For a moment, they simply held each other’s stare. Slowly, matching smiles stretched their lips. Lysander knew Stone felt everything he did. All they needed was each other. They were a beautiful miracle.
Chapter Six
Sunshinepeekedthroughthecurtains and highlighted Lysander’s skin. He slept peacefully while Stone couldn’t stop staring. His skin had a slight glittery hue. He was so fucking beautiful. Being mates was a connection impossible to explain. It was instant love, and no one understood that until they were in Stone’s shoes. He had known from the moment they met Lysander was special. Stone had just thought his being a fairy had enchanted him.
Everything in Faerie looked prettier than the human counterpart. It was as if everything was just slightly crisper. Some places were the same except for the surreal sheen. Other places looked like an entirely different world. It hadn’t been a hard decision to choose Faerie. The more he thought about it, the righter his choice felt. Lysander was always the most gorgeous creature in any room, but here, goddamn. He left Stone breathless.
As slowly as possible, hoping not to wake Lysander, Stone dragged the covers down, exposing his nude body. He was indescribable, really. When Lysander slept, his entire body relaxed. His wings didn’t hide. They looked delicate—as if they’d crumble under the slightest brush. A smirk tugged at Stone’s lips. He had stroked those wings several times. They were strong and so fucking sexy. Plus, stroking them made Lysander moan. That was Stone’s favorite pastime.
Chill bumps rose on Lysander’s skin.
Stone pulled the covers up again. He wouldn’t let Lysander freeze just to satisfy his inner pervert. Damned if he didn’t want to kiss him awake and have his way with Lysander’s delectable body. Just the thought had him rock hard.
“Mhmm.” The sexy sound cut through the air as Lysander stretched like a cat. “I can smell your lust. It’s like ambrosia.”
Stone smiled at the comparison. Lysander still hadn’t opened his eyes. “You’re looking verra sexy. You’ve been teasing me all morning.”
Lysander chuckled. “In my sleep? Damn, I’m good.” He rolled to his knees and straddled Stone. “Imagine what I can do when I’m awake.”
Stone ran his hands up Lysander’s thighs. “No need to fantasize. I know exactly what this work of art body can—”
A knock interrupted them.
They froze.
A moment passed. Another knock rang out.
Lysander whispered the obvious. “There’s someone at the door.”
Curiosity had them donning robes while they exchanged confused glances. Under normal circumstances, Stone would know who graced their stoop only by their scent. He hadn’t been inside Faerie long enough to distinguish scents. They answered the door together.
Frost stood on the other side, holding Celina.
Lysander magicked them into being fully dressed.
Stone blinked.
Lysander didn’t. “You have a baby in Faerie.”
A huge grin lit Frost’s face. “To be fair, we live in Hell, so…”
Stone hadn’t known that. They stepped back.
Lysander waved frantically. “Get inside before she sees something she shouldn’t.”
Frost laughed. “She’s too young to see something she shouldn’t. At her age, she can only see a foot or so away.” He steppedinside. Frost had a bulging diaper bag over his shoulder and some sort of small, bouncy chair-bed thing Stone couldn’t identify looped over his arm. He passed Celina to Stone—like the exchange was one they made all day. “Here. Hold her. I can’t go anywhere anymore without packing the entire house.” Frost set everything on the floor. “Not that I’m complaining. I know exactly how lucky I am.”
“Speaking of that luck,” Lysander said, obviously spotting his opening. “I’m dead curious to know how Gemini and you ended up with a very obviously biologically-yours baby. She looks too much like a mixture of you both to not carry both your genes.”
“Best not to ask questions sometimes.”
At Frost’s response, Lysander and Frost dove into a conversation Stone didn’t hear. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Celina. She was beautiful—like staring at a living, breathing true miracle. He was always awed by her. Stone moved to the couch and sat when it didn’t seem Frost intended to reclaim Celina. He went back to staring at her.
“Hey, wee one. Did I miss anything good since I saw you last?”
Celina’s mouth opened and closed.
Stone smiled. She genuinely looked as if she struggled to tell him a story. Her little fists shot up before moving to her face. She accidentally hit herself trying to get her hand in her mouth. Celina didn’t flinch. Instead, she made a small noise. He didn’t know it was annoyance or satisfaction. A gold braceletshimmered on her wrist, catching light in a way that almost looked as if the beams came from within.
