“He sees my sense of adventure. He thinks he’s not good enough for me. He wants to give me everything and prove himself to be a good match day after day until the end of his life. He is good, Aaric, I can feel it in my bones.”
Aaric grunts. “He is different from us, he does not understand our language, our customs, our lands.”
“Neither did Liv and she has acclimated.”
“Liv was sent by the gods, Sylvi.”
“Perhaps Jeremiah was sent to me by the gods, destined to be my match.”
Aaric snorts. “Perhaps, Sylvi. I will meet with him and let you know.”
JEREMIAH
Without a word to me, Aaric demands to be taken to Colton to have an audience with us both. I don’t leave Sylvi, at least not without checking on her to ensure that she is indeed okay.
Turning to face her, I cup her cheek with my palm. “You’re okay?” I ask.
Her eyes are wide and a bit glassy, but no tears fall down her cheeks. Her lips slowly turn up into a small smile. “I am okay, Jeremiah. Go and talk to my brother and Colton. Aaric will be making his decision shortly,” she breathes.
Nodding my head, my hand falls from her cheek, but I don’t leave her. Instead, I guide her out of the hot sunshine and toward the house. Only when she is safely inside do I direct Aaric to the office where Colton is still standing in front of the window watching everything.
“King Aaric of Wolfjour Ail is here to speak with you, Mr. James,” I call out as Aaric closes the office door behind him.
Colton turns around, his hands clasped in front of him. He takes a few steps toward us and extends his hand.
“Mr. James,” Aaric mutters as they shake hands.
“Call me Colton,” he chuckles.
“You may call me Aaric, as it seems we are now brothers.”
“It does seem that way, doesn’t it?”
“I would like to meet your Birdie before I take my leave later.”
“Your request will be granted,” Colton chuckles.
Aaric jerks his chin toward the chairs and Colton nods his head. We all take our seats and I clear my throat nervously, wondering what will happen next.
“This man sitting beside me. This man who wishes to wed my sister, is he good enough for her? Is he good, is he decent, will he be true to her and treat her respectfully?”
I press my lips together, wondering where this is going and what Colton will say.
“The man sitting beside you is one of my most trusted soldiers. I’ve trusted him to protect my wife and unborn babe. I will miss him, but I am more than comfortable telling you that he will do all of those things and he will do them until his dying breath.”
Aaric shifts his gaze from Colton to me, then back to Colton. “She must live in Wolfjour Ail as she is in charge of my people when I am raiding. She will be treated like the princess that she is. She will be adored, and she will be given the adventures that she desires along with children. If you can provide all those things for her, I would be glad to give you my consent to take my sister as a bride, since it is obvious to me that is what she wishes.”
Standing, I turn to face him. “I would be honored to have Sylvi as mine,” I rasp.
It is the truth, too. I would be honored to have Sylvi as mine to love, cherish, and adore until my last breath. She is special in more ways than I ever thought possible.
She is perfection.
She is mine.
Epilogue
ONE MONTH LATER
SYLVI
I feel a warm hand on my hip, it slides up my waist, his fingertips gripping my flesh. I can feel his hard length against the crease in my backside and purr as I arch my back, lifting my arm to wrap my fingers around the back of his neck.
Turning my head slightly, I touch my lips to the side of his neck. “Good morning, husband,” I breathe.
He chuckles. “I will never tire of you saying that, honey.”
I purr as his fingers slide around my hip and dive between my legs. “Husband,” I gasp as his fingers begin to move, circling my clit before dipping inside of me and making a delicious motion.
He continues to touch me, his fingers moving faster and faster against my clit. Arching my back, I lick the side of his throat, my hips jerking and moving against his touch.
“Please,” I beg. “I need more.”
He hums, his hand leaving my center, his fingers wrapping around the back of my knee before he lifts my leg and I feel his hard length slide inside of me from behind. His fingers return to their place against my clit as he fills me and I purr again.
“Yes,” I cry.
He grunts as he thrusts inside of me harder and harder with each pump. My fingers grip the back of his neck, gripping the back of his longer hair as I allow him to take over, to take me the way that he knows I enjoy.
“I love you, honey,” he rasps.
My body begins to tremble as it climbs higher and higher, on the edge, ready to tip over and when it does, I cry out in pleasure as I come, hard.
Jeremiah continues to thrust until he buries himself deep inside of me and growls as he fills me with his release.
“I love you, Jeremiah,” I exhale.
JEREMIAH
I run my fingers through my long wet hair, still not sure that I will ever get used to this length plus my beard, as I step outside of our small home.
Living in Wolfjour Ail, I’ve decided to acclimate to my surroundings as best I can. I’ve grown out my hair and my beard and I serve my brother-in-law, my king, in his vast army. Next
