Rys and his pack had given me nothing but love and support when I’d needed it most. Dathal aside, there wasn’t much I’d missed about the Fae Realm.
And now he was here with me.
Talis rolled his hips, his cock rubbing along mine, wiping my mind of anything but the slow-building pleasure in the pit of my stomach. It felt familiar in some ways—we’d been in almost this exact position months ago—but so very different in all the ways that mattered.
There were no false pretences now, no miscommunications or worries about what would happenafter. If I had my way, there would be no after, just more of the same for as long as he wanted this. Wanted me.
Forever.
The thought wasn’t mine, but it might as well have been, and I grinned against his lips, wide enough that he pulled back to look at me.
“Why are you smiling?”
“I’m just happy that we’re on the same page now.” I bit my lip, wondering how he’d react if I told him how I knew. Before I could second guess myself, I tapped my temple, not wanting there to ever be any secrets between us. Not again.
It took him a moment to get my meaning, and then he smiled back, slow and hesitant at first. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”
“It doesn’t happen often,” I said quickly, not sure how to read him. “And I don’t have to tell you if it makes—”
He cut me off with his mouth on mine, stealing my words and replacing them with his tongue until I relaxed against him. “You can always tell me,” he murmured, kissing along my jaw, my neck, his teeth grazing the base of my throat before he lifted his head again. “There’s nothing I have to hide. Not anymore.”
The roughness of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted more of it. I wanted the scrape of fangs along my throat, the scratch of claws over my skin as he fought for control. I wanted him to give me everything, like he’d promised.
“Take me upstairs,” I whispered, rolling my hips just to feel how hard he was for me. “I want you naked.”
He reached underneath me, and the next moment, the blanket I’d wrapped around him fluttered to the floor. “I am.” His sly grin wasn’t something I was used to seeing.
I laughed. “So you are.”
“Now it’s your turn.”
I hadn’t seen this side of Talis last time we’d done this.
Fun.
Teasing.
Not the stereotypical traits for a shifter, but Talis had always been the exception to that rule. Yes, he had a possessive streak—I’d heard it—but it was more subtle than most.
“Upstairs.”
Instead of setting me down, he carried me out into the hall and up the narrow stairs, stopping every few steps to press me against the wall and kiss me.
My lips, my neck, anywhere he could reach.
“This is like torture.” I groaned as sharp teeth dragged over my skin. He followed the sting with a gentle sweep of his tongue, and my toes curled with how good it felt.
“I can stop.” He went to pull back, but I grabbed his head, fisting his hair to keep him where he was.
“Don’t you dare.”
His breathy chuckle was the best thing I’d ever heard.
I’d have been happy to stay in any of the places we stopped on the stairs, caged in by all that shifter strength, but each time I started to grind against him, losing myself to the feel of his hard body on mine, he moved.
“You’rekillingme.” I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sighed.
His whole-body shiver made me grin, especially because it made his grip on me tighten, his fingers digging into my arse.
