Page 64 of Straw and Gold
I kissed her hard, pulling up the skirts of her dress, finding her wet and ready to take me. I groaned into her mouth and mumbled on her lips, “It means ‘fuck me’ and it’s all I want to hear for the next hour.”
“The nexthour?” she cried, gasping when I yanked down her dress and took her nipple into my mouth. “Surely you don’t have enough energy for that.”
I hummed, moving lower, pulling down the rest of her gown as I went until my face was between her legs. I looked up at her as I licked my way across her clit.
“Your lesson, Goldling,” I mumbled, filling my mouth with her in the next breath.
“Tha mi a iardh ot furich mi.”
I want you to fuck me.
“Tha mi a iradh ot goal mi.”
I want you to love me.
“Tha mi a iradh or caal còre riam nar leadh a uile oiche.”
I want you to sleep with me in our bed every night.
“Orson a còrrdb de ar beha.”
For the rest of our lives.
I was plunging into her a moment later, pulling her body to sit up with mine because she didn’t get to say that if I wasn’t inside her, dragging that breathless whimper from her chest as my dick hit just right. “Nìrr mi ubh, Moh Dhóches,” I breathed into her skin, lifting her and slamming her back down with no more gentle patience.
I will, my fate.
“Furich mi!Furich mi!” she cried, grinding her hips in time with my thrusts.
I would. Goddess, I would every day and night until my very last, I would.
CHAPTER 31
Morella
Killian’s body,warm, but heavy, sprawled across my chest as he finally slept. I squirmed, adjusting my wings and lifting my head with a pillow as he passed out entirely. I didn’t think he’d meant to fall asleep.
The stubborn ass was planning to stay awake forever, just waiting for Céad to come slice my throat and take me from him for good. I smoothed his red hair back from his face, admiring the few freckles across his cheeks and neck. I grinned like a fool in love because this was what I’d wanted, what I’d waited for and convinced him we could have together.
Kissing his hair, I adjusted him further, gently lifting his head to rest below my breasts so I could actually breathe. I reached for the thirteenth book in the Language of the Changelingfae series and opened to my current place, held for me by a long strip of crimson ribbon.
This final volume was an assortment of many subjects. It taught the Céaduah names for different animals in Revelry, climates, and weather systems. I was skimming over these words carefully, looking for anything that could relate to Killian. I’d said so many words at the edge of that cliff on so many chilledmornings—combinations of things that could lead to just one correct pronunciation of his true name.
I knew it was there—somewhere between the pages of those books was the key I needed to save my sister from a human death and my husband from losing his powers forever.
I absently stroked my fingers through his hair, covering us both before allowing Alista into our room to deliver two bowls of mutton stew and fresh baked bread. She took one look at our position and grinned with a knowing smirk, backing out of the room quietly. I heard her insistence in the hall, telling Fedir we were occupied and he’d have to wait to check on the state of my wounds.
All was as it should be, but the nagging in my head would not leave. I had a task and I had to focus. I loved my husband, and he loved me, and now was the time to prove how clever his wife truly was.
My stomach gurgled and I glanced longingly at the bowls of stew, but I wasn’t ready to wake him up just yet. I flipped to the next chapter and gasped at the footnote of the illustrations.
Morelli.
Mushrooms of all shapes and sizes littered the page, each with colorful details and defining features written in common and Céaduah.
Morelli.
Ofcourse.
