Moon's Flower (Kingdom, #6)

“I love you, Calanthe,” he murmured deliriously in her ear and she nodded, because as mad as it was for a fairy to love a man, she did. She loved him desperately.

“In a land born of forever and always, I have found mine,” she brushed her knuckles against his cheek, feeling more at ease now. Because the burning was no longer there, the stretching made her feel full, but in a most delicious way. Brave, she moved, just a little. The way she’d seen the women do to their men.

His entire body quaked and a rumble tore from his lips. “Just like that,” he whispered. “Keep doing that.”

More than happy to oblige, she moved again and this time when she did, she knew it wouldn’t hurt. Shifting her hips upward, she pulled him in as deep into her body as she possibly could.

He hissed and when he shifted his hips backward, nearly causing him to slip from her, she hissed.

Together they moved, back and forth. Meeting and retreating, moving faster and faster and the spiraling that had started when she’d played upon his leg was rushing back and she was frantically clawing at his back.

“Jericho,” she pleaded, but for what she wasn’t sure.

“Let go, Calanthe,” he murmured against her ear. “Let go and take me with you.” His words seemed forced through his teeth, as if he was in pain and she knew she should worry, but she was skating on a razors edge of pain and pleasure herself and could hardly focus on anything except the pressure building between her thighs. On her swollen nub that rubbed back and forth, back and forth.

“That’s it, Calanthe,” he licked her lower lip and a grating sound spilled from her throat, “surrender to me.”

And then she wasn’t just at the edge, she was there and tumbling over and she was going to die she just knew it. Her body was a fragment of stars and space. And he was hanging onto her, grinding his body harder into hers, and then he was shouting, crying out her name, and there was nothing else but darkness.





Chapter 6


Genevieve’s mouth hung open, her eyes were impossibly wide in her pale face and then she was clearing her throat and tittering and blushing furiously. “Oh my,” she breathed.

Danika sighed. “Yes. Oh my, indeed.”

A second later several sets of eyes were blinking and then with loud yawns, they stretched arms high above their hands.

“What’d we miss?” The tiger lily asked.

“Nothing at all,” Genevieve winked and then covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Making certain the images above showed nothing of what Jericho and Calanthe had been doing, Danika pointed. “You’ve missed nothing children, Jericho and Calanthe are simply getting to know one another.”

Genevieve snorted, and then checking herself, adjusted the lilac sprigs in her hair. “Yes, just getting to know one another.”

The children didn’t for a moment look deceived, but that was neither here nor there so far as Danika was concerned.

“Where were we at again?” Danika grinned.

The primrose huffed. “Dani, the betrayal.” She rolled her eyes. “We’ve been waiting forever to hear that part, don’t you remember?”

Pinching her lips as sadness pricked her heart, Danika nodded slowly. “Oh, aye, dearies… I remember. I remember very well…”

*

“Tell me everything,” Calanthe sighed dreamily, rubbing her nude form along Jericho’s body. They’d been making love for hours now. Sometimes hard and furious, but mostly slow and steady and full of murmured endearments. Whispered promises they both knew they couldn’t keep.

Rubbing his palm along the silkiness of her hair, he asked, “About what?”

“About you. Where you came from before you became the Man in the Moon. Who is Siria? Why me?”

She ticked so many questions off that he couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm.

“One question at a time, love. Otherwise I’m liable to get dizzy.”

Sliding up on an arm, she stared at him. His eyes glazed over for a second seeing her luscious, nude body bared to him. But his body was sated, even so it was nice to look.

“Why me?” she asked softly. “How did you notice me? In all the stars, all the galaxies in the world…”

Brushing his knuckles upon the softness of her cheek, he smiled. “Because you saw me first.” Frantic with his need to get closer to her, he pulled her hand into his and brought it to his chest, so that she could feel the thumping of his heart. “You touched me, Calanthe. In that knoll, you drew out my soul and you saw me.”

Nibbling on her lip as a beautiful blush stole across the breadth of her cheeks, Jericho felt a fullness he’d never felt before. A rightness to his life, to this moment. That no matter what happened before, or after, right now this was absolutely where he was meant to be. With her, touching and holding her, and watching her eyes fill with love for him. It was humbling and made it hard to swallow.

“I saw a flower, Jericho. A beautiful flower and when I…” She trailed off, the song in the cave still moved melodically around them. Low and haunting.