Drake’s off playing with several of the children at the edge of the green. They’ve devised a game of dodgeball, where he circles overhead with a soft cloth ball gripped in his talons. Whenever he lets it drop, the kids squeal and dart out of the way, trying not to get bopped on the head.
Rovann finishes his story to more laughter all around and a kiss from Olivia. Then Leyna starts her own tale.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.” I whisper, knowing Dravarr’s keen hearing will pick up my words. I tug open the collar of my tunic to show off the strap of a new bra. It’s a light pink, the only pink available using natural dyes.
I still don’t want anything bad to happen to my original set of hot-pink undies. They’re precious to me after everything we’ve been through together… and the way they make Dravarr growl sets my skin tingling.
When their elastic finally gives out, I’m thinking of framing and mounting them on the wall of our bedroom as a gift for him. That way he can glare at them anytime he likes.
“More of your infernal underwear,” he growls, his tusks brushing my ear and making me shiver.
“Underwear you can rip off, if you want.” I stand and look back over my shoulder at him, enjoying his shocked expression. Then I take off at a run.
A loud growl from behind me sets my heart racing even more than the exercise as I dart out of the village green, weaving around the wide trunk of a heart tree. My feet pound against the ground, his footsteps echoing behind me and spurring me on. He could catch me easily with those long legs of his, but he lets me make it almost to our cottage door before pouncing, dragging out the suspense.
I shriek as he sweeps me off my feet without missing a step. He shoulders through our front door and kicks it closed behind him. Not even waiting to get to the bedroom, he sets me down and strips the shirt over my head, my pants following quickly.
When I stand before him in my linen undies, he drops to his knees. A hot, wicked grin lights his face as he slides a tusk into the edge of my bra and tugs. It rips free with a tearing sound, and his mouth covers my nipples in hot sucks that make me rock forward into him, my body demanding more.
He slides down my stomach and presses a kiss to the front of the panties, right over my triangle of curls. “I can smell you, my bride. You’re already wet for me.”
My thighs clench as my clit tingles. So ready.
Dravarr tears the pink panties from my body, his growl of satisfaction almost loud enough to cover the ripping sound. “By the goddess, woman,” his voice is a hoarse rasp. “How I’ve longed to do that.”
“Show me how much.” I hold out my arms.
He surges upright, lifting me and carrying me into the bedroom, where he shows me exactly how much all night long.
Morning feels like a relaxed weekend instead of a harried workday. This is the first time we’ve had where we haven’t needed to be somewhere immediately upon waking.
I stretch, enjoying the pull of muscles tired from a long night of lovemaking. Rolling onto my other side, I face Dravarr.
He’s awake, as always. I’ve never been able to catch him sleeping—his senses are too keen.
I kiss him and curl up close, my shins pressed to the tops of his thighs. “Morning.”
“Morning.” He lifts the furs to cover my shoulder, then slides his hand up and down my back in a gentle caress.
“Mmm.” I nuzzle into his neck. “I love that.”
“I know.” He sounds a bit smug, but after last night, I’ll allow it. He made me come so hard, I literally saw stars.
His erection nudges my knee, and I’m seriously considering “breakfast in bed,” when the strangest feeling comes from my tummy.
“Oh.” I roll onto my back, my hand splayed across my stomach. What was that?
“Ashley?” He pushes up onto one arm, his voice alarmed.
“Shh, just a second.” I close my eyes and grip my necklace with my free hand. My magic sings within me, as beautiful as ever.
But also changed.
My eyes fly open to see my husband above me, a worried look in his eyes.
“It’s okay! I’m okay! I’m great actually.”
“If you don’t tell me right this second…” His green face scowls.