Page 160 of A Fate of Ice and Lies
“I’ve heard a rumor about that.”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
“He can’t cook,” he added.
“That could be a problem,” she said. “Especially when I’m huge and pregnant with some enormous fae baby that’ll grow to be twice my size.”
Teddy pregnant with my babe. That—that was more than I dared dream for. More than most fae dreamed of, but maybe fate would be kinder to us and would gift us a babe of our own.
“He’d rub your feet, though,” my best friend said. “He’d take care of you, be loyal to you. Pregnant or not, he’d give youanything you asked for. Don’t get me wrong, he has his faults”—he threw a grin in my direction—“but you couldn’t find a better male to spend hundreds of years with.”
She gave him a quick hug before she stepped into my embrace.
“How does hundreds of years together sound,mo elma?”she asked.
The way she called me her soul set my own soul aflame.
I cupped her cheek, and with our lips inches apart, I whispered, “Like a dream.”
My once shattered heart, mended with my greatest dream, Teddy, coming true. I had love, the forever soul-binding kind of love. And for the first time in my life, I felt whole.
Teddy wasa precious spark that had been absent from my life for over a hundred years. I hadn’t realized how I’d mourned that absence until I met her. Now though, now she was a love that grew and interlocked our hearts forever. She was a lifetime of being seen and understood and recognized for who we were.
A lifetime that would match my own.
My beautiful mate, who lay on her side next to me on the bed Ryenne let us use. She peered back at me through dark lashes that made her blue eyes stand out even more. I touched her smooth thigh, my fingers gliding up to move the shirt she’d borrowed higher.
Her eyes roamed over my bare chest, fixed on the muscles that sank beneath the waist of my underwear. I bit back a moan as those beautiful eyes roved over the outline of myhardened length. She licked her lips, slanted those eyes toward me, and I had to hold my breath to keep myself from arcing toward her from how desperate I was for her touch.
“You’re mine,” she said. Possessive and fervent.
I was on her in an instant, my mouth claiming hers while my fingers pressed into her hair, over her back. She met each of my kisses with her own fiery ones.
It wasn’t enough.
I broke our kiss only to rid her of the shirt she wore. Skin to skin, she pressed her breasts against me while my hands touched, explored, and worshipped. My touch prowled to the curve of her breasts where I teased her pebbled nipples.
She hissed, raking her own hands over my chest to my shoulders, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. She threaded those fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends as my breaths became ragged. I covered her nipple with my mouth, tugging and nipping with my teeth as my other hand slipped between her legs. She arched into my touch, a whimper escaping her slightly parted lips.
“So wet,” I purred, my finger slipping into her folds as she writhed on top of my hand.
“Elias.”
My name moaned from her lips burned through me like an open flame.
I knelt in front of her, gripped her thighs, and spread them before me. Her thighs trembled as I kissed and nipped a trail toward her folds, and then I licked her from base to peak. She hissed out my name again as I feasted on her. Tongue and teeth, I savagely savored her taste.
My tongue slipped into her, where she ground against me mercilessly, and I could smell how close her release was. Wasgrateful for it as my own built and built. But I wasn’t ready to finish. Not yet.
I slipped two fingers into her while using my tongue and teeth to tease the bundle of nerves that had her riding me harder. Her fingers gripped my hair and dug into my scalp as she panted. She clamped around my fingers, pulsing and screaming as her climax hit her, wave after wave.
“Shit,” she breathed out in a husky laugh.
Ignoring my throbbing length, I crawled on top of her and kissed her deeply. Her hand rubbed my cock and quickly went to work to remove my underwear. Once I was bared before her, she slid a single, trembling finger over my cock. Twirled that finger around the glistening tip.
The muscles in my arms trembled with restraint. The need to hold still for her so she could explore warred with the need to be inside her. Fill her.
She fisted me, her fingers tight around the base as she pumped me once. Softly, too softly. I growled.
