Page 37 of How to Keep a Fae

I press a kiss to her forehead, her cheeks, her cute little button nose, and then to her lips once more. “I don’t know how. But we shall find a way. Until then, take no risks.” We are not mated. I’m a human nobody. She is a fae. Yet, my heart recognizes she is my one. “I won’t survive losing you.”

“Don’t say that,” she whispers, her tear-ravaged eyes searching mine, looking for answers I don’t have.

When I next kiss her, she opens sweetly. I pour all my love for her into the kiss, keeping it gentle.

Her tears fall the whole time.

I lift my lips and press my forehead to hers. “My injuries are minor. I do not need to take your blood. We can just lay here together in your nest.”

“Please,” she says. “Please love me. Please make me forget what is wrong and remember what is right. The times when we are together are memories to cherish. August is not here, but through you, I feel like, in a small way, he still is.”

My resistance crumbles. I’ve heard mated alphas talk about how they live to serve their omega. Today, I understand what that means in the deepest, most profound ways.

Adaline is hurting. I cannot take her hurt away, but I can serve her… I can gift her my love.

I set her on her feet. Help her strip from her clothes and settle her in the middle of her nest before I likewise strip down.

Her pretty eyes glisten with the sheen of more tears as she watches me.

She sighs when I come down over her, wrapping me in her arms and legs.

I purr. Letting her drive this however she needs.

“Love me,” she whispers against my ear.

I kiss her cheeks, her chin, her throat, her rosy nipples, down her belly, and up again to the delicate line of her collarbone. Then I kiss each arm down to her fingertips and kiss them, too.

I kiss every part of her like it is the first time, but also like it might be the last.

I coax her slowly toward passion, watching her response, listening to her soft breaths, letting them guide me. When she is finally there, her pussy slick and her body restless with need, I slide into the hot, wetness of her sheath.

We both sigh, our arms wrapped tightly around one another. We fit perfectly together like this was how we were meant to be. Her heart beats against mine. A sense of intimacy cascades over me like a waterfall, washing away fears for tomorrow and leaving behind peace.

Home.

The word has always been a foreign concept to me. I was born in Bleakness, but I never considered that godless pit home. Then I came here, one of many alpha lads assimilated into the war machine, and I thought maybe this was home.

Today, I understand home is not an illusive place, but a state of being.

With Adaline, I will always be home.

I begin to move over her, my hips rocking, and Gods, it feels so good… she feels too good. She moves with me, our mouths joining, our hands seeking, caressing as I stroke deeply into her flesh with mine, letting her welcome me into her over and over.

Harmony.

Escapism.

A moment of clarity before we must step out into a harsh, uncertain world.

The pleasure builds slowly. When her tight pussy fists over me, and I come, it feels like I’m reborn.

We lay tangled and sweaty in the nest. I purr for her and stroke her hair. No one summons us, and we make love again.

But like all moments, this one must end.

She sobs piteously.

I pray this is the last time I must love her alone.

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