Page 133 of Alien God

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Torrance

The morning after our wedding was the first morning Wylf stayed wrapped around me in bed until I woke up. When daylight turned the silver walls bright, I stirred, a thread of joy winding through me when I felt Wylfrael curved around my back, an arm and a wing thrown protectively over me.

“You’re still here,” I whispered, smiling and wiggling backwards.

“Of course, I am,” Wylfrael grunted, sleepiness making his voice husky.

It thrilled me – I’d never seen him just waking up in the morning.

“I hope you have not tired of your new husband already,” he muttered against the top of my head, which made me laugh.

“Nope. Not yet.”

I would have been happy to stay there all day, wrapped in Wylfrael’s arms, enjoying the quiet warmth of him and the furs. But anxious butterflies took wing in my stomach when I remember what today was.

The gathering of the gods.

It would be the first time I’d meet stone sky gods other than Wylf and Maerwynne. It would also be the first time I’d step through a stone sky door into another world for myself.

Wylfrael groaned in complaint when I wriggled out of his grasp. I slid out of the bed, bouncing on the balls of my feet on the stool and hopping down to the floor. I turned back to my husband, hands on my hips. He rolled lazily onto his back, the furs sliding to the side and revealing the thickness of his erection against his belly.

Oh, God.

My mouth went dry, and I forced myself to look away.

“Come on, we have things to do today!” I said. Realizing I was completely naked, I hurried to the armoire to grab a robe, feeling Wylf’s eyes on my bare skin the entire time.

“I have things I want to do to you,” Wylf grumbled, correcting me. I laughed, pulling the belt tight on my robe while striding across the room to the bathroom.

“You can take care of that yourself. Have a bath,” I tossed teasingly over my shoulder back at him, jerking my head towards his cock. “Use the jets. I know from experience just how effective they are.”

Wylf growled and sat up, wings flaring, gripping the furs, looking like a predator about to pounce. Shrieking, I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door, dissolving into giggles on the other side.

Despite the fact we did have to get ready for the gathering, Wylf insisted on taking his damn time. We ate breakfast and lunch together in our room, with him eating slowly, staring at me the entire time. After lunch, he insisted we take a sleigh ride together again. When I protested, he merely silenced me with a kiss the way he’d done so many times before and told me that no newly mated god would come early to a gathering because he’d be too preoccupied with rutting his mate.

Ultimately, he knew stone sky culture much better than me. So, I decided not to argue further, put on a cloak over my dress, and followed him out to the sleigh.

Shame and arousal flooded me when I saw the broken bench.

“How are we going to explain that to Shoshen?” I lamented, ears burning as I sat down, staying far away from the jagged part.

“I’ll tell him the truth. I broke it out of barely restrained passion while deep inside my bride,” Wylf said nonchalantly, the verbal version of a shrug.

“You will not!” I gasped. “That is humiliating!”

Wylf sat beside me, and some of my embarrassment gave way to giddy warmth when his arm came to rest so naturally around my shoulders. He called to Barra to start moving, the path still clear from our last ride, and turned his face down to me as the sleigh rocked forward.

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