Page 29 of Treasured By the Fae Royal

I think back to the interaction and realize she’s right. “Perhaps I did blush just a little. But can you blame me? The most beautiful female I’d ever met had just paid me a sweet compliment.”

She gives me a bashful smile, and the sound of nighttime insects swells louder as the breeze rustles the trees. We remain close with our arms wrapped around one another as the fireflies dance around us.

“What about the second time?” I inquire.

“The second time you blushed came very shortly after that first time. When I hugged you and kissed your cheek to thank you for saving my mother’s life.”

“Ah, I seem to remember my face growing a bit warm. Perhaps you are right, sweetling, though I daresay you are the only female who’s ever made me blush.”

I shift my hold on her and cup her face, admiring the way the ussha glow reflects in her eyes. The night thrums with magic and the promise of forever. I place a lingering kiss on her forehead and take a deep inhale of her delicious floral scent. She smells like lavender tea and honey.

“Miss Yvette Harmon, will you marry me?” I ask. Finally. Then I hold my breath as I await her answer. Gods, please let her say yes. Please let her agree to become mine.

She stares at me in silence for far too long, her expression completely neutral. Is she thinking about it? Or is she giving me a taste of my own medicine and teasing me?

Her eyes fill with tears, and she blinks rapidly, though she doesn’t appear stricken with sadness. Instead, her gaze suddenly brims with joy, and she nods in the affirmative.

“Yes, Prince Lucas Brossnin, I will marry you.”

“Oh, thank the gods.” A burst of happiness fills me, and I press my lips to hers. Clutching her face, I practically devour her as all the passion that’s been building inside me rushes to the surface.

Gods, how I ache to possess her, and I delight in her every little moan and whimper. She’s so responsive, this sweet human who has agreed to become mine.

Soon, we’ll be married. Mated.

How soon?

I don’t know much about human weddings, but I hope we can arrange for a quick ceremony in the next day or two. I can’t imagine waiting any longer. Given how fervently she’s kissing me back, I don’t think she’ll want to wait either.

I growl into her mouth as my cock swells larger and harder, and I savor her whimpers and moans. Delicious. Perfect. Gods, I adore everything about her.

At last, we pull part and stare at one another, panting breathlessly in the middle of the ussha-blessed forest. As I hold her close, I place soft, slow kisses to her cheeks and her forehead while smoothing my hands through her long, dark tresses. The scent of her arousal thickens in the air, a sweet enticing pungency that makes my mouth water and my cock stiffen further.

I draw back to meet her eyes and cup the side of her face. She sighs and leans into my touch.

“I cannot wait to make you mine, sweetling.”

CHAPTER15

YVETTE

As it turns out,when you’re a wealthy prince from the Summer Court, arranging an impromptu wedding ceremony is no big deal.

Only two days after agreeing to become Lucas’s wife, I find myself standing in an old, abandoned temple wearing a pretty white gown. The roof of the temple collapsed long ago, but the rubble has been removed to make the space open and beautiful.

Fresh flowers decorate every surface, and dazzling lights float along what’s left of the stone walls. In the field outside, fireflies, varrins, and derlotts roam freely, adding an extra layer of magic to the evening.

Dozens of long benches have been brought in, and Mama and Aunt Heather are seated in the front row. As for the other attendees, they’re all fae, and I don’t know any of them, but Lucas says it’s necessary for a good number of his people to witness our union.

The priestess utters a blessing and instructs us to face one another and hold hands. My heart races. This is happening. I’m about to marry Lucas, the Summer Court prince who won me over with his warmth and kindness. Tears burn in my eyes as I remember our first walk in the forest when he asked me how quickly humans usually fall in love.

Love. We haven’t said that word to one another yet, but I suspect it’ll happen soon. I care about him very much, and I know he cares about me. I can’t imagine spending my life with another male.

My life. Not for the first time since I agreed to marry him, I experience a thrill at knowing I’ll likely live for thousands of years, since I’ll absorb enough of Lucas’s magic to cause my lifespan to match his. How incredible. I think of all the adventures we’ll share and another thrill races through me.

Finally, it’s time for us to repeat our vows. Lucas carefully repeats his part, and his eyes gleam with affection as he holds my gaze and squeezes my hands. I strive to keep my voice steady when my turn comes.

“Prince Lucas Brossnin and Yvette Harmon,” the priestess says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. May the gods bless your union, and may you remain together faithfully until the end of your days.” Before she can instruct Lucas to kiss me, he pulls me close and presses his lips to mine, and the temple erupts in cheers and applause.

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