“Wylf,” I groaned, half in complaint, half in need.
“Don’t worry, beloved. What my wife wants, my wife gets. I’ll fix the bench.”
I sighed and relaxed into Wylf’s mouth as he kissed me. As if sensing I was swollen and sensitive from last night, he didn’t fuck me with his fingers. Instead, he stroked leisurely, languorous circles over my clit, easing me up to my orgasm slowly, the build a warm and luxurious spread through my core. It didn’t take long, even with his slow pace. Everything about him aroused me, even the parts I clashed with.
I panted against his mouth, hips grinding, riding his hand as I came. I’d barely recovered, my head swimming on a sea of oxytocin and serotonin, when I felt his hands moving, pulling his cock free.
Oh, no you don’t. If he could tease me about the bench, then I could do even more.
I smiled at him sweetly, batting my lashes, much the same way I had so long ago in the library when I’d been showing him just how wickedly good I could be at pretending to be his wife. And, much like that time, wariness crept into Wylf’s features. His cheek tightened when I ran a single gloved finger up the stiff length of his cock.
“Do you want me to touch you, husband?”
Wylfrael’s brows crashed downward.
“You know I do. What kind of question is that?” he growled.
“Hmm. Do you want me to suck you?”
His cock pulsed against my finger, a silent reply to my question.
“Yes,” Wylf gritted out.
“Well. I will take that under advisement,” I chirruped. “Stop, Barra!”
I said that last part in Sionnachan, having learned a few commands by now. The elegant sontanna slowed, and while my husband watched me in irritated astonishment, I jumped out of the sleigh to the snow below. Panting, legs shaking, and a grin splitting my face from ear to ear, I made a snowball and threw it as hard as I could.
It didn’t hit him in the face like I’d been aiming, but close enough. It hit his chest, exploding in a powdery puff, cold flakes falling down on his throbbing erection.
He rose instantly, wings snapping open, a predatory darkness entering his face, hardening his jaw. Between the look on his face and the inescapable demand of his erection, a giddy, pulsing, arousing fear filled me. I shrieked, starting to run, past the sleigh, past Barra, and onto the smooth path ahead. My legs were so weak from the orgasm that my boots slid more than stepped as I alternated squealing in delighted fear and laughing. I allowed myself a look back which made my breath nearly stop in my throat. Wylfrael was stalking me, like an animal, following me down the path he’d created with demanding hunger in his eyes. He could have used his wings and caught me in an instant, but he was enjoying drawing this out, enjoying watching me slide and pant and try to escape.
“Oh, shit!” I cried when he used his power to raise a massive chunk of snow, bigger than any snowball I could have made. It floated over until it was poised right above my head. I tried to run faster, but the huge snowball followed me, like a storm cloud tethered to my head
“No, Wylf!” I shrieked, stopping running and covering my head. It wasn’t enough snow to hurt – this snow was too powdery and light anyway. But it was still a lot. If he let it drop on my head, I’d be completely covered, frigidness slipping into every nook and cranny, saturating my hair and sliding down the back of my neck. Wylfrael finally caught up, never rushing, never hurrying, the immortal bastard. He came to a stop before me.
“Sorry,” I cooed, still fighting laughter that was both terrified and elated.
“And here I thought you said you weren’t a liar,” he drawled darkly. “I do not believe that you are sorry.”
I couldn’t stop the laughter. It bubbled out of my throat.
“OK, you caught me,” I said.
“So I have.”
Reminded of the threat he held literally over my head, I held my breath and hunched down, waiting to be doused in a blanket of cold white.
But it didn’t come. Hesitantly, I opened one scrunchy eye, then the other.
The snowball was no longer a ball, but a dispersed fluffy cloud over my head. Even though the sky was clear and pink, all sun today, it was snowing on me. One of Wylf’s hands was raised as he shredded bits of snow off from overhead so that they gently dusted my hair, my shoulders, my nose.
I could tell he was even controlling the descent of the snowflakes. They barely fell. They floated, which made me feel like I was in my own magical snow globe of his creation. After expecting the rush of cold falling down around me, this soft, gentle flutter of sparkling white crystals took my breath away. So did Wylfrael’s expression – no longer one of an irritated hunter but one of adoration so poignant it almost looked like pain.
In awe of the cascading wonder he’d created, my heart so full that no human method of measurement could ever comprehend it, I fell to my knees and finally took my husband’s cock into my mouth.
WHEN WE RETURNED TO the castle, entering through the kitchen, Wylfrael insisted that I eat something.
“I don’t see how I possibly could,” I chided, “considering how you just pumped my mouth and stomach full of-”
I slammed my mouth shut so hard my teeth clattered when I saw Aiko in the kitchen.
Wylfrael laughed behind me, deep and throaty. “What was that, my beloved wife? I don’t think Aiko quite got all of that.”
I cast him what I hoped was a cutting glance before holding up my hand to Aiko and muttering, “Don’t even ask.”
Wylf scooped two bowls of stew from the crystal counter, carrying them up to our room as I hobbled along like a newborn deer. He’d made me come twice more on the sleigh ride back, and I felt like every joint in my body had been replaced with soggy sponge.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I couldn’t eat that,” I said, throwing myself into a huge crystal chair and sprawling across its seat. “I’m too nervous.”
Now that we were back, there was no way that Wylf could keep stalling. It was time to get ready for the gathering of the gods.
Wylfrael placed the bowls on the table and brooded.
“If I did not need information from the other gods, we would not go at all. I do not relish being in Sceadulyr’s Shadowlands.”
I wriggled into a more upright position.
“Why not?”
I knew little of where we were actually going or of the god hosting this event.
“Sceadulyr is powerful and treacherous. He controls shadows, and things are rarely as they seem in his domain. The only reason I’m willing to bring you there at all is because I know he wouldn’t do anything stupid with so many other gods present.” He fixed me with a hard stare. “Stay with me at all times.”
“Well, now I’m even more nervous!” I exclaimed, flopping back against the chair. But even so, even with the nerves, I was excited, too. I was going to be glimpsing a whole group of different aliens all gathered in one place. No doubt I’d be the only human, but Wylfrael had told me earlier that the other mated gods would bring their own brides, so at least I wouldn’t be the only mortal female there.
“Well, if you’re not going to eat, you should dress,” Wylfrael said, crossing to my armoire and flicking through it, sifting through silk and wool.
“Oh? I thought I’d just wear this,” I said, looking down at myself. I was wearing a simple but lovely grey wool gown with long sleeves, perfect for winter on Sionnach.