Holding on tight, Rorie sobbed on his shoulder. “I am ashamed to say I like little about them. When I wanted…when I asked for hugs or other types of affection…I was told to save such things for my v’airsell nioll.”
“Well, you can hug or kiss me any fucking time you want,” Renny responded, furious at how Rorie was manipulated and cast aside for two selfish people who preferred to wreck the way of life that had sustained the Fae since the beginning.
“Not only did they turn me into a monster who was horrible to my bemollo, but I ignored the setieons and servants, believing they were beneath me because that was what they taught me.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. You know better now.”
Pulling away so their eyes met, Rorie gave him a watery smile. “I am so lucky to have you.”
“I’m lucky to have you too.”
“I often wonder how you fell in love with me, but I am grateful for it all the same.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a remarkable person who has made it a point to become a better version of you each day. That’s commendable and something many never achieve. You’re kind, caring, smart, and you look fantastic in Faedrekanskin pants.”
Rorie laughed, as Renny had intended. “And onesie pajamas.”
“I know you love those, but honestly, they aren’t that sexy.”
“I disagree as I wear nothing beneath.”
“Is that true? Why don’t you wear underwear?”
“It was so if my v’airsell nioll ever wished to come to me and pull down the zipper he would find nothing but skin beneath.”
“Like what, we’re going to be in the living room watching whatever is on television with the family and I’ll unzip it and whip your dick out?”
After a quick brush of their lips, Rorie smiled. “No, you prefer privacy for anything carnal. It was a most arduous task seeing your dick even in the comfort of our bedroom.”
“Are you accusing me of playing hard to get?”
“Ren, you gave me a chase fraught with hurdles.”
“I can’t help it. I didn’t want to rush into it. It’s supposed to be special between two mates, and I wasn’t sure if I could trust where my heart wanted to lead me.”
“Let us not speak of the fear which is hanging over us of what will happen when the dream ends,” Rorie whispered, shifting so Renny could feel his hardness. Whether it was merely because of the bespelled water or their closeness, Renny couldn’t say, but he was in the same predicament.
“I don’t want to talk about it either. What’s between us is too important for the future not to make me anxious, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”
“We shall be a team. I give you my promise. I yearn for our souls to be connected, and I will not fail you by breaking your heart.”
“I’m trusting you with it.”
Rorie nodded. “And that was not something that came especially easy to you.”
“I disagree. I think we landed on common ground pretty fast, considering the chaos around us. It tells me that Fate has it right, and we’re perfectly suited for each other.”
“Bétea definitely found the other half of my soul in you.”
“I vote that we celebrate it.”
“I hope you speak of sex, because I am most eager.”
“I know, I can feel it,” Renny said, running his hands over Rorie’s wet skin and cupping his ass. “I also know you have all kinds of dirty scenarios in your mind, so what are you in the mood for?”
“I do not know that they are dirty, but I do wish to be joined with you.”
“Put your leg around my waist.” Rorie moved quickly to comply, and Renny shifted to sink two fingers deep inside his mate.
