Page 89 of Heartsong
Frey kept such suspicions to himself, though, for that’s all they were. He would tell his Anna of them when he could put more of it into words. For now, he was more interested in the soft way she traced patterns across his chest.
Settling into the cushion of the couch, he splayed his wings wide and just enjoyed laying with his mate. Captain purred and Anna spoke softly of other ideas she’d had, of perhaps getting a car and going up the coast or somewhere remote so he could fly.
She filled the dwelling with ideas, and Frey could imagine it from her words. She spoke of the future, of ways that they could live. He ached with love for her, and more than anything, even more than the day and his kin, he wished for all the good things she spoke of and so much more to happen—for her. His Anna deserved everything he could give her, and it would be his life’s pleasure providing it.
The hour was late and Anna’s voice had gone raspy from overuse when Frey kissed her out of a doze and told her, “Time for sleep.”
She grumbled and made a fuss, throwing mock scowls at him as she brushed her teeth, but within a few minutes, she was prepared for bed and he’d cleaned up the remnants of dinner.
When he reached for her, she put her hand in his and tugged him toward the bedchamber. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
Frey gently squeezed her hand. “I will stay all night,fy nghalon.”
“And what’s that one mean?” she asked as she turned down the bed.
Frey climbed in after her, setting his shoulders against the wall and headboard. Anna curled into his side, head pillowed on his chest, and his wing draped over her as a second blanket.
“My heart,” he whispered into her hair.
A lusty groan preceded a wet kiss to the center of his chest. Palms splayed on his abdomen, she lifted herself to look at him, her brows furrowed.
“You keep saying things like that, and I…”
Might love you, too.
The unsaid words remained unsaid, but Frey didn’t despair. His mate was warm and safe in her bed, and even better, he was there with her. He could perish tomorrow a content male from that.
Anna dropped her head to press more kisses to his chest and neck, and while Frey could have let her go on all night like that, he pulled her face to his. “You need to sleep, my Anna—but first, will you let me make you feel good?”
A shy little smile lit her face. “You already make me feel good.”
She got a pleased purr for that, but, “Then let me make you feel even better. Let me touch you?”
Her next breath was long and loud, and for a moment Frey thought she might back down.
He should’ve known better.
“You’ve been talking a big game,” she blustered, even as she flipped onto her back. Her head settled in the crook of his shoulder, her hips and legs cradled between his. Laid atop him, his questing hands had perfect access to everywhere he wanted to touch and feel.
“Because everything I am is big.”
Her snort of laughter turned into a moan when his hands delved under the waist of her loose pants and met warm skin. His claws caught the hem of her shirt and lifted. He went slow, waiting for her to stop him, and his heart thudded with every inch the fabric slid higher.
“And everything I am is yours.” He growled the words into her skin as he revealed the rounded, rosy points of her nipples. Her heavy breasts stood proud in the soft darkness, and Frey’s purr rattled viciously in his chest while taking each in a hand. The heat of them nearly burned his palms, and he held their weight, thumbing her nipples and indulging in the exquisite softness of her.
“Ffyc,” he growled.
“Mmm,” she hummed, eyes slipping closed as he played with her, “what’s that mean?”
“That you are the most beautiful, most perfect creature I’ve ever seen.” He punctuated his words with gentle tugs to her nipples. “That I’d have waited another millennia for you.” Hands so full of her, he plumped the generous flesh before raking his clawtips over the delicate undersides. “That I’m going to suck on these every day of my life until the Otherworld takes me.”
Anna shivered in his arms, and one of her hands reached up to dig into his hair. Every time his purr gained in tempo, she arched and squirmed, drawing his attention to how she squeezed her thighs together.
Unable to let go of her perfect breasts completely, he kneaded one as his other hand strayed down the curve of her belly to her loose pants. His fingertips lingered over the waist, and he listened as Anna’s breaths grew harsher.
Finally, his claws strayed over that warm center of her, and he could feel her wet heat even through the fabric.
Into her ear he rasped, “Off?”
