoughts.
