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I hardly have time to wrap my arms around his waist before we are moving. The horse clears the fence and races down the street. I bury my face in Kov’s furs. The sound of hooves on asphalt fades until all I can hear is my heartbeat. I open my eyes.
The ground is far below us. We are running across the sky.
I whimper. I don’t know where we are going or how this is happening, but if I let go, I will fall and die—I’m not sure I can use magic well enough to break my fall. Then just as I think we are riding alone, I hear it. The jangling of an army and the thumping of hooves on the air currents. Other horses and other fairies.
They all wear bone helmets and ride massive horses. But some horses are white or green. Some of the riders have wings. Others have claws. And amongst the horses there are other yellow eyed beasts.
This is the hunt.
And I have been taken. Claimed by my trow warrior.
Epilogue
Kov
Returning from the hunt with three vampire kills and a halfling mate raised my standing among my people. Even the Court was impressed enough to offer me a job as a castle guard. It’s not the kind of job that one refuses.
So for the time being, Andrea and I are living in the castle.
The vampire poison ceased its spread the moment I arrived back in Fairy, but the scars will remain. A reminder of how dangerous vampires can be. I don’t think we’ll ever be able to rid the human world of them, as there are always a few fairies who slip away during the hunt, or who get left behind.
Though, why anyone would choose to live there, instead of here, is beyond me.
I roll over and pull Andrea close. She has agreed to share my bed and be mine.
But, officially, we still need to wait the year and a day before we can wed in case she changes her mind and wants to choose another. I thought when we first arrived that she might change her mind and want one of the prettier fairies, like the winged fae or green-skinned elves. I am doing everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen.
She wriggles her butt against my already hard cock. “How long before you have to go?”
I’m hoping at the end of the year and a day the Court releases me from the honor of serving them—which involves a lot of standing around and looking official and teaching others how to fight, readying them for the next hunt—so I can return home to the mountains of the trow.
My forge has been cold for too long.
“I have time.” And even if I didn’t, I would make the time. I slide my hand between her legs, seeking her wet heat. She moves her leg to the side, giving me better access so I can fuck her with my fingers. I kiss the back of her neck, knowing that she is ready, and she is just teasing. The scent of lust clings to her skin and echoes in her heartbeat.
My teeth rake over her skin, then I flip her onto her stomach, pressing her into the mattress. She squirms beneath me, her ass grinding against my cock. If I had oil to hand, I would be tempted to take her there.
Instead, I rock back and lift her hips so her pussy is exposed and offered to me. A feast to start my day. Leaning down, I lick her wet folds, pressing my tongue into her as my finger works over her nub. She moans, rubbing against my hand as she comes. It’s only then that I thrust into her, sinking deep on the first stroke. She’s gotten used to the size of my cock and rides it beautifully. I watch as I sink in, her pink pussy taking each dark-gray inch of me until I’m buried in her.
Her pussy is tight around me as I fuck her, claiming her again as mine.
She rocks back, meeting each thrust. Her breathing is short gasps, then she is coming again and dragging me with her. I grip her hips as I ride through my climax.
Then for a few breaths, we are still.
“You are going to have to start being more gentle,” she murmurs.
“Why’s that?” She has never complained before.
“Because I’m pregnant.”
My hand moves to her stomach, but there is no swell to feel. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She lifts her head and glances over her shoulder. “Are you happy?”
“I am thrilled, my love.” I wasn’t even sure it would be possible. Some couples are never blessed. Perhaps being at the Court, where the magic flows from, has created this chance.
I pull free and gather her into my arms so I can kiss her. Her hand feathers over my horns, then over my cheek. “They still won’t let us marry, will they?”
“No. Besides, I don’t want that broken rule hanging over our heads.” A year and a day will be up soon enough. Then I will be returning home with a pregnant bride. While I look forward to that day, I will not wish away these days. I sigh and give her a kiss. “I need to get ready.”
“I love you.”
“And I you.” The hunt delivered me much more than the prestige I’d craved; it gave me love.
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