Page 100 of Heartsong
Anna yelped, body going rigid as she came. She was glorious in her release, hair wild, thighs trembling, pretty lips open wide just as they’d been sucking on him.
His cock gave another angry kick in his hand, and Frey knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
The last of her release had hardly passed before he was dragging her to the edge of the bed. His movements lacked grace and patience, too far gone was he, but he did manage to get some of the lubricant in his hand before the bottle went clattering to the floor. Coating his cock messily in hard strokes, he snarled in pained pleasure to see how his mate’s sultry eyes watched him under heavy lids.
“Are you going to fill me up now?” she crooned to him.
“Oh, my mate,” he growled, throwing her legs over his shoulder and fitting his dripping cockhead to her entrance, “I’m going to stuff you full.”
She opened her mouth to say something else, but all that came was a gasp of delight as he thrust inside. She was just as tight and hot as he remembered, and he fought for every inch. Sweat broke across his brow by the time he seated himself to the root, and his wings trembled from the force of his need for her.
The pressure at the small of his back drew tighter than a bowstring, and his bollocks had long since drawn up in anticipation. He meant to give her a moment to adjust, but his infernal minx of a mate smiled prettily up at him and cupped her breasts in her hands, pert nipples peeking between her fingers.
Hissing his pleasure, Frey drew back his hips and slammed inside. He was too far gone for a steady rhythm, and the room filled with the wet slap of their bodies meeting in a furious dance. Her breasts bounced in her hands as he pumped inside her again and again and again, chasing down his release.
It came with all the gentleness of a lightning bolt sizzling down his spine. Frey’s fangs flashed as he roared and pulled her legs apart. He spilled in pearlescent ropes across her cunt and belly, lashing her with his spend. With the last of his coherence, he splayed his hand across her mons and pressed a thumb against her soaked clitoris.
Anna’s cries rang in his ears for hours after, and Frey was more than content.
It took some time and some learning, but Frey was sure he spent a little less of each day in stone sleep. At first it was just a feeling from observations he made when he woke or solidified. The rooms were brighter, the sky different shades.
When the phone Anna had procured for him came and she taught him the basics, Frey tracked what time he was taken by and released from stone sleep. It was soon apparent that he no longer kept with the exact moments the sun rose and fell.
Yes, it was only a few minutes’ difference, but they meant a handful of extra moments with his Anna.
And over the next week, as he lay beside his mate and cooked for her and laughed with her and made love to her, those minutes grew. They were small, but they were something. And even though such chipping away at the curse would take a long while, if this was how it was to be, he could be content with that.
For it meant, one day, he would have the day. One day, the curse would be no more and all of him would be Anna’s.
27
During the afternoon lull, Anna discreetly pulled her phone out from under the desk and typed out a quick message.
It was June Parkhurst’s second-to-last visit to the museum. She’d almost finished up her surveys and photographs and would be handing in her findings soon to Carrie and Gavin. While Anna didn’t love having to stay late, she would actually kind of miss seeing the art historian. Even though she’d never admitted to anything about that night, there was still a sense of camaraderie having gone through it with her. She liked the woman’s dry humor and sensitive manner, too. June couldn’t know that the statues were living beings, but she still treated them as if they were alive, with compassion and sensitivity.
A countdown had begun in Anna’s head; if she was going to get any more information from June, whatever it may be, it needed to be soon.
In the meantime, Anna couldn’t resist typing out a few more messages for her stony boyfriend.
Her cheeks heated reading the messages back, and she squeezed her thighs together to try relieving some of the ache.
She hadn’t exactly had sexting in mind when she got him the phone, but it was too delicious of an opportunity to waste. At first, she’d used the text messages and voicemails to let him know about her day, anything out of the ordinary, and if she’d be late. Even if he didn’t receive the messages until he woke, it still gave her a sense of comfort to be communicating with him.
It hadn’t taken her long to throw in a few flirty messages, too. The temptation was too much.
They were in that sweet spot of new relationships, when everything was sweet and sexy and time together was never enough and time apart was too long. It was all soft caresses and deep kisses and whispers across pillows.
She knew the lovey dovey phase didn’t last, but what she had now with Frey was better than all her past experiences and relationships combined times a hundred. Her heart sang when she walked in the front door to see him there. Her days went by interminably slow without him, though it made coming home to him and their evenings together that much sweeter. She was almost becoming nocturnal, not wanting to go to sleep and miss out on time with him. He was the responsible one, insisting she sleep.
It was amazing and Anna never wanted it to end—making that he turned to stone all the more difficult. She hated it. She hated that the damn curse wouldn’t break. Frey told her not to worry, that he thought he was spending less time in stone sleep minute by minute. That one day the curse would lift.
Anna wasn’t patient like that. She tried to take heart and believe as he believed, but she couldn’t shake the worry that she was doing something wrong. Not enough.
So she tried to make the most of every second, to gorge on him and lavish him with affection.
She knew she couldn’t force herself to be in love—Anna always hated being told what to do, even by herself—but with him, it didn’t feel forced. When she let herself, falling for him was just so easy.
But what if my love isn’t enough?
