Page 58 of Wings and Shadowthief

Hunter didn’t bother to go further, pressing her against the door and getting to his knees in front of her, as directed. He kissed his way down her legs, before peeling her leather pants off her.

He took his time, bringing her ankle to his lips and kissing it, then her knee, and the inner side of her thigh, before burying his face between her legs. She gasped when he sucked her in, his tongue flicking her clit. Just like she remembered he had their first and last time, Hunter played her with his mouth and fingers like he had all the time in the world, and all he wanted to do with his life was please her. She screamed, begged for more, for less, until she couldn’t take it anymore, drowning in the wave of pleasure that overtook her.

He got to his feet and kissed her deep, slowly, tenderly, hands caging her in, then sliding along her breasts, her waist, her legs. He lifted one up to his hips, freeing his thick cock from his jeans and running it along her slit.

“Don’t tease,” Gwen begged in a ragged breath.

He laughed, and kept dry humping her and pressing himself against her clit.

Gwen pushed him away from her, grabbed the lapels of his jacket and dragged him to the bed, pushing him down on his back. Then she mounted him, taking what she wanted. Wet though she was, his cock still stretched her deliciously. His hand went to her hips, but she grabbed his wrists. “I don’t think so. You didn’t want to play fair. It’s my game now.”

She kept his hands locked over his head as she rode him, slow and deep at first, then faster and faster. She bent forward and took his lips as she fucked him, hard, wild, panting as she tightened around him.

“Come with me, my mate.”

She exploded without warning at his command, right along with him.

She flopped down over him, breathing hard, listening to his heart.

Gwen kissed his jawline, his throat, his shoulder.

He flipped them over in one smooth move, threw both of her legs over one of his shoulders. “If you insist…”

Epilogue

“So what do we call you, now?” Tris played with his favorite knife, tossing it in the air and catching it again.

“Can you stop chucking pointy things in front of my child?” Chloe growled.

She was still pissed at them, and Hunter couldn’t exactly blame her.

Had they managed to kill Aveka, it would have been another story, but instead they’d only poked the bear with a hot iron pitchfork.

Tris pouted. “How is she going to learn, otherwise?”

The vampire stomped her foot in frustration. “She’sone day old!”

“There, there. Don’t listen to your mother’s antics. We’ll teach you the way of the blade—and the quill—soon enough, child.” To everyone’s surprise, Fin Varra had appointed himself the baby’s fairy caretaker, and he took his job seriously. Ruby only had to open her cherry mouth and start the hint of a whine for the professor to appear with all his usual fanfare.

Fairies seldom gave birth to children, even more rarely than vampires, and they treasured them—when they didn’t give them away as changelings, in any case.

Chloe joked that he could be the child’s fairy godfather. Ruby’s actual godfather was stuck in a cave, so it might prove useful.

Taking the offer seriously, Fin had immediately rejected the responsibility. He was one complicated fae.

“Whatever you’d like,” Hunter said, tearing his gaze from Ruby long enough to finally reply to his cousin.

He’d thought of himself as Hunter for several long years, but he also recognized Jack in himself these days.

“Junter. Huntack. Oh, I know! Jacter.”

He waved his hand casually, and Tris yelped, dropping his now red-hot knife. “That’s not fair! Don’t mess with my knives.”

“Don’t mess with his names,” Gwen shot back, kissing the side of his cheek.

It felt good to have her on his side.

“How did your clan take to the news that you’re mated, by the way?” Levi asked, attempting to take his daughter from the Aos Si’s embrace.

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