Callum
Even in sleep, Seren is still in motion.
Like she’s got too much magick in her, too much life in her to stay still. Her eyelids flutter, her expression constantly shifting at whatever dreamland she walks through. She even murmurs sometimes, little fragments of words I can never quite catch before they’re gone.
Lying with her in the peace and safety of early morning hours, I let myself savor it.
Today, we’ll head back to Faerie and face the fae queen.
Today, our hunt will end.
Tomorrow…
I’ll be damned if I know what will happen tomorrow.
Perhaps my star is right.
Perhaps the fae queen will be generous, willing to accept Elijah’s letter and ring. Perhaps we’ll leave her court with riches that will truly fix all our problems, give us the time and freedom to figure out what a life together might look like.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
There will be no telling until we actually go and find out for ourselves, so for now I curl myself deeper into the furs and pull my witch back into my arms.
She sighs and melts against me, trusting me now, even in sleep.
Doing my best not to wake her, I press my nose to her rumpled blond curls and inhale. Witchmagick and a scent that’s all Seren—fresh and bracing like the air at dawn, like a wild wind whipping through a spring forest.
I want to lose myself in it.
I want to stay here all morning, all day, for weeks, months, however long I can get with her. I was already gone for her, but after last night…
After last night.
Seeing Seren so bold, so fearless, filled with so much conviction and tenacity even in the face of all my worry, was a bright spark in the darkness.
How could I ever resist being swept away by such a temptation? I think I can be at least half-forgiven for putting aside my responsibilities and concerns.
My mind lingers over all the details.
The fierce, blazing look in her eyes as she bared herself to me, as she kissed me with wild abandon and demanded my full attention, demanded I get out of my head and be there with her. The heady command in her voice when she got me right where she wanted me, when she mounted me, more wickedly beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.
And the way she took my knot.
Impossible, the heat and the slick of her. The way she stretched around me. The sounds she made when we locked together, when I rutted into her and—
Fuck.
I can’t let myself think about it.
I can’t let myself dwell on it, or there’s no way I’m letting either of us leave this bed.
Not for a fae queen’s fortune.
Not for anything.
I’m saved from the mire of my thoughts when Seren stirs. She blinks herself sleepily awake. It must take her a moment to remember where she is and everything that waits for us today, because for the first few seconds after waking, she’s radiantly happy.
Half-lidded, spring-green eyes look up at me as if she’s just as content to be sharing a bed with me as I am with her. Her lips curl into a lazy, satisfied smile, and she nestles closer to me.
