Escaping Destiny (The Fae Chronicles, #3)

She smiles, unaware of how close she and Ristan had come to death. I sifted the entire party of warriors back to the Horde Kingdom within seconds of her landing in front of me. Taking no chances that the enemies who had been trying to creep into camp, could lay eyes on my beautiful woman.

She’s a weakness within me that I can’t explain. Her body grows ripe with my babes planted firmly within her. Never has a woman been more beautiful to me. The subtle change is there for the world to see, for Adrian to see.

Her breasts ripen as her once slim abdomen grows round. It’s there, even though she’s only a little way into the pregnancy. Twins. Only my warrior queen could gift the Horde with the blessing of twin heirs. I should have known nothing with Synthia would be done in half measure.

“You should get some rest,” I tell her, and watch as those beautiful eyes swing around to smile at me. She hates that I demand it, and I’m learning with her. “Lay with me, Pet. I’m in need of you.”

She smiles, and that wicked little twinkle enters her vivid eyes. I reach out, and pull her against me. She moans. My dick jumps at the noise; such musical sounds she makes when I’m fucking her deep and hard with my cock.

“I thought I lost you,” she whispers, and I tremble at the force her words have on me. She watched Ristan fight an image of me.

“Never,” I assure her. “I’ll never leave you.”

Never will I concede to death when she’s in my grasp. This beautiful creature is my match. She’s burrowed her way into my heart, and into my soul. Finding out she was mine, and was the one I’d been searching for in the Human world, was intoxicating. Watching her at my feet as she was given to me was the most exquisite feeling in the world.

I run my hand over her swollen abdomen slowly. Knowing my children were safe within her was exhilarating, and yet scared me. I could lose them all, if the fates are cruel. Ristan has seen her with our son, but he hasn’t seen the other child. Nothing yet, anyway, and it bothers me to even comprehend what it could mean. The possibilities scare me, and nothing scares me but the idea of losing her. It fucking knocks the wind from my lungs.

“How do you feel?” I ask, as I eye her bandage from where the bullet grazed her flesh. I place my hand over the strip and send a shot of power through her wound, helping her flesh to speed her healing time. I’d never been so fucking out of my mind as I was when she’d been inside that maze. Unable to see what was happening, what she was seeing. It was beyond torture leaving her in the hands of another, to depend on them for her survival.

“Good, and hungry,” she whispers, so quietly that I pull her closer and run my hard, throbbing erection over her ass.

“That word has never sounded so good, as it does from your lips.”

“Is that so?” she asks, and my cock jumps for her. She grins as her face turns toward me. I fucking love this, her in my bed. She’s finally in my world, without secrets between us. She stretches like a cat, pushing her perfect ass against my cock.

“You keep pushing that at me, and I’ll fuck it,” I growl heatedly into her ear. When she grins wider, I growl louder. She doesn’t know how fucking tempted I am to fuck her, hard and deep.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She cries as I thrust the growing erection harder against her pert ass. I’ve had her every way possible, but it was in Transition, and she wasn’t aware of what was happening.

“I would,” I warn her, with the beast purring like a kitten with what he knows is coming. “I would take anything you give me, and more.”

“Is that so?” She hikes a blonde brow high on her forehead, and I turn her over until I’m leaning against her gentle curves with both arms pinning her body between me and the mattress. I smile down at her, and lean in to steal her lips.

She moans against my mouth, and I curse—fuck, she undoes me. Those sweet little noises when I fuck her, the way she takes me without a care that I am part beast, part man. She took the beast between her thighs, and fucked him as if he were me. Without question, she allowed him inside her body and made him come like some untried youth.

I pull back and lick my lips, enjoying the exquisite taste that is hers. Peace is a fleeting thing between us, and I intend to enjoy it while it lasts. I remove our clothes with a single thought and take in her sweet womanly curves.

Pregnancy suits her; her body is glowing with radiance from within. Her pink nipples have darkened to rose tipped twin peaks. I lower my mouth and suckle one greedily. I suck harder, flicking it with my tongue as my lips clasp against it. I enjoy the hiss of air that escapes her lips.

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