“I’m going to let you adjust,” he said roughly. “Breathe.” Once he saw her breathing slowly and her eyes returned to his, he pulled back and pushed in again, hissing at the tightness.
“Rennick,” she whispered and dropped her head.
His eyes moved to where their bodies joined. “Fuck, baby, you’re taking my cock like a godsdamned dream.” His pace quickened, and Amelia braced a hand on the mirror.
She cried out and pushed against him when he strummed her clit, the movement pushing him deeper. Their sounds of pleasure filled the room alongside the slapping of their skin and, when she finally came, he wasn’t far behind. His stamina grew eachtime they were intimate, but holding out for her was still difficult.
His cock pumped out his release, marking her completely. He hissed as he pulled out, and once he’d cleaned them both, they climbed into bed, kissing each other goodnight.
As Rennick stared at his wife’s sleeping form, he thought back to every letter, every trip to the Human Kingdom, and every sleepless night he’d laid awake and wondered about her.
It felt surreal to finally have her here with him, and now that he’d had her, no one in this life or the next could take her from him.
36
Days later, Rennick and Amelia greeted their guests as they filed into the dining hall for the coronation celebration. The large room had been transformed into a ballroom with tables sprinkled around the dance floor. It was impressive, to say the least.
A few council members from the Desert Kingdom gave her curious stares, and she knew they took note of the similarities between her and their kingdom’s royal family. She wondered if any of them had been friends with her mother. Do any of them know who I am?Her decision to wear a high-neck dress that hid herfamiliarmark proved to be a wise decision, because if they didn’t already know who she was, a mate possessing afamiliarmark would have given her away.
The Tropical King and Queen arrived next, introducing themselves and offering their congratulations before disappearing inside.
A tall, statuesque woman with ebony skin and black hair pulled into a tight knot approached them.It couldn’t be… could it?Though she’d never met the woman, Amelia would recognize her face anywhere. The Human Queen wore a small tiara and awhite dress adorned with crystals. Rennick bowed. “Thank you for coming. Let me introduce you to my wife.”
The woman stared intently at Amelia with an affectionate smile on her face. “I have waited twenty-five years to meet you, dear.” She held out of her hand. “I’m Charlotte, and this is my husband, Hollis.” Her elegant hand gestured to a handsome man with pale freckled skin and fiery red hair that Amelia recognized as well. She’d learned about the royals of the Human Kingdom in school, but she never thought she’d get to meet them.
Knowing what Queen Charlotte did for her made the meeting even more surreal.
The Human King stepped forward and took Amelia’s hand in his own, kissing her fingers. “It’s a pleasure, Amelia.”
Amelia couldn’t stop staring at the woman in front of her. Her throat tightened with emotion. “Thank you.” She didn’t have to explain. It was clear by the knowing look on the Charlotte’s face that she understood.
Charlotte’s eyes shined, and Amelia sensed the woman held back emotions of her own. Charlotte reached out and grasped Amelia’s hand, squeezing it lightly. “I would love to sit and chat when you have time.”
Amelia nodded dumbly. “I’d like that, too. Lunch tomorrow?”
“That sounds perfect, dear.” After trading quick pleasantries with Rennick, the human royals left to find their seats.
Rennick leaned down. “Are you all right, love?”
Before she could answer, a man standing about six-foot-two or six-foot-three with a muscular, lean build sauntered toward them with a lazy smile. His hair was a mix between brown and blond, his jawline strong, and his light grey eyes danced with mischief.
He wore trousers with a button-down shirt and militant style jacket similar to Rennick’s, but where Rennick’s was white, this man’s was a bright blue that made his eyes pop. He exuded rawsex appeal and arrogance, and Amelia surmised he was the Garden King.
“Rennick,” he drawled, sticking out his hand, “it’s nice to finally meet you in person. I apologize for not coming sooner.”
“Think nothing of it,” Rennick replied, shaking the man’s hand before motioning to Amelia. “This is my wife, Amelia.”
Something flickered across the Garden King’s face, momentarily breaking the cavalier mask he donned well. He flashed her a charming smile and brought her hand to his mouth. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He kissed her hand in a way that would have flustered her had she not met Rennick. “I’m Dean.”
Rennick yanked Amelia to his side. “Careful how you look at my wife.”
Dean chuckled, the sound smooth and velvety. “Easy, Mountain King. I only meant to greet her properly.” He winked and walked away before Rennick could rip his innards out.
It didn’t escape her notice that Dean didn’t wait for her to return his greeting, probably out of self-preservation. Dean was lucky Charlie wasn’t here. He would have bitten his leg before Amelia could stop him.
Once all the guests were greeted, she and Rennick joined the others on the podium. Callum announced Rennick’s reign and marriage, and after a heartfelt toast, dinner was served.
The podium housed the other royal families and their council members, the Mountain Kingdom’s council members, and Rennick and Amelia’s closest friends.
