Page 48 of Willow and the Wraith

“There isn’t any furniture,” he warned her.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

He laughed and lifted her into his arms, carrying her back into the house, determined to justify her confidence in him.

He did.

A long time later he held her close as they curled together on the built-in window seat that had turned out to be the perfect height, filled with a sense of peace and belonging he’d never known before. He was home at last.

EPILOGUE

Three months later…

A stray beam of sunlight woke Willow not long after sunrise. The restoration work on their room had been completed but she had yet to put up any curtains, enjoying the sunshine that flooded the room all day long. All of the main rooms had been finished, and they were gradually working their way through the others. Wraith had insisted on hiring help - very carefully vetted help - for a lot of the work, even though she’d assured him she was happy to tackle it.

He’d found gardeners too, a female pair who were now living in the set of rooms attached to the greenhouse and who were working wonders on the overgrown gardens. They shared her vision of restoring order without losing the charm of the previous wilderness.

I need to see them today about the fountains, she thought as she snuggled against Wraith’s side. They’d discovered a surprising number hidden amongst the tangle of bushes and vines, and she was determined to restore every one.

She tried to go back to sleep but even though she’d been lethargic in the mornings for the past few weeks, today she felt unexpectedly energetic. She was tempted to get up, but Wraith was still asleep and he didn’t like waking up alone.

Since she understood that only too well, she wasn’t going anywhere until he woke up. Of course, there was nothing to prevent her from hurrying that process along. Smiling to herself, she slid down under the thin sheet. Enough sunlight made its way through the fabric for her to see quite clearly. She smiled again at the sight of that thick cock, heavy against his leg, his frills relaxed along the sides.

She leaned closer and blew gently across the head and it immediately began to respond. She took him in her mouth, still large even in this state but less of a challenge than he would be when he was fully erect, and sucked gently. He grew with gratifying speed, filling her mouth until her lips were stretched wide but she did her best to maintain the gentle suction, occasionally stopping to flick her tongue across his frills, now fluttering wildly.

He still hadn’t moved, which surprised her a little, but it meant she had more time to play before he woke and took control. He rarely let her do this for long, claiming he couldn’t last long with her mouth on him.

Determined to test that theory, she closed her hand around as much of his shaft as possible as she drew him a little deeper. He stiffened, his cock jerking in her hand, but when she tugged the sheet back far enough to see his face, his eyes were still closed. Excellent. Stroking him more firmly, she worked the head of his cock with her lips and her tongue, sucking hard one moment and swirling her tongue gently around him the next.

He was breathing faster now, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his eyes remained tightly shut. His cock grew even harder, and then his fingers tangled in her hair. Instead of pulling her away as she expected, he held her steady as he began to thrust, almost too much for her to take but she did her best to meet each stroke.

She adjusted her grip, her fingers sliding between his frills, and he groaned her name.

“Willow,” he rasped.

She hummed in response, unable to speak, and the vibration pushed him over the edge, his hips jerking wildly as the first pulse of seed hit the back of her throat. His hand tightened in her hair and she swallowed eagerly as he flooded his mouth.

He loosened his grip as his body slowly relaxed, stroking her hair before pulling her up into his arms.

“You were awake all along, weren’t you?” she accused playfully.

“Did you really expect me to be asleep?”

Even his current happiness hadn’t changed the habits of a lifetime. He still didn’t sleep much, but he came to bed with her every night and remained there until she woke. If he had to leave for an early meeting, he would kiss her awake long enough to say goodbye. Those meetings were occurring more frequently now that Conran had appointed him as an advisor, but this morning he was all hers.

At least he was until a small green head poked around the door.

“Are you awake yet?” Sooni asked.

“No,” Wraith said firmly. “And Willow needs her sleep. I put a bowl of fruit on the kitchen table for you if you’re hungry.”

The little girl gave a theatrical sigh, then grinned and raced away as Willow tried to stifle her laughter.

‘You forgot to lock the door again. It’s a good thing she didn’t show up five minutes earlier.”

“An oversight I intend to take care of immediately.”

She watched his muscular body admiringly as he walked over and locked the door, the sunlight picking out the shifting colors in his skin. When he turned back, the purple sparks burned in his eyes.

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