I ride him backward, water still dripping from my hair onto his chest. He grips my waist, biting at my shoulder and groaning filth into my ear—how tight I am, how I was made for him, how no one will ever touch me this way except for him.
Thank fucking fae lords, because I don’t want anyone else. Never ever again.
At one point, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, going deeper than I thought possible, dragging another orgasm out of me. He says he’s collecting them.
He eats lobster rolls and greasy fries from the Salty Bastard, while I eat takeout Chinese (I don’t have a stomach made of steel) naked on the couch. He feeds me with his fingers. I lick them clean. He watches every movement as though he’s seeing me for the first time.
We nap in each other’s arms then I wake to his tongue between my thighs again—his version of breakfast. I come against his mouth with a cry that leaves me breathless and boneless.
We laugh. We fuck. We make love. Wetouch.
It's the perfect day. The kind I want to last forever.
Chapter 28
When the Dream Ends
TALON
“They didn’t go after me. They went afteryou, Talon.”
Aurora’s legs hook through mine, a lazy knot that holds me close. Her head sinks against my chest, heavy and warm. Her fingers skim over my cold black scales.
One hand props my head, while the other traces along the curve of her back. My fingertips map each ridge of her spine in slow, repeated strokes until they’re etched into memory. Our scent lingers around us, and a deep satisfaction has stretched out from the inside of my chest. I know it won’t be long before one or both of us goes back in for more. We have a lot of time to make up for.
“They were trying to subdue me before grabbing you,” I say.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know. They...they seemed focused on you. And then they...” The hand resting on my chest slides down to the edge of my bandage.
I shut my eyes, but I’m assaulted by the memory of them slicing that scale right off my body. A hot anger boils at my core. No one has ever gotten close enough to do damage like that before, but there had been so many of them. I couldn’t fight them off.
Their strike had been meant to cut through to get to my heart, to kill me. Then Aurora would have been defenseless.
The thought stokes the heat of my anger even higher, but I let it smolder inside, careful not to tense underneath her.
“I’m fine,” I reassure her, dropping a kiss in her hair. “Better than fine,” I add before rolling her over onto her back, covering her body with mine.
Her full breasts crush to my chest, but I’m careful to keep my full weight off her. My hips slowly rock, my half-hard cock sliding along the inside of her thigh.
She lets out a giggle as her fingernails scrape along my scalp, sending ripples of pleasure into my brain before spreading through the rest of my body. “You’re insatiable.”
“Well, if you weren’t so delicious, I wouldn’t be,” I say before dipping down to catch her nipple in my mouth. I suck until her gasp catches, spilling into a throaty moan. Her back arches, pressing her breast harder into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as her body twists beneath me.
“I’m trying to be serious here.” She pushes my shoulders, but I don’t give her an inch.
“Mal is only going to keep coming for us,” she says so seriously this time I release her delectable flesh from my mouth. I raise myself to meet her eye.
“You’re right.” I can’t lie to her. “Which is why I’m going to have to find her and kill her.”
Aurora’s lashes flutter wide with surprise. She shouldn’t be.
“You created a new life for yourself here,” I say, propping my elbows so I can hold her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You want this life. I see it. And I want you to be happy. So I will do what it takes to give you what you need, Aura. Like always.”
She squirms under me, and I know she’s thinking of the sex club, of Merry, of all the many people I’ve brought to her before.
Brows furrowing, she frantically searches my face, her discomfort rising. “It’s?—”
“Exactlythe same as it’s always been,” I interrupt before she can say the word murder or anything like it. “I’m as culpable as you for all the deaths over the years, if not more so. I bring them to you knowing the cost. Mal is not innocent. She lashed out at you as a baby, she carries hate in her heart, and she intends to act that out on you. I’ll kill her first. And then you—we,” I correct, “get to live happily ever after.”
