Page 68 of How To Please A Princely Fae

“You are a greedy mate,” he tells me, slapping my ass with one hand, then jiggling it while I laugh.

“Are you complaining?” I say, nibbling at his chest.

“I am stubborn, not stupid,” he huffs, then drops his mouth to my neck.

It might just be the best night of my life.

When his fangs send fresh pleasure storming through me, I decide it’s definitely the best night of my life.

Epilogue

WILLOW

Four days.

We’ve been snowed in for four days—and I can’t remember a time in my life I’ve ever been happier. Ever.

We’ve had a lot of sex. I’m pretty sure my room reeks of it, and I’m not ashamed, not one bit.

But more than that, we’ve talked. About everything and nothing, his childhood and mine, our hopes and dreams, the most embarrassing things either of us have ever done, worst choices, worst lovers… we’ve covered it all, until we were hoarse and thirsty.

Though the thirst might also be due to physical exertion.

Who could say?

I could happily stay indoors like this, with him, for another week. Just us, in our little snow-globe cozy cottage.

Chirp, however, is fully sick of being indoors, so on the fifth day, I manage to throw a door open.

“It looks so different,” Kieran marvels, staring out at the white-cloaked world with wide eyes.

“Doesn’t it?” I poke him in the side as Chirp glides away into the woods beyond the greenhouse.

He doesn’t respond, and I turn my gaze slowly towards him.

“You’ve never seen snow,” I finally say, realizing what has him stunned. “Come on,” I announce, shutting the door and grabbing him by the wrist. “Let’s get you dressed. We’re going out to explore.”

He follows without argument, letting me fuss over him as I try to find something, anything, that will keep him as warm as possible.

I like fussing over him.

I don’t think he’s ever had anyone truly care about him. His friends Ga’Rek and Caelan do, in their own ways, but from everything he’s told me, him being royalty and, well, the spawn of the Unseelie queen didn’t necessarily lead to the most healthy of friendships.

I think I’ll make it part of my mission in life to do all the fussing he’s missed out on.

“You sure you won’t be too cold?” he asks, voice muffled by the huge banket I wound around his neck and shoulders in an incredibly oversized approximation of a scarf.

“I am built for the cold,” I tell him, slapping my own ass through my thick wool coat.

“No, you’re built for me,” he says seriously. “Perfect for holding tight, perfect for making love to all night… and most of the day.”

“Stop it,” I squeal as he reaches for my breasts. “We are getting out of the house today. We have snow-day things to do.”

“Like get cold?”

I raise an eyebrow at him as I tug my thickest dragon scale gloves on. “But think of how nicely we can warm up together,” I say.

“In that case—” Kieran scoops me up into his arms, stomping back to the front door and carrying me over the threshold into the snow.

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