Page 123 of The Silent Mountain
“You cried first.”
We stare at each other before chuckling. “You are right,” he says. “It just truly dawned on me how close I came to losing you and Elio. While you were gone, I did everything to remain focused and sane.”
“I knew you wouldn’t give up and would find us,” I say. “That’s why I didn’t give up either.” I gaze at my hand again. “Do you think I could use a prosthetic?” I ask. “I know it’s not going to replace my hand, but maybe for my balance and overall body feeling, it would be good.”
“We can try everything you want,” he assures me. “I will reach out to our allies and see what kind of options we have, if that’s what you prefer.”
He is truly leaving it completely up to me. “You really don’t mind,” I say more to myself than to him. He really doesn’t mind if I have a prosthesis or if I leave it the way it is. He will accept me either way. I turn over to straddle his hips, smiling when he grabs my waist. Yellow flashes in his eyes, a clear sign that he is very much intrigued.
“How gross am I?” I ask. “Or do I need a bath first?”
Something tells me that he wouldn’t give a fuck about me bathing or not, but to my relief his answer aligns with what I want. “You were bathed,” he says. “Your mother did it.”
“Wait a moment, my mother? She is here?” I snort. “You didn’t think about telling me?”
“I forgot,” he says.
“You forgot? What else did you forget?”
“Well, Ludwig survived but will need someone to watch over him. I was thinking he could proceed with training with you once you are both up to it. Cassie stopped the curse and got a new hair color. I made up with Stefan–it was exactly like you thought. Also, he is in love with Erin, or something like that. I didn’t enquire further. Oh, and I met your nixe friend, Lorelai.”
I gawk at him. “I was only gone for a day!”
“Well, weird things happen when you aren’t around,” he says evenly. “Clearly you can’t leave, ever.”
“I see that now,” I say with a smile. “And the person clad in that coat made of feathers?”
“He got away,” Favian admits. “But Elio drew a picture for us. Favia can’t sense his presence anymore, but we will be on alert. She thinks we can finally take a breath and rebuild the clan.”
It doesn’t sit right with me that our main attacker got away, but judging by the creepy feeling I got when watching him, it might be better that we didn’t have to take him on. Hopefully, destroying his base weakened him enough that he has to recover for a while or rebuild his base somewhere else. It gives us valuable time.
“And now?” I ask him, gazing down at him with what I hope is an innocent expression.
Favian is still holding me by my waist, while his thumbs are brushing over my stomach. “You tell me,” he says, equally faking innocence.
“I guess you are naked, and I am naked, so it would be a missed opportunity not to take advantage of that moment.”
“I love your strategic mind,” he says seriously.
“Does that mean I am more strategic than Stefan?” I tease.
“You are definitely more attractive than him,” he replies with a serious expression.
The look on his face makes me laugh, my body vibrating, until Favian groans. “That’s torture,” he says.
“I will make it better,” I promise, adjusting my position slightly until I can feel his hard cock between my legs. If I had doubts about him finding me attractive before, I now know I have nothing to fear. This man is clearly still hot for me. His hands move to my ass, lifting me up just enough to position myself. I use my good arm for some balance, keeping it on his chest, while he snaps his hips upwards, entering me in one go.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Too fast?” he asks, worried.
“No! Continue,” I demand.
Favian keeps fucking me while I meet his movements halfway. I have never done this position before, but it feels so liberating and empowering to be on top and riding my mate’s dick, setting the pace myself. Favian obviously enjoys it too. One of his hands keeps supporting me for balance, while his other moves to my breasts, squeezing them before pinching my nipples. I tense my muscles around his cock, making him groan. “Fuck, Alana, you are a goddess.”
“Good to know that with one or two hands, I can still make you come,” I say. When he stares at me, I blink. “Too early for jokes?”
He grins. “No, but I am intrigued by the things you say. Next time, I want to fuck your pretty mouth.”
