Renny braced his palms on either side of Rorie as he pulled out and drove back inside. One of Rorie’s hands grabbed his own dick; then he slapped the other palm on Renny’s chest as they found a rhythm that suited them both. It was likely slower than Rorie would’ve preferred, but Renny was not content with a quick fuck. Instead, he savored the channel massaging his cock and the beautiful man beneath him.
Rorie stroked himself faster and while the inevitable was near, Renny fought it all the same although he was given little choice about how the experience would reach its crescendo. Simultaneously, Rorie shouted and his hole clamped down on Renny’s dick. Barely able to move, Renny’s thrusts became erratic, and electricity danced over him. Driving in one last time, his climax tore through him.
“Oh, Ren,” Rorie whispered. The fairy tugged, and Renny lethargically allowed himself to be pulled into Rorie’s welcoming embrace. “It was better than I imagined.”
Smiling as Rorie pelted him with kisses, Renny tilted his head to brush their lips together. “Yeah, same for me.”
“I must ask for a repeat performance.”
With a chuckle, Renny held him tight. “I sincerely hope you don’t mean right now.”
“We should likely rest first.”
“Thank you, Rorie. That was beautiful.”
“It is I who should thank you for making it most wondrous.”
“Let’s call it a team effort.”
“I must experiment with different spells to find more ways to make the lube pleasurable.”
“That’ll be fun.”
“Everything with you is fun.”
“Whatever the future brings, I’m so glad that you’re my mate,” Renny told him, holding him close.
Chapter 22
Weary of the long dream, Rorie traipsed over his realm, seeking animals in danger, thanks to the feckless Fae who had caged or tied them up. When he’d awakened, Renny had loved him again, and he would forever crave being joined with his v’airsell nioll. They’d eaten, gathered food, and ventured out to help, but weeks had again passed as they slept. The D’Vaires frightened people, and Rorie was glad of it. Chander strode through town surrounded by sentinels, his wings behind him and wise red eyes making the fairies and bemollos alike scatter into the wind.
Although Rorie was asked plenty about the High Kings, they stuck to the castle. Aleksander was not a man comfortable in the public eye despite being in a place that worshiped him, and Rorie was glad of it. If people saw him and his mate with their wolves, they might forget the frightening sentinels or fallen knights who marched through Sindrell staring down the fools that had dared harm the gentle creatures of their realm. But he reminded himself that everything was memories of his past, so their terror wasn’t raised to a level that had any actual effect, and Rorie bemoaned that it was not reality yet again. As the day had passed, Rorie had pondered his decision to leave Drekkoril to run the government.
Once it had been his goal to be powerful, so he could be the voice of the fairies while Drekkoril stood for the bemollos, but his parents created that aim. It did not respect tradition, and it had generated chaos. Unwilling to follow their lead, he would champion the right to pursue a dasllerel tíeka. Drekkoril had agreed to keep it available, and that was enough for Rorie. The word of the agreement had long ago reached the ears of everyone, so he need not scream it from the rooftops. If it was necessary for a couple, then he was happy it was available, but he would never invite them to the castle to join him in bed with Renny.
The very idea of anyone putting their hands on his v’airsell nioll made him feel violent, and he was glad that he had more than one person always ready to calm him. As for Renny, he’d spent their hours together quiet, and his eyes were thoughtful. Rorie understood that he wished to discuss what would become of them when the dream ended, and he’d put it off for far too long.
It would be nice to pretend that Bétea had everything well in hand, but Rorie was no longer a fairy with his head in the clouds. Relationships took work, and he would do anything to protect his. They’d have to find a compromise, and he did not predict any difficulty as he’d been given time to grow to love Renny’s diverse family.
Sorcerers—light and dark—had dove into research and were devouring the many books in the library. There were shifters reading what they could, and the elves had done the same. They were especially enthusiastic about the clothing of the Fae and the intricate embroidery that was a beautiful compliment to the beading in the Acwellan style that prevailed amongst the D’Vaires.
Rorie did not fear magic that wasn’t like his, though he was frightened that Drekkoril slipped further into the grayness with each new awakening. The power struggles were the epitome of chaos and were tearing apart many millennia of harmony. It was as if no two people on his realm could agree on a single matter. How could the Fae not understand that they were destroying themselves? Rorie had no idea and was left to wonder how he lost his memory of the days passing and how he was on Renny’s realm in the first place.
“You’re very quiet today,” Renny remarked.
They crossed over the stones that would take them from Sindrell to the castle, and he’d covered so many miles, he swore his boots required new soles. “As are you, v’airsell nioll.”
“I’m glad we didn’t find that many animals. We’ve seen some amazing ones and so cute.”
“I was convinced for a moment that you would bring home thateor’diosalla.”
“He was adorable, but I don’t want to get attached like Worth,” Renny confessed. “Asteria won’t be around after we wake up, and Worth will be sad.”
“I know two animals that will be there. Would you be interested in having a private meal with me on the terrace? We could visit with Orlami and Zurenzi while we have the conversation you so crave.”
“I’m sorry, Rorie. I know you don’t want to talk about it, but this is scary.”
More frightened of the wetness in his eyes than his words, Rorie squeezed his hand. “I am prepared to talk about it. Have dinner with me?”
