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When I’m satisfied that she has had enough, I can’t resist any longer and pull her into my arms, kissing her until we’re both breathless and the taste of myself has transferred to me.
“That would be oak tea mixed with the oolong,” I say and lean my forehead against hers.
“Oak?” Florence asks, fingers toying with my hands, lacing our fingers.
I nod against her.
“Based on overwhelming evidence, I’d venture to say that I’m a kind of woodland elf especially connected to oaks.”
Florence leans back and looks up at my face, my horns, then at the trunk of the oak tree behind her.
“That makes a lot of sense.”
“Now, let’s get you clothed before I go feral again. You have no idea how my sanity is hanging by a thread when you’re looking so tempting.”
Florence shimmies her shoulders, making her tits jiggle in a way that has me reaching forward, but she quickly grabs her sweater and slips it over her head, following it with a wink.
Chapter thirty-nine
Adelbert
“Baby, look!” Florence says breathily. Her hands cover her mouth and her eyes sparkle with absolute delight.
“Are those…?” I quickly button my pants and stand up.
“They are!” Florence exclaims as she runs toward the closest flower that has sprouted up around us. Crouching down, undiluted joy radiates from her as she gently traces the bioluminescent blue petals before hopping to the next flower and repeating the motion. Giggles chime from her like the sweetest song while she makes her way around the oaktree, greeting the numerous flowers and acknowledging their unexpected presence.
My heart nearly stutters to a stop with my sheer love for Florence, and I marvel that I get to call her mine.
The golden rays of the setting sun dance between the tall branches on the edge of the meadow and all around us, the trees sway on a light breeze, making the leaves rustle in applause. Goose bumps dot my arms and reach into the nape of my neck at the magical scene.
I walk over to Florence and wrap my arms around her. Not even tempted to mask my emotions, I let her read it all on my face—my joy, my love, my gratitude for her.
“These are the exact same flowers from the island that led me to you,” Florence whispers with glassy eyes darting all over my face. “The fates really think of everything, don’t they?”
“Surely, this is their way of acknowledging our mating,” I say, fairly certain I’ve figured out how they’ve orchestrated the events that led us to this moment.
I cradle her face and brush my thumbs across her cheekbones.
“I’m sorry if I was a bit rough back there, but I didn’t have much self-control. I did check in on your emotions when I had enough self-awareness, though the rut quickly took over and I had to claim you in a very primal way.”
Florence splays her fingers across my chest and pushes a hoard of emotions toward me. She patiently waits for me as I sift through all of them until I can identify surprise, arousal, fascination, marvel, and satisfaction.
“The way you fucked me back there was the hottest moment of my life. Your cock. Wow. The way you moved. Wow. If this is what it means to be mated to you, I can’t wait for the rest of our lives. I like feral Adelbert. You were a beast. And I wouldn’t change a second of that,” Florence says with total candor,reinforcing the emotions she sent me. The mere picture of her pinned beneath me has my cock twitching again.
I blink my lustful thoughts away, then trail a hand up one horn.
“Isn’t it ironic that my whole life I’ve been focused on looking composed and elegant, upholding the image that’s becoming of an Alberad. And now, I’ve turned into a beast with horns and a barky dick.”
“First of all, I love your barky dick. That thing is an A-plus penetration machine. Not that there was anything wrong with your previous one, but this one—” Florence gives me a pointed look, then looks at my crotch before looking into my eyes again. “That bumpy knot. Mm-hmm. The ridges. Yum. You didn’t even have to touch my clit before my orgasm barreled into me. I’m going to have to drink so much water tonight. Not that I’m complaining,” she quickly adds. “Also, oolong tea cum with notes of oak. There’s nothing better. You might just make me addicted to drinking straight from you instead of a cup in the morning.”
“Stop.” I laugh and lean my forehead against Florence’s. “You’re going to make me hard again, and I know you must be sore. I plan to have you soak in the tub while I prep dinner before I can even think about touching you again.”
Florence skims her fingertips along the skin above my waistband, taking extra care to caress the raised patches of bark. She leans back to look at me. Her brows knit, and her voice turns serious.
“Thank you for sharing your fears and worries with me. For verbalizing your introspection and bringing me along your emotional journey. It gives me insight into where you are at emotionally and mentally, and I appreciate how hard you are working to communicate clearly with me.”
My mouth tips up into an easy smile for my mate.
