Page 89 of Brutal Fae King
I smile and wipe my eyes.
“Don’t worry, they’re happy tears,” I blubber.
He chuckles lightly and kisses my lips.
“There is another reason I did this,” he says. “Not just because the guards said you loved reading and were hoarding books—it’s because you never had the chance to read. You never had the chance to learn; it was all stolen from you when you had to flee the castle as a baby. You’re so inquisitive, Ebelor—you deserve to reach your full potential.”
Vicmar looks back to the library around us.
“This place taught me everything I know. Whatever it is you want to study, Ebelor, it’s here. If you want to study to become as knowledgeable a queen as Faevea ever had, you havethe means. If you want to master your magic, the best books in the country are merely a few sections over.” He looks back at me and smiles, running his hand up and down my cheek. “If all you want to do is relax and read your beautiful fiction, then I’ll light the fire and leave you to it. Whatever you want, Ebelor, I’ll be behind you.”
The tears fully overwhelm me, and a sob forces its way out of my throat. I can tell my tears are making him nervous, so I wind my arms around his neck and pull myself in close to him. After a second, I cry into his shoulder, but I turn and plant a kiss on his face.
“Y-you’re wonderful!” I weep. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”
“Good. I told you I wanted you to be happy here, and I meant it,” he murmurs to me.
He pulls me in even closer, and both his arms and wings wrap around me in one of his all-encompassing hugs. One arm winds around my lower back, and one around my mid-back, his hand resting between my shoulders. His wings blanket my entire back, still radiating warmth. It’s like the glow of a roaring fire, but I know that if there’s any burning, it’s happening between us.
“There is one more surprise heading your way,” he purrs. “It’s just not here yet.”
I give a desirous chuckle and kiss the side of his jaw, moving in toward his mouth.
“Are we sure I can’t make it come a little earlier?” I tease. “Now I’m in the mood?”
“Hm?” Vicmar grunts at first, then gives a light laugh. “Oh, I was genuinely talking about another surprise that’s supposed to be here!”
“Oh!”I laugh.
“But—”He growls, a wicked smile breaking across his face. “—if you insist, My Queen!”
His arms slide down and hook underneath my thighs. His wings support my upper back as he lifts me up so easily. I giggle, tightening my grip around his neck. He starts walking with me, and it’s like I weigh nothing, his lips feathering kisses down my neck. The tickling of his lips turns very, very quickly into pleasure that tingles up and down my body.
I feel him carry me over and place me down on something. As he slowly releases me, I place my hand down on the cool wooden tables. As I lean down, he towers over me and places his down on either side of my head. My head is boxed in by his strong arms, and I stroke my fingers up and down his muscular arms, giggling.
Vicmar gives a throaty laugh and then leans down. His lips touch mine—softly at first, but I grab his face and deepen the kiss. He moans gently on the end of my tongue. I’m the first to break the kiss and whisper into his ear.
“You’ve done so much for me…” I murmur. “What canIdo for you tonight…?”
He chuckles gently. He turns his face to look at me and kisses me on the cheek just before he answers:
“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done to make you happy,” he purrs. Then, he pulls my legs up, hitching them onto his hips. “So moan loudly for me tonight! Show me that I make you happy!”
I give an aroused giggle. His mouth moves to my neck, warm and wet, trailing down to my collarbone. As he keeps traveling down, pleasure boils in the back of my throat. But Imoan when that happens—loudly, unabashedly—and he gives a small sound of pleasure back.
“Mm… yes… Like that!” he moans. “Just like that! Moan for me!”
I keep going, but I find myself giggling—I’m so happy it’s surreal. It’s not just the pleasure; it’s the bubbling happiness moving through me.
I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, to feel light as a feather, glowing like a roaring hearth, deep in my heart. I root my fingers into his long, glossy hair as he traces his way down.
“I love you!” I gasp.
“I love you too,” he murmurs against my skin.
Sweeter words had never been spoken—nor in such a sweet way.
Epilogue - Vicmar
