26
She loves me, Rennick thought, his heart soaring. “Lift your dress, love.”
Without question, she gathered the fabric in her hands. He grabbed her thighs to hoist her into his arms. Her long legs wound around his middle, pressing their bodies closer together, yet not close enough.
“I think I can feel you,” she whispered with a touch of uncertainty and awe. “There’s a feeling in my chest that matches what I feel, but it’s not mine.”
Interesting. He assumed her fae abilities would manifest when they wed, but possibly being on fae land started the process early.
“Get used to that feeling, love,” he murmured while silently praying to the gods that he lasted more than three minutes when he felt her warmth encompass his cock.
Finn told him the first time would be quick, and he loathed to know he couldn’t stay buried inside her for hours at a time. Something hitting his leg interrupted his thoughts.
Looking down, a snow lynx similar to the stuffed one he’d had as a child stared up at him. He set Amelia down and pushedher behind him. Lynx were small creatures, coming in at about knee height, but they could be vicious.
The lynx made a sound and knocked its body into his leg again.
“Stop,” Amelia chastised, stepping around him.
Rennick stared at her incredulously. “That’s a wild lynx.”
“I think he’s someone’s pet and lost,” she replied. “He’s been following me all morning.”
Could it be…
He grabbed the edge of the bodice of her dress and tried to pull it aside, but she grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you have afamiliarmark.”
She gasped and ran to a mirror, but her shoulders slumped. “There’s nothing there.”
Rennick’s eyes narrowed on the lynx, and he swore the cat glared at him. Maybe the magic drew the cat to her, and she’d get her mark later.
“What’s his name?”
Amelia joined him in the sitting room and jokingly said, “He didn’t tell me.”
“You should name him.”
“And keep him like Eddy?” she asked, bending down to pet the lynx. “What if Eddy doesn’t like him?”
Lynx aren’t domesticated. He had to be herfamiliar. Rennick smiled. “Something tells me they’ll get along fine. Keep him.”
He felt her excitement that mirrored the look on her face, and his grew, too.
She squatted in front of the cat. “Charlie,” she said with finality. The lynx purred. “You don’t have to stay, but if you do, I promise you’ll have a good life.”
“He has to find something to do for a while, though,” Rennick tacked on. He needed to fuck his mate after her declaration of love. Charlie made a rumbling sound. “Unless he wants to see my bare ass.”
The cat chuffed and headed to the door.
“They’ll try to throw him out,” Amelia protested.
She was right. Rennick rang the bell near the door. “I’ll give him an escort.”
“You’re already getting the royal treatment,” Amelia cooed, petting Charlie’s head.
Rennick smiled down at her. “You took to a wild animal quickly.” She must feel the connection.
