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I glance at Oleander, who’s snoring softly next to me. “Yeah. I guess we did. It’s pretty warm and cozy here.”
“I can imagine,” he sighs wistfully. “It would be pretty romantic if I weren’t stuck with Zeph and Hawk.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at his two best friends. “Anyway, I think we’re all ready to go if you are.”
“Sure. Yeah. Sorry about that.” I rub my tired eyes. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I tell Leo.
I lean over and gently attempt to wake Ander, kissing his little pink nose. “Let’s get back to my mom’s house. I’ll spoon you some more.”
“Naked,” he demands, voice gruff with sleep, and his eyes still closed.
“Leo’s right here, babe,” I deadpan.
“Oh.” Oleander’s eyes pop open, and he pulls the blanket over his head. Leo laughs softly before leaving us to gather our things.
I pull the blanket down when Leo’s gone. “I can definitely oblige with that request, my prince,” I whisper into his ear before nipping at the tip. I stand and offer him my hand. I’ve never felt such happiness in all of my life. I’m truly content, and it’s all because of this beautiful, sleepy-faced fairy prince before me.
It was a fun weekend packed with ice skating, sledding in Mom’s backyard, classic movies on the couch, and Starbucks. Lots and lots of Starbucks. I’m worried about what Gaia will do without her three-times-a-day fix when we get back to the academy.
Even though I had an amazing trip and loved spending time with my mom, I’m ready to get home to Faerie, where I can comfortably and truthfully be who I am, including using my magic and connecting with nature in the way that my body and soul now need.
We say our goodbyes to my mom, and I leave a small gift box on the coffee table for her to open later. It’s a charm bracelet with the black tourmaline from my father’s pendant, a small silver lightning bolt, and a few lavender flowers. They all represent my new life in Faerie, and I hope the tourmaline is able to protect her. I can handle myself now; she’s the one who needs it. I leave a small note telling her how much I love her and that I promise to return soon with Ander. I also promise thatI’ll keep in touch better with texts and video calls, which I fully intend to do. We’ll have weekly Facetime dates if I have anything to say about it.
I think we all feel the relief the moment we step foot back into Faerie. As fun as that was, it felt oppressive not to be able to use my magic. Like I’m denying a vital part of myself.
“Thanks for taking us with you, Skyler and Oleander,” Gaia says gratefully. “It was an experience I will never forget and one I’ll tell my children and grandchildren about.”
“You’re welcome, Gaia.” I give her a tight squeeze, squishing her tiny frame. “Thanks for being your sweet self. I know my mom adored you.” My eyes dart to the quiet Nerine. “Same goes for you.”
“It was an honor to be trusted enough to be brought home to meet your mother and see your world. It is nothing I take lightly, Skyler Fairfield. I won’t forget it.” Zephyr holds a fist to his heart before walking off toward our dorm. His locs are pulled into a high ponytail that cascades down his back, and his broad shoulders stretch the thin black T-shirt as far as it can possibly go. It’s near freezing out here, but Zephyr doesn’t care. He says the wind insulates and protects him.
I smile brightly as Leo steps up next, hugging both of us and thanking us graciously.
Hawk is last, and his genuine words give me pause. “Thank you for including me in your trip home. I’m sure you probably didn’t exactly want to, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I can’t imagine what you must be feeling or going through having to keep your life a secret from your mother but know this. Lies pile up. I’ve seen it. Not from Fae, but from other creatures. The truth is hard, but it’s what we stand for. And you, Skyler,areFae. Just think about that. Anyway, thanks again. Both of you. Good luck with exams, and have a great winter break if I don’t see youin the corridors before then.” Hawk turns to leave, and we both stand there, a little stunned by his thought-provoking words.
Is he insinuating I should tell my mother that I’m Fae?
No.No way. It’s not evenmychoice. It’s the law.
Whatever.At this point, I just want to get back to our suite and unpack. It was a hell of a weekend, and I’d like to end on a high note. I’m exhausted and ready for either my bed or Ander’s.
I wake to warm, wet suction around my cock, and I gasp at the erotic feeling of being woken up by a blow job. I whip the covers back to watch my boyfriend go to town on my morning wood.
Fuck.That’s amazing. His lavender eyes dart up to mine, pure love shining in their depths, and I detonate, load after load flooding into his mouth. My chest heaves, and my heart pounds erratically at such a sexy fucking wake-up call.
“Don’t swallow,” I pant, and he whimpers, some of my cum dripping from the corner of his mouth. I reach down and grab his T-shirt, pulling him up my body. “Kiss me, baby,” I say huskily before he slams his lips to mine, tongue-kissing me with my own cum. It’s salty and thick, and I nearly nut again as Ander moans into my mouth. I pull away, my cock hard and aching already. “Swallow,” I command, and he whimpers, obeying me easily and pressing a palm to his straining erection for some sort of friction.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, pecking him on the lips before I slip into the bathroom and freshen up, grabbing the jar of lube on my way out. Ander’s walking back in from the other bathroom when I return, a warm glow lighting up his cheeks and his dick-swollen lips.
I toss him the jar, and he catches it easily. “Your turn.”
“W-what?” He looks confused, like maybe I want him to prep himself, and as hot as that would be, I actually want him to prepme.
“It’s your turn to fuck me, baby.” I smirk and chew on my bottom lip, butterflies swarming my belly, but I trust him. I trust him completely.
Ander’s eyes become half-lidded, searing with heat, but he still ensures this is what I really want. “Are you sure you’re ready for something like that, Sky? I don’t want to hurt you.”
I love that he has concern for me, but I want this. I fuckingneedthis.
“It’s fine, Ander. I finger myself when I jack off sometimes. I can take it, I promise. Trust me like I’m about to trust you.” I crawl up the bed, lying on my back and bending my knees, exposing myself to him in a way I have yet to. His eyes darken with lust, and I know I’ve caught him.
