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Allarion caught her hand and kissed the palm.
“I truly must ask your forgiveness,” he murmured into her hand. “I was careless. The triad should never have been allowed to ambush us. To get so close to you…”
“I’m not the one they wanted.”
But Allarion shook his head against her logic. “You are myazai,my heart. Your safety is my greatest desire and duty.” His brows drew together again, and Molly’s heart lurched to see tears gathering along his fan of lashes. “I failed you.”
“Never.” Leaning down over him, Molly claimed his mouth, pressing a fierce kiss to his lips. “You couldn’t fail me if you tried.”
He made a noise of disagreement, so Molly shushed him with another kiss.
“I always get what I want, remember?” she said softly. “I don’t want your guilt. I just want you.”
“My sweet mate. You honor me.”
Molly was convinced the honor was all hers. How a man like him, noble to his core and far kinder than he had any right to be, looked at her twice she’d never know, but she wasn’t about to question it. No matter what he and Bellarand claimed, she’d come close to losing him. How close…well, that didn’t warrant thinking about.
Whatever the future held, whatever else the Fae Queen might try, it didn’t matter. What did was that he’d come back to her. Just as he’d promised he would.
“Can you stand?” she asked. The forest may have done its part, but she wanted to get him tucked into bed, where she could properly look after him herself.
“I’d like to try.”
Molly pulled back the blankets, and Bellarand stooped to get one of Allarion’s arms over his withers. Together, they helped Allarion to his feet.
Standing, he pulled a great lungful of air into his chest as Molly wrapped her arms around his middle. “Thank you,” she said, to him, to the forest, to everything.
Allarion was fae, he was strange, and he was utterly hers. Molly would never take it, nor their extraordinary, magical life here, for granted.
He smiled softly at her before kissing her forehead. “You know I live to please you, sweetling.”
34
Some Months Later
Molly woke to the warm press of small kisses against her cheek and a hot cock sliding against the curve of her backside. Grinning into her pillow, she pretended to sleep for a few moments longer, enjoying the gentle way her fae caressed and held her. This was her favorite way to be woken up—and his favorite way to do it.
She could feel how warm and wet she was between her legs already; he’d been at it awhile, apparently. Molly felt the magic sparkling along her skin beneath the covers, teasing at her inner thighs and mons. One of his hands gently plucked at her breast as his magic made soft passes just above her clitoris.
His lips buzzed against her bare shoulder as he rumbled. “Molly, are you awake?”
“Maybe.”
Another rumble, far more pleased this time. “Did I wake you? Forgive me, sweetling.”
She snorted a laugh. “You’re not really sorry.” Not when he did it most mornings and on purpose.
“No, I’m not.”
His big hand reached under her to hold her head, and he turned her face up for his kiss. Molly sighed into his mouth, letting herself be moved and adjusted just so. His other hand hooked her behind the knee, lifting to secure it over his thigh. She sighed again at the delicious stretch in her thigh and back—and in her cunt as he pushed inside.
“Good morning, my darling,” she whispered to him.
There wasn’t a better sight in this world or the next than that of her handsome fae, purple eyes glittering down at her in the morning light. That determined, almost smug grin that teased at his lips fascinated her, and she traced it with her thumb as he pushed deep. His silvery hair spilled over his shoulder as he leaned down to kiss every freckle on her cheek.
“My sweet mate,” he crooned, “the sun rises later and later for jealousy of seeing your beauty.”
Molly, with her thighs spread under the blankets, might have laughed again had his magic not begun to swirl around her clitoris. A deep, satisfied moan worked up her throat, and Molly lay still, letting him do as he pleased—for what pleased him most was making her weep with pleasure.
