Page 135 of Alien God

“OK, you caught me,” I said.

“So I have.”

Reminded of the threat he held literally over my head, I held my breath and hunched down, waiting to be doused in a blanket of cold white.

But it didn’t come. Hesitantly, I opened one scrunchy eye, then the other.

The snowball was no longer a ball, but a dispersed fluffy cloud over my head. Even though the sky was clear and pink, all sun today, it was snowing on me. One of Wylf’s hands was raised as he shredded bits of snow off from overhead so that they gently dusted my hair, my shoulders, my nose.

I could tell he was even controlling the descent of the snowflakes. They barely fell. They floated, which made me feel like I was in my own magical snow globe of his creation. After expecting the rush of cold falling down around me, this soft, gentle flutter of sparkling white crystals took my breath away. So did Wylfrael’s expression – no longer one of an irritated hunter but one of adoration so poignant it almost looked like pain.

In awe of the cascading wonder he’d created, my heart so full that no human method of measurement could ever comprehend it, I fell to my knees and finally took my husband’s cock into my mouth.

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WHEN WE RETURNED TO the castle, entering through the kitchen, Wylfrael insisted that I eat something.

“I don’t see how I possibly could,” I chided, “considering how you just pumped my mouth and stomach full of-”

I slammed my mouth shut so hard my teeth clattered when I saw Aiko in the kitchen.

Wylfrael laughed behind me, deep and throaty. “What was that, my beloved wife? I don’t think Aiko quite got all of that.”

I cast him what I hoped was a cutting glance before holding up my hand to Aiko and muttering, “Don’t even ask.”

Wylf scooped two bowls of stew from the crystal counter, carrying them up to our room as I hobbled along like a newborn deer. He’d made me come twice more on the sleigh ride back, and I felt like every joint in my body had been replaced with soggy sponge.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t eat that,” I said, throwing myself into a huge crystal chair and sprawling across its seat. “I’m too nervous.”

Now that we were back, there was no way that Wylf could keep stalling. It was time to get ready for the gathering of the gods.

Wylfrael placed the bowls on the table and brooded.

“If I did not need information from the other gods, we would not go at all. I do not relish being in Sceadulyr’s Shadowlands.”

I wriggled into a more upright position.

“Why not?”

I knew little of where we were actually going or of the god hosting this event.

“Sceadulyr is powerful and treacherous. He controls shadows, and things are rarely as they seem in his domain. The only reason I’m willing to bring you there at all is because I know he wouldn’t do anything stupid with so many other gods present.” He fixed me with a hard stare. “Stay with me at all times.”

“Well, now I’m even more nervous!” I exclaimed, flopping back against the chair. But even so, even with the nerves, I was excited, too. I was going to be glimpsing a whole group of different aliens all gathered in one place. No doubt I’d be the only human, but Wylfrael had told me earlier that the other mated gods would bring their own brides, so at least I wouldn’t be the only mortal female there.

“Well, if you’re not going to eat, you should dress,” Wylfrael said, crossing to my armoire and flicking through it, sifting through silk and wool.

“Oh? I thought I’d just wear this,” I said, looking down at myself. I was wearing a simple but lovely grey wool gown with long sleeves, perfect for winter on Sionnach.

“It’s not winter there,” Wylf said.

“Oh, OK,” I said. I slid out of the chair and then draped my cloak on it. I hurried to Wylfrael’s side. I reached for a different outfit, but he grunted at me to stop.

“What?” I asked, raising a brow at him.

“I already know what you’re going to wear. Just need to find it,” he said, his gaze focused on the fabrics rippling under his searching hands.

“You’re choosing what I get to wear? I didn’t know that being married to you meant I had my own personal stylist,” I said sarcastically.

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