Page 55 of The Silent Mountain
Favian doesn’t need a second to act. He grabs me by my waist and turns us around so I am pressed against the wall. His breath is so hot, his touch burning my skin in the best way. I don’t feel cold in the arms of my dragon beast. Favian’s lips claim what’s his, starting with my lips, before moving to my neck and sucking at the spot that’s one day going to carry his mark. It sends tingles down my spine and directly to my core. He must have noticed my reaction because his lips curl into a smirk.
There isn’t much fabric between us, and his hands make it easily under my nightgown. I didn’t expect to react to his touch the way I do. Tingles erupt through my body, a moan leaving my lips when Favian’s hand moves between my legs. With his teeth, he moves my gown down to reveal my breasts, sucking at one of them.
“I cannot lose you,” I say. “Please, Favian, whatever you do, stay with me or take me with you.”
“There is no way I am going anywhere,” he snarls, his eyes flashing once more into reptile eyes. “We aren’t going anywhere.”
He grabs me tighter, kicking the balcony door open and carrying me to our bed. Once there, I finally get rid of my nightgown, not ashamed to reveal my body to him. His eyes linger on me for longer than a moment. “You are so beautiful, I don’t have words for it,” he says, his voice darker and more intimidating than usual. But fuck, it’s hot!
“It’s your turn,” I demand.
Favian obliges, pulling his pants off and revealing his full nakedness to me. He is like a sculpture. Everything about him is utter perfection. When I first saw him, he was emaciated due to the years of imprisonment and coma, but he has filled out his muscles again and is obviously back to his old glory. My eye wanders down his chiseled chest to his hard erection. Yes, hisfullglory!
Ros uses the moment to push forward. “We want you,” she snarls.
“Is that true?” Favian asks.
I push my wolf back to look him directly in the eye. “We want you,” I repeat. “Ros and I both do. What about you? Do you want me?”
“I have wanted you ever since I first met you,” he says. “I just couldn’t admit it at first and didn’t want to push.”
“Thank you for giving me the time I needed,” I say, getting up on my knees and slipping closer to him again. He is standing at the edge of the bed, his eyes glinting when my hands move over his chest. I can feel the muscles under my fingertips, his breath becoming more rapid when I kiss his chest. Once more, he grabs me by my waist and pushes me back, this time kneeling above me.
“I can only sleep with you if I can mark you,” he tells me. “I don’t think I could control my beast, and I don’t want to hurt you by marking you against your will.”
I am about to tell him he can mark me, but he shuts me up by kissing me. “I know what you are about to say, but we are doing it the way you want and need it,” he says. “This here already means the world to me. And I know that when you are truly ready to let me mark you, it will be the most wonderful gift I will ever receive.”
Fuck, I am really falling in love with this man. When did that happen? I was mourning Ita and reluctant to meet my mate, and now I am here, just one step away from giving myself to him completely. But he is right; I want to do this in a way I won’t regret, and most importantly, that he won’t. I softly bite into his collarbone. “So, no sex tonight,” I say. “But how about this?”
I sit up, pushing him back until he is kneeling in front of me before I straddle his hips. “That’s…“ he starts, but his voice gets lost in another of these guttural sounds. I can feel his hand on my ass, gripping onto it tightly, his other hand moving between our bodies to touch my clit while I rub myself against his erection. His lips are back to exploring and teasing my nipples.
It’s been forever since I was intimate with someone, and I can’t believe how hungry my body is to be touched. Maybe it’s not a simple longing for intimacy but rather a longing for him. Whenever he touches me, it makes me want more. Almost desperately, I rub myself against him, noticing how he groans, his fingernails elongating while he presses me close to his body. There is a battle in his eyes with his beast constantly coming forward and being suppressed again.
Favian moves his hands slightly, suddenly pushing two of his fingers inside me. It makes me gasp and moan. This feels unlike anything I have ever experienced. A shiver goes down my spine, and then another one, until I find myself shaking with my orgasm. Favian follows suit, hot semen landing on my thighs and stomach.
Aine, I don’t want to know how intense it will be once I will have his dick inside me and make him mark me.
“You know,” Favian drops onto his back next to me. “You can never leave again. I won’t let you anymore. That ship sailed across the ocean.”
I chuckle. “What makes you think I would leave?”
He turns to look at me, his blue eyes staring right into my soul. “Will you stay?” he asks. “Here, with me. Forever.”
His expression doesn’t show it, but his eyes do. He is scared. He has lost so much, and I will certainly not become another person who betrays or hurts him. Reaching out my hand, I touch his cheek before leaning in to kiss. “I will stay with you.”
“I have really fallen for you, Alana,” he says, much to my surprise. “You are intelligent, strong, have a mind of your own, you are kind and so motivated in what you do. Whatever you do, you always give your all, whether it be introducing horse riding to the clan, getting us a senior witch or mingling with the clan members–you do it all.”
“I love doing it,” I admit. “I like it here, Favian. The dragons have been very nice, and I have made friends.”
“But what about your home?” he asks. “Don’t you miss it?”
It’s his anxiety speaking again, I can tell. He is scared that my homesickness will win over me and that I will pack my bags and leave. Something about this makes me sad. Not because he is questioning me like that, but because he has so little trust in good things happening to him and staying with him.
“Sometimes I miss my home,” I say. “My friends and my family, but it doesn’t mean that I will want to return. Of course, I might want to visit them occasionally, but Favian, things have been changing ever since Azadeh arrived. Now, my brother is king, and she is queen. My brothers had the curse on them broken and have set out on their own adventures. There is no saying that Flinn will want to return from the human realm. And he is not the only brother who left for his own journey. All my siblings are searching for their path. The Silent Mountain and the dragon shifters happen to be my path.” I take his hand to place it on my chest. “I feel warm when I think of these lands and feel like I belong. I love having a task. I didn’t know how much I missed having one until I came here and helped you with rebuilding the kingdom. It fulfills me, itisme, and the shifters here accept me the way I am.”
He brushes his fingers through my hair, gently tugging a strand of it behind my ear. “The Warrior Princess with the fiery hair,” he says softly. “The most unusual queen to ever reign our lands.”
“You want me to reign with you?” I ask.
