Denae walked to Con with Kellan by her side. “I told you I would take care of MI5.”
“So you did. With Rhi’s help, I hear. But I’m beginning to think you’d have done it on your own,” Con said.
“I would have.”
One side of his mouth lifted in a grin. “Welcome to Dreagan.”
And with that, he turned on his heel and walked away. Denae looked at Kellan who shrugged wordlessly.
“Let’s get to our rooms before the women find out you’re here,” he said.
Denae started laughing when Cassie’s voice could be heard shouting her name. Kellan grabbed her hand and raced her around the back of the house to enter through the kitchen. They ran up the stairs, not stopping until they were inside his room with the door locked.
He turned to look at her. “We’ve some talking to do.”
“Didn’t we do that on the plane ride over here?”
“I doona remember talking. I remember kissing, touching, and many orgasms, but no talking.”
Denae bit her lip as he approached. “Ah, yes. You may be right. I thought we did all the talking needed back in Texas.”
“There’s something else I need to ask you,” he said as he stopped in front of her and took her hands.
“I’m listening.”
Kellan hesitated a moment. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Denae rose up on her toes and kissed him. “We got that sorted already, remember?”
“Aye, but there is something else.”
Her smile dropped as she glanced at the floor. “I don’t know how long I’ll have with you since I’m mortal, but I don’t want to squander another second of it.”
“What if you had forever with me?”
Her eyes jerked to his face where his celadon gaze watched her carefully. “Forever?”
“Forever. Eternity. We could have that.”
“And the catch?”
“You agree to be my mate.”
She frowned. “You mean like get married? I don’t understand.”
“It is like a human’s marriage, but when a mortal agrees to become a Dragon King’s mate, they are marked with a dragon eye and given immortality as long as their mate lives.”
“So we could be together … always.”
He nodded eagerly. “However, you’re right. There is a catch. There willna be any children. No mortal has ever been able to carry a fetus from us to term, if they get pregnant at all.”
“But I’ll be yours, and you’ll be mine?”
“Aye, lass. Whether you agree to the ceremony or no’, I’ll always be yours.”
A burst of pure joy filled Denae. Kellan was offering her more than she ever thought she could have. And by the way he was watching her, the silly man actually thought she might say no.
“Let me see,” she said as she ran her hands up his arms. “You’re offering me eons by your side where I don’t age and have forever with your kisses and that gorgeous body for me to explore at my leisure? Hmm. My answer would be a definite yes.”
His smile was tight. “Are you sure? You did hear me about no children, aye?”
“I heard you. We’ll figure out something if the time ever comes where I feel the need to have a child, but I suspect you will always be enough for me.”
She was jerked against his chest and held tightly in his grip. To her surprise, he was shaking. She would never question the depth of his love.
Denae ran her hand over his back. Despite the threat of the Dark Fae, she had never known such happiness.
*
Con stared at the papers on his desk without seeing them. Another of his Kings had fallen in love. He couldn’t stop the apprehension that coiled tightly in his gut.
None of them should have ever felt love for the humans.
Ever.
The Silvers moving two years ago, followed closely by Hal falling in love with Cassie, and then Guy for Elena, and Banan for Jane had all been forgotten.
They had then focused on helping the Warriors fight the evil Druids while continuing to remain secret from the world. But the threat that showed itself in London was poking them again.
And this time the enemy had enlisted the help of MI5 and the Dark Fae. It was only normal that everyone would forget about something like the Silvers moving.
Never mind that the Silvers hadn’t moved for thousands upon thousands of years before that.
The Silvers were Ulrik’s. Could he have found a way to contact his dragons again? That couldn’t be possible. Con had taken all of Ulrik’s magic, including his ability to communicate with the Silvers.
None of the Dragon Kings understood the lengths he had to go to while ensuring everything they had worked so hard to achieve remained secret. And it was better if they didn’t.
Con looked at his mobile phone lying on the desk. Ulrik’s number was programmed in. Not that he’d ever used it, but Con liked to be prepared for any eventuality.
“Why not just call him?”