Page 39 of His Impossible Elf Mate
I rocked inside him as we both came.
His tears were no surprise. “I didn’t know,” he gasped.
“Knots can be made with magic. Everything else we can figure out.”
Axel clasped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You won’t mind that the baby won’t be yours?”
“They will be mine because they will be yours. Everything of mine is yours just as all of you is mine.”
“T—“
“No, we have been given a gift. Before we would have had to adopt a shifter child. This way you can use a donor. We can have an elf child with a surrogate…” I was getting carried away with myself. Creating a fantasy life.
“It’s a beautiful dream,” Axel said wistfully, almost as if he was seeing the same mental picture as me.
“I will make it a reality. I swear it. You will have a child, I promise.”
Abrocaelum
Axel
When I woke from a night where T demonstrated just how able he was to act like an alpha with three rounds of sex where he knotted me each time, I found him standing at the side of the bed, looking at me.
He was dressed in his fanciest elven clothing. A turquoise blue tunic which matched the color of his eyes, embroidered with golden thread, his family symbol in the middle. The pants he wore were tight fitting, showing off the shapely length of his legs and highlighting his muscular thighs. His long, beautiful, platinum blond hair was tied in several complicated braids, with clasps made of gold decorating him.
In short, he looked otherworldly, expensive, out of reach.
Until he smiled at me. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake, dear one. Can you escape your duties for the day?”
“Uh, maybe?” I framed it as a question. It really depended on what he wanted us to do.
“I would like to take you to Abrocaelum.”
Those words had me shooting upright, ready to spring for the bed. “Are you serious? Let’s go!”
Teárlach chuckled. “Please, calm down. Shower first. I’m sure you would like to make a good impression on my people. You will want to dress… nicely… there is something we must discuss first.”
“Oh-kay,” I said, sitting back on the bed.
“All is well, Axel. Please tell your family where you will be going and get yourself ready. Then we can talk on our way to the portal.”
“So it’s nothing bad?” T seemed to be nervous.
“I do not think so. Perhaps you will have a different opinion.”
Intrigued, I picked up my phone. “I’m going to call Chase and text Dalton. Would you grab us some breakfast?”
Seeing I wanted some privacy, T went into the kitchen area.
He called our house a hut, but it was a tiny one bedroom home. It had a compact kitchen living area, a bedroom big enough for a full sized bed—a necessary item with shifters—and a decent bathroom.
Texting Dalton was first on my list.
Axel: Won’t be in the office today. Anything pressing then ask Chase. Back tomorrow.
He didn’t take long to reply.
Dalton: Everything okay?
