“I love you too, Synthia. Forever will never be long enough with you,” he said as he pulled me around until I faced him. “Bubble wrap isn’t off the table, but I am glad that you are strong enough to stand against those who would see me fall. I was afraid of losing you. I was afraid of admitting how I felt and my enemies using it against me. Now I can say it and not fear what will happen because my wife will be a force to be reckoned with. I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to bend you over this bed and show you just how much I love you. Unless you don’t want me to?” he asked.
“Bend me, twist me. Hell, you can even spank me if it gets you off,” I smiled as the words came out huskily.
We’d survived my death and so much more. Everything we’d been through was nothing compared to what we had become. I understood everything now, and with all the losses, and all the trials, I couldn’t think of a better end result.
We knew we were facing war, but together, we could handle anything. I feared for Ristan, and even though I’d caught flashes of the old Demon returning, he’d been through a lot. I would be here for him when he needed me, because that was what friends did.
Danu had secured her naughty hubby in some undisclosed location, but until she resurfaced, I feared for her as well. She still hadn’t been answering my call, and it worried me. With her, there was always uncertainty, and the worry at the back of my mind that she would get punished for all she had done for us.
“What are you thinking about?” Ryder asked as he kissed my forehead.
“I’m thinking that we better be ready when the Mages come,” I answered thoughtfully.
“I am marrying the Goddess of Faery. They will have to wait for their damn war,” he growled. “I need to marry her before she remembers what an asshole I used to be, and all I’ve done to get and keep her.”
“I remember, and you being an asshole back then only makes me want to marry you more. I have countless time to torture you. Karma just changed her name, to Synthia.”
“Oh really?”
“Take off your clothes, because I’m going to demonstrate it for you,” I smiled.
“Like this?” he asked as he glamoured off his clothes.
“Mmm,” I said and started to move forward.
He sifted to the other side of the bed. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Get on the bed, Pet, and show me what’s mine. Show me what I own, so I can show it exactly why it belongs to me. There’s a reason you belong to me, and it isn’t because I can brand you, or own you. It’s because when I fuck you, I make sure I do it good enough that when you look at another man, the only thing you can think about, is how sore your sweet flesh is from what I did to it.”
“That’s not why,” I said with a soft smile. “I need no other man because my beautiful beast loves me. He is my equal, and mine. As I am his. That’s why you own me, Fairy. You may own me in the bedroom, but that is because I allow it. I allow you to love me, because I love you. I am never owned, but I can be charmed into a partnership. Those are facts; now stop arguing because as a smart man once told me, I always win.”
The End