Page 273 of Spring Guardians & Songbirds

In this life and every life after this one.

My hand slipped to her breast and up her neck, my fingers wrapping around her slender throat as I lowered my mouth to hers while thrusting into her. Her heartbeats pounded against my chest and my own thundered in my ears as I made her mine. Our limbs had meshed together, every touch had grown demanding and rough, teeth dug onto my neck, she marked me as I marked her.

I kissed her because I could. She whimpered in my mouth, her chest stuttering, nails digging on my back. “Kilian, harder,” Her thighs tightened around me for a moment, squeezing, and my name on her mouth turned to a chant full of command, adjure, anguish and exalt all at once. Magic skittered around me and I guided a thin tendril of shadows around her body and over the apex of her thighs to graze that sensitive bundle of nerves and her body jerked a little in my hold.

Her sweet moans were delicious. I tasted them around my tongue and ate all of those vowels. I was so hungry for them that I plunged my cock inside of her relentlessly only so I could hear them grow louder and fuller. I fucked her through her own release, riding out her pleasure while my own erupted and spilled inside of her. Fucking euphoric. She felt so good wrapped around my cock, pulsing with pleasure around me as I filled her insides with my come. “My hellcat is so polite and quiet when I fill her cunt. Maybe I should stay buried in you all the time.”

Her pretty hair had matted to her face, sweat droplets beading to her temples while she breathed like the thunder raging outside. She bit that lower plump lip and flashed me a smile. “I’ve not got much room to speak.”

“I’ll go slower next time. Curious what you have to say while I fuck you.”

“I’ll prepare a speech,” she said, wiggling her hips and I hissed when my cock slipped a bit deeper inside her.

I kissed that sassy mouth. “It better be an ode to my cock.”

She laughed all the way to the bathroom, trying to make verses of all sorts of madness about it. My girl was no poet and that was for sure.

After I’d soaked the two of us in the bath, told her all sorts of stories she wanted to hear about me, fed her and stared at her for a long, long eternity that never seemed to be long enough, I took her again and then she rode me long and slow a third time.

We laid there for a moment after, her fingers on my hair, mine tracing along her skin.

“I want to keep you, Kil.”

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me till forever.”

Chapter forty-one

Siderus

Snowlin

It was bright and warm. Mostly inside of me in that cold place I called a heart. Or perhaps because a massive man had hugged me to his chest so tight that I was starting to sweat.

I’d stared at the gold tattoo on my ring finger for the past hour—half stunned and half grinning. We’d been blessed. Even heavens and gods had approved of us being together despite all that was against us.

Kilian traced his finger over my stomach as if he was scribbling words.

I half turned to him. “What does that mean?”

He left about a dozen kisses on my face. “Names.”

“Whose?”

His grin was stupidly ridiculous. “Of all the babies I’m going to put in you.”

Oh. The thought made my toes curl. Would we ever be able to have a family of our own? With what we were? “Will you feed them to me?”

He chuckled and leaned to whisper in my ear. “If you keep swallowing me, yes.”

I kicked my elbow back, hitting him on the stomach and he groaned as if I’d actually hurt him. “There were a few. How many exactly are you expecting us to have.”

“Eight.”

I spun round fast. “You want me to give birth to eight children?”

He slid his fingers in my hair, silver irises taking in every bit of me. “We can adopt.”

I chewed on my lip and he pulled the bleeding flesh from my teeth with his thumb. “Tell me. Don’t leave me in the dark. Tell me everything that worries you.”