“Yes.” His answer kind of surprised me, as he never really made a secret of hating toshareme. Especially the nights when I wasn’t sleeping in his bed.
“I’ve actually been thinking,” Xavier said, brushing his thumb over the back of my hand, “it’s time you have your own bedroom.”
I blinked, surprised at this suggestion. “Really?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice so warm compared to his previous behavior toward Ben. “A space that reflects you, your aesthetics, your taste. And, of course, a bed big enough for all of us… if this is what you want. I’ll make it happen. And maybe then you’ll stop trying to sleep in that tiny portal hidden in my wardrobe.”
A grin tugged at my lips. He loved teasing me about that nightI curled up in the portal. It was during one of the nights Malakai felt far enough away to shatter me.
“It only happened once,” I said. “And you know I love it there.”
“I know,” he said with a soft chuckle, stroking over my cheek. “But you act like it’s the only place heaven exists.”
“And where else would it be?”
His eyes flared with that infuriating mix of wickedness and affection. “Oh, so many placesmylittle demon. Especially the one between your legs…” he murmured, “which I fear is going to be Damien’s territory tonight.”
“Xavier!” I gasped, laughing at his childish jealousy.
He caught my face between his hands, pressing soft kisses on my skin. The taste of peppermint chocolate lingered on his lips, and damn it, he was right, it didtastebetter on him as well.
“I could listen to your sweet voice forever,” he murmured against my mouth, kissing me again, deeper this time, like we weren’t in the middle of a coffee shop surrounded by curious goblins.
I loved all of my men deeply, but just being here together with Xavier made me realize how vulnerable he really was. He might spank me on some occasions, but overall, he was a little teddy bear and loved to mollycoddle me all the time.
“What do you think about, my love?” Xavier interrupted my thoughts.
“Nothing.”
“Really? I didn’t know thoughts could smell so sweet,” he said and heat rose up my face. No way, he could smell my arousal. We were still in a public coffee shop.
“I was just thinking about how each of you love me so differently… and how you seem to open up here.”
“Is it good that I do?” he asked, like he wasn’t sure how to respond to such a compliment.
“Yes, all of your individual ways of loving me make me feelwhole. That’s what I yearned for my entire life.”
“God, I can’t accept that it’s Damien’s night tonight, how will I survive?” he said, his tone whiny. His childish complaint made me smile, especially since it must have been the third time he mentioned Damien having me tonight.
“I guess you need to make this big bedroom happen very quickly,” I suggested.
“You are right.”
“Gwendolyn,” someone yelled out of nowhere, causing me to look around until I found a small group of little people. Tualy, Elvina, Fayette and Pip were standing there.
“Hey Gwendolyn, what are you doing here?” she asked, buzzing with excitement as her little arms embraced me in a hug.
“I was running some errands… and you?”
“We love the market hall, it’s fun and we barely leave our village, we need some diversion,” Pip replied.
“Who is this?” Fayette asked and pointed over to Xavier who looked like an entire mismatch with his dark clothes surrounded by these bubbly faeries.
“I’m hermate.” Xavier smirked, shaking their little hands.
“I see… your mate.” Her eyes widening in bubbly happiness. “Isn’t it nice that the forest deities helped you to find your way back home?”
Xavier’s gaze was filled with pure gratification.
