Page 85 of Yearning For Her

Her brow furrowed as her knees fell outward. “What are you doing?”

“I am caring for my mate,” he announced.

“That’s actually really sweet.”

“Hmm. Perhaps that’s you leaving your mark upon me.” Kian stared down at her sex. Temptation won over. He swiped his finger up along her folds, gathering his seed, and pushed it into her. Willow’s breath caught, and her sex tightened. He withdrew his finger.

“What do you mean?” she asked a little breathlessly.

Let that be enough, Kian.

His seed would not take. He wouldn’t let it. But there was a primal satisfaction in having it all inside her, a bestial pride he could not deny.

Kian ran the washcloth over her inner thighs. “I’ve spent so much time with you, Willow. It’s only natural your sweetness would influence me.”

Willow snorted.

He glanced up at her. “You don’t believe me?”

“Not really.”

“Call me a liar, mortal. Call me a fool,” he said, moving the cloth over her sex. He gently pressed down on her clit. Her breath hitched, and he held her gaze. “So long as you call me yours, I don’t care.”

Her expression softened, though her eyes were solemn as they stared into his.

Wadding the washcloth up, he tossed it onto the floor. When he grasped the covers and tugged, Willow lifted her backside, allowing him to peel the bedding down. She slipped her feet beneath the blanket and scooted down to rest her head on her pillow.

Kian crawled up beside her. With wings folded down along his spine, he lay on his side behind her, wrapped an arm around her middle, and pulled her body flush to his, tucking her ass against his groin. He drew the covers over them. Brushing his nose through her hair, he inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent.

Willow smoothed her palm along his forearm until her hand rested atop his. She yawned, and with a little wiggle, nestled more snugly against him. His cock twitched.

“Ignore that,” he muttered.

She chuckled. The movement of her ass against his shaft certainly didn’t make it any easier to control himself.

“We didn’t use protection,” she said.

“You’re safe. Fae don’t carry disease, and my ilk can only conceive babes when we will it. You’ll not carry my child until I allow it.”

“Okay. Wow. That’s…handy.”

He slid his hand up between her breasts to settle his palm over her heart. “Mmhmm.”

They lay like that for a time, Kian soothed by the steady, easy rhythm of her heart, until she asked in quiet voice, “Did you mean what you said, Kian? Are you mine?”

Kian drew her a little tighter against him and lifted his head, placing his lips close to her ear. “I am, Willow. Eternally.”

Twenty-Three

Willow opened her eyes to the dim, grayish light of dawn filtering through the sheer curtains of her bedroom window. Had she really slept that long? She blinked slowly as her awareness expanded and her memories returned. Lunch with Jamie; Lachlan, the compulsion, the assault; Kian.

Kian.

Are you mine?

I am, Willow. Eternally.

Her pulse quickened as those words echoed in her mind and wrapped around her heart, filling her with such hope. Did she dare believe them? Did she dare she believe that this man, this otherworldly, fae being, was hers and hers alone? It seemed too fantastical to be true.

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