The venom in her words made Amelia’s eyes widen.
Amos cracked his neck and swept his arm wide. “Then do as you please,Your Highness.”
Your Highness?
Clover turned back to Amelia and Rennick. “I’ll write soon.” They hugged quickly, and she stormed off.
Rennick kept quiet, studying Amos with a knowing look. “Go.”
Amos’ mouth tightened, and he nodded his thanks. “I’m sorry, Amelia, but I can’t stay. I promise to return when I can.”
It hit her then, and her eyes almost popped out of her head. “She’s your mate.”
“I have to go before she gets too far,” he said, ignoring her revelation. “I love you.”
She stared at her brother’s retreating back. “Clover and I have the same birthday?”
Rennick threw his head back in laughter. “That’s what you got from that?” He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s thank the rest of our guests and retire for the night.”
Rennick took off his coat and hung it on a hook by their sitting room door. He scanned Amelia from head to toe. “You’re cold.”
“I’m fine,” she replied through chattering teeth. “I want to see my mark.”
“I remember the excitement when I got mine.” He trailed after her into the dressing room and unbuttoned the back of her torn dress. “When I saw the owl on my chest, I’d never been more disappointed.” He pushed the fabric off her shoulders. “But then I met Greta, and she was exactly what I needed to see you. The gods always know best. Remember that.”
Amelia stepped out of her dress and kicked it aside. “Charlie is perfect.”
The lynx seemed temperamental at best, but Rennick didn’t argue. “Are you ready to see?”
Amelia spun around and moved her hair to the side. Her eyes ate up the image imprinted on her skin, and she twisted to look at Rennick with an excited gleam in her eye. “Do you like it?”
His hands ran down her sides, caressing her curves. “I love it.” One hand curved over her ass and squeezed. “Do you know what else I love?” He pushed under the edge of her underwear and ran a finger over the plug in her backside. “The fact that after tonight, every part of you will be mine.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and met his gaze in the mirror. “What are you waiting for?”
Nothing. He ripped the underwear from her body and kneeled behind her. “Bend over, love.” She braced her hands on the mirror and bent forward. His hand slid over her back and pushed lightly. “More.”
For a moment she didn’t move, but then she walked her hands down the mirror, giving him the perfect access. He leaned forward and licked her already wet slit, and she jumped slightly.
Soft skin gave under his hands when he grabbed her hips and pressed her body against his face as he feasted on her until her legs shook. She begged him for more and he obliged, probing her entrance with his tongue as he used his thumb to work her clit until her knees buckled. Her body jerked with her orgasm,and he held her firm against his face until he’d extracted every last drop from her.
“Gods, Rennick,” she moaned with a shaky breath.
He gave her one last lick and stood. “I’ll be right back.”
After retrieving the bottle of intimate oil and a towel, he took his place behind her on the floor. She sat on her heels, staring at herfamiliarmark in the mirror. “It really is pretty.”
“Everything about you is pretty.” He unscrewed the jar’s lid. “On your hands and knees, love.”
Her eyes flashed with eagerness as she got into position.
“Are you ready?” She nodded and closed her eyes. Moving the plug side to side, Rennick gently slid it out and placed it on the towel. He lightly oiled his cock, lifted to his knees, and fisted his shaft. “Amelia.” She opened her eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Are you sure this is okay?”
Her sweet smile knocked the wind out of him. “More than sure.”
The head of his cock nudged her back entrance. “Watch us in the mirror, little mate.”
Ever so slowly, he pushed into her. There was resistance, but he reminded her to bear down, and once his head pushed through her tight ring of muscles, her body let him in fully. Her mouth fell open, and his head fell back.
