Finally, she reaches her hand toward me and I close the distance between us. Taking her hand in my own, I bring her palm up and place it against my rough cheek, I haven’t shaved in days, and lean into her touch. “Actually, LJ, it does. We’re both new at this, and, we have been thrown into this shit storm without a chance to just breathe. I’m not mad at you, I’m just frustrated. Godhood should come with a damned manual. Don’t you think?”
She smirks and reaches up with her other hand to caress my face, “You know, demon boy, that’s exactly what I was thinking before I ran into you. We’ll figure it out. Together.”
I lean in, our drinks forgotten, and brush my lips against hers. Drinking in the scent and taste of her. Relishing in this moment, the way her lips move against mine, the way she stands to move into my arms, the way she perfectly fits against me. Fuck, if I can’t help myself to her, but I let her take the lead. Her tongue brushes against my own as she becomes more demanding, needing more. Wrapping my arms around her, I fit her more tightly against me. Without thinking, I trace us into my bedroom needing to take this further, my demon and I need to reconnect with our mate.
LJ chuckles, and murmurs against my lips, “You’re getting the hang of this, I see.”
We make quick work of our clothes and then she’s standing in front of me. Her wild, unruly hair, that reaches almost to her waist, elven tipped ears that peek out from beneath her hair, sun-kissed skin that glitters under the high light of the afternoon sun that streams in from the balcony doors that overlook the lake. A goddess, the most stunning female in all the realms, and she’s mine. Her lips twitch and then purse as she tries not to smile at my obvious perusal of her form.
No words are needed. I intend to explore every beautiful inch of her, and I will damn well take my time doing it. Everything else can wait. Nothing is more important to me than LJ.
44
Free at Last
(Lillie Joanna)
Thank the gods for the time difference between the realms. We spent the afternoon making love, exploring each other, and reaffirming our bond. Lingering in bed, I run my hands over the broad expanse of Daxell’s chest, lightly teasing the taut nubs of his pecs. His groan has me aching for him again. I sink back down into the cloud-like mattress as Dax hovers over me, sensing that he can no longer contain his beast. His wings tear free from their hiding place and his shift takes over. At the sight of his magnificence, I’m a bundle of hot messy need, wanting him. I’m not sure what it says about me that the sight of his large black horns that jut up from his forehead and arch back over his soot-black hair turns me on so much. Then, when his wings snap out over me, I arch up to find his hard length right there, poised and ready to enter me.
“My little one, you are so responsive. How I adore you.” His all-black eyes scorch me with their burning intensity.
“I love you, mate,” my voice thick. His wings lower to cocoon us and I sit up to stroke down over his primaries, his feathers so black that there is a hint of blue. A shiver racks through him at my touch, and he moves faster than I can see. One arm around my back pulls me roughly to his chest, my back arching accepting him as he enters me in one smooth thrust. His growl in my ear has me all but trembling in his embrace as we lose ourselves in one another. No interruptions. No worries for what is to come. Just the two of us loving one another.
Some time later, I rouse to find that Daxell has slipped from the bed and is almost completely dressed in new black leathers. His button-up pants ride low on his hips, that delicious V and his six-pack abs on full display before he shrugs into a fitted matching sleeveless leather vest, the back is carved out to expose his shoulder blades and looks to be designed to accommodate his wings during a shift to his demon form. The sun is now an orangey-red burning ball that sits low in the western sky. Sighing, I know that our little retreat is over. It’s time for us to return to The Otherworld.
Slipping out of his wonderfully soft bed, I pad quietly over to Daxell and wrap my arms around him from behind and say, “I want to come back here. I want to make more memories here with you. Okay?”
“Damn, honey cheeks, I wish we could stay here forever, but we need to get that bracelet off you. Only then will our bond be whole again. We have a lot to do, and a lot of information to relay to your parents and everyone else. I have no doubt that Nyx was ready to get on with her plans and will not waste time doing so. How much time do you think has passed in Faerie since Poppy returned?”
I shrug and step back from him, “Minutes, not really that long. Time passes so much more quickly here. I still don’t have a really good grasp on time in The Underworld. Are you okay with me taking a quick shower? I won’t be
