What drew us together were the years we spent in each other’s minds, talking to one another. I may not have realized it at the time, but I fell for Luther long ago. And I believe he feels the same about me.
He turns to the table with the food. At the sight of the mountain of food on his plate, my stomach groans.
I make my way toward the food and help myself before he eats it all—and that is no exaggeration.
We're both on the couch, enjoying our meal. With my legs folded under me, I balance the plate on the wide armrest. Heat from the fireplace curls around us, while the blaze crackles and spits. There's something therapeutic about eating comfort food and watching logs burning while a storm howls outside.
"If the weather doesn't stop, we'll spend the night here," Luther explains, then bites into a slice of roast venison. He watches me, waiting for my response like his comment is meant to elicit a dramatic reaction. Of course I know what he's implying. One bed, two of us.... and the thought sends a shiver of excitement down my spine.
I shrug and keep eating, refusing to show him my reaction. Mostly to tease the hell out of him. "How far is the castle anyway? Can't be that far."
He eyes me while I get up to fetch some cake. “You want to go back already?”
His gaze sits heavy on my back, and it takes everything I have to refrain from grinning as I walk past him. He's so easy to rile up, it's hilarious.
The floorboard creaks behind me, and his hands are on my waist instantly. His breath is in my ear. "You're not as clever as you think you are, little wolf."
Setting the plate down on the table, I turn, but he forces me to remain with my back to him.
"Yeah, how do you figure?"
His mouth is on my neck, nipping at my skin, then licking up to my earlobe. My knees wobble. He ignites desire within me in seconds. That's all it takes, apparently.
"Because the moment you heard we are staying here tonight, your stomach fluttered and your delicious little pussy pulsed, didn't it?"
I scoff for effect. "If you say so."
His hands fall to my waist, fingers tugging at my pants. "Let's find out, shall we?" he teases.
I slap his hands away playfully and throw myself out of his arms, then pivot around to face him. "Don't even think about it." I poke my tongue out at him.
His expression morphs into one of mischief, clearly seeing my response as a challenge. God, I love that response more than I thought, and the idea of him chasing after me is exhilarating.
He lunges after me, and I spin and dart across the room, but there's hardly anywhere to go. Careening around the couch only brings him leaping over the furniture and straight for me.
I’m giggling as I whip around.
Strong arms snap around my middle and lift me off my feet.
"You're cheating." I love toying with him.
He laughs in my ear, his tone full of mirth. "Only the loser would say that."
I writhe against him. I'll show him who the loser is. But suddenly, I'm flying toward the bed and land face first on the soft mattress where I bounce up and down before settling. Hastily, I roll over, but Luther is there, forcing me back onto my stomach. His body covers mine, holding me in place. Butterflies burst through my stomach, the heat between my legs melting into a puddle.
"You know how long I've waited to have you all to myself?"
"Years," I gasp with sarcasm from under his weight.
He shifts to hold himself on bent arms, still on top of me. "The tiny taste I had in that small town was just the beginning. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."
"And is squishing me to death part of your plan?"
He gently sweeps my long hair off the back of my neck, and his lips on my skin cover me in goosebumps. "If it means pinning you down."
His weight lifts off me in seconds, and he tugs the fabric of my dress up to my waist, exposing my bare ass.
"Oh, little wolf. Here you are protesting, and yet you’ve come prepared."
Heat scales my cheeks, and I roll over. "For your information, the maids took my underwear and never brought it back. Then you wanted to go on a sleigh ride, and well, here we are."
His eyebrows rise, as do the corners of my mouth. He tugs on his top and yanks it up and over his head, so he’s bare-chested. “Yes, here we are.” He grabs my ankles and drags me across the bed toward him.
I cry out with laughter, while hunger sweeps over his expression. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
Chapter 9
Guendolyn
I’m burning up, and I’m still clothed.
Well, partially. Luther is only in his pants, and I’m missing my underwear. While I lay on my back on the bed, propped up on my elbows, I can’t stop looking at my gorgeous fae. At the way his biceps flex as he runs a hand through his pitch-black hair, the pecs on his chest, the rippled abs. I could very well be staring at a model, except he’s a prince and here for me. After everything we’ve been through, I still need to pinch myself to realize I’m in a relationship with this man.
I don’t fully understand the exact level of our dating or courting…. It just happened.
Luther unbuckles his belt, and my gaze dips.
“I could watch you strip all day long,” I tease.
“My preference is the other way around.” A devious expression sweeps behind his eyes. “Once things settle down in the kingdom, we will announce to everyone we are officially together.”
My body tingles at the promise of his words, but they also
