“I wish you could see yourself,” he rasped. She gagged when he hit the back of her throat. “Swallow, love.” She gagged again, but tried to swallow him with every thrust. “Fuck, Amelia.” He jerked back, freeing his cock from her lips, and held her in place while he came on her face, coating her with his salty release.
Stunned, she stared at him with cum dripping down her face. He silently stood, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. His hands moved gently over her face, rubbing in his cum like lotion.
She didn’t know whether to be turned on or disgusted, but her thoughts were interrupted by his silky voice. “My turn.” He kneeled beside the edge of the bed and rested his elbows between her legs. “Knees up.”
When his mouth covered her sensitive skin, she sighed with relief and rolled her hips against his face. She hadn’t realized how wound up she was until then, and his assault on her clit made her nerves go wild. His hot tongue ran through her folds and traced every inch of her as he lapped up her arousal like a starved man.
With his hair gripped tightly in her hands, she guided his head where she wanted him, preening when he hummed his approval.
“Rennick,” she breathed when he pushed a large finger into her and pumped it a few times before adding another digit. He continued his torture until she thrashed around. He replaced his fingers with his face as she came. His stubble scratched against her pussy, sending more shocks through her.
The last of her climax subsided, and he gave her one last lick before pulling up to his knees to stare her in the eyes as he rubbed the proof of her orgasm into his skin.
“Don’t try to wash me off your face,” he drawled, crawling over her. “I won’t allow it.”
Rennick stood in the snow under the stars and the moon, staring at Amelia, who wore one of the unseemly dresses he’d given her all those years ago—an ugly brown thing with flowers in pink, purple, and red, and yellow vines. He was a fool. Green boots peeked out from under the hem, and her golden trout necklace hung around her neck. Two twists held her blonde hair away from her face, exposing her rounded ears, and her cheeks and nose were red from the cold.
Much to his dismay, she’d insisted on taking her coat off for the ceremony to “show off” her outfit. She would pay for that later.
When she caught his gaze, he made a show of licking his lips, and she shook her head. Before they left their rooms earlier, she’d locked herself in the bathroom and washed his cum from her face. He’d ignored her pleas for him to do the same, and while he’d already licked every drop of her from his lips, he enjoyed taunting her.
Clover, Fawn, Amos, Echo, and Birdie stood on Amelia’s side, and his father, Finn, his maternal grandmother, and Reyna stood on Rennick’s. Greta perched on a nearby tree, and Eddy sat at Amelia’s feet wearing one of his coats. Charlie’s absence did not go unnoticed, and Rennick feared he’d been wrong about the lynx being herfamiliar.
The royal officiant tipped his head to Rennick and Amelia. “Amelia Stratton, are you here by your own free will?”
Her nerves fluttered in Rennick’s chest, yet she straightened her shoulders and nodded. “I am.”
The officiant pulled out a small bottle and dabbed holy oil on his finger. Amelia bared her neck, and the man drew a line over the dip between her neck and shoulder. He ran through the same process with Rennick, and when they stood facing each other with oil-marked necks, Amelia’s anxiety rose.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she croaked quietly. “What if I faint?”
“You’ve only passed out once.” He grinned. “If you do it again, I’ll have your brother hold you up and Clover hold your mouth open, and we’ll do it for you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re not funny.”
His lips twitched, causing her eyes to narrow more. “I wasn’t joking, love.”
The officiant cleared his throat. “Are you two ready?”
Amelia trembled at the sight of the tiny dagger in the officiant’s hand.
“We’re ready,” Rennick announced. “Do you want to go first, love?”
She gulped. “I think you should go first.” Squeezing her eyes tight, she leaned her head to the side to expose the oily side of her neck.
The officiant handed Rennick the dagger, and he held the tiny blade to the oil and sliced a line deep enough to draw blood, but shallow enough to not inflict any real damage.
Leaning forward, he licked the oil and blood from her skin and swallowed. He teasingly licked her again and kissed the spot behind her ear, laughing lightly when she shivered.
She opened her eyes and held out her shaky hand. “What if I kill you?”
To anyone else, it sounded like a joke, but Rennick felt her worry. “You won’t.”
They could have pricked their fingers instead, but he wanted to do it the old way. Some believed doing the holy blood exchange was strongest when done on the neck.
He presented his neck to her, placing his life in her hands, and when he felt the cold steel flick across his skin, he suppressed a laugh.Did she even break the skin?
She tapped him on the chest and motioned for him to bend down. “I can’t reach you.”
