I cleared my throat, and he looked at me. Whatever he saw in my expression had him leaning closer and abandoning the shared plate of food in front of us.
He touched my cheek. “What’s wrong, Star?”
I closed my eyes at the endearment. “Wyn.” His name was a moan on my lips, the breath in my lungs, and the utter beat of my soul.
“Talk to me.” He held my face between his palms.
I gathered my courage. “Would you maybe consider, just consider, perhaps moving in with me?”
He stared at me for several long moments.
“You do not have to decide now,” I said, my soul cracking and fracturing into a thousand pieces at his utter silence. “I might be moving too fast for you. Perhaps in the future, if you’re amiable. It does not—”
His lips were on mine, silencing me. I groaned, my fingers finding his waist and pulling him on top of me. Neither of us had put on clothes after fucking, so his bare scales pressed against mine and his warmth seeped into me.
I yanked him as close as possible, one hand behind his neck to keep him against me, the other splayed on his lower back. Wyn fisted my hair and grabbed my tail with his. His wings sprawled, and I groaned. I felt so safe when he did that. He was my Wyn, my perfect Peace.
Wyn pulled back. I chased him, but he stayed out of reach. Panting, I met his clear blue eyes.
“I will consider it, Star. Give me time. This is new, but I want you. Badly. And I like being here with you.” He held my cheeks again and bonked his forehead to mine. “You don’t have to be so nervous. Did you think I would say no?”
I released a breathy chuckle. “I’m terrified you will leave.” Wyn shook his head, dragging his scent gland over mine. I moaned as our scents mingled. I whispered, “Peace.”
“I won’t leave,” he muttered. “I don’t want to go anywhere that you’re not.”
“So stay then.”
He chuckled. “I do plan on sleeping here tonight, after we have fun.”
“That’s rather nice.”
Wyn laughed again, his arms slotting over my shoulders. “You make me happy.”
“As do you.” I pressed a light kiss to his lips. “I am so happy.”
We stayed like that, and I couldn’t want anything more.
Chapter 42
A bloody ritual.
I raced across the barren grass toward Monqilcolnen who was doing the same. We’d spent most of this session and the last apart, as our clans had gone back to warring, tearing us apart. But we, and our characters, didn’t want to be apart. His arms wrapped around me, crushing me to him, and I gripped the back of his neck. While logically I could understand that only a short time had passed in reality, in game play it had been nearly a month.
“Wyn,” he breathed.
“They’re coming after me,” I said in a rush after choosing the selection. “We don’t have long.”
He shook his head. “I won’t allow them to take you from me.”
“I don’t wish you to harm them,” I said in return. Getting a happy ending was hard in these stories, and I feared we were charging toward a tragedy.
Monqilcolnen cupped my cheek. “And I do not want them to harm you.”
I melted. Even in this experience, Monqilcolnen was so nice and protective. The choices appeared, and for the first time, I chose silence. I didn’t think anything needed to be said. Rather, I rested my head on his chest.
“We can’t separate,” Monqilcolnen said, holding me tight.
My turn came up and four choices to respond appeared before my eyes. I ran over the selection, struggling to pick. I wanted the happy ending, but I didn’t think it would happen. However, I wasn’t going to give up. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer. “You belong to me.”
