by Starla Night
Cautious but hopeful.
Zara bounced across the chamber to him. She slid her hands up his forearms, past his pointy elbows, over the bulges of his powerful biceps. “It’s possible to recover from any mistake.”
His chest shuddered as if releasing a suppressed sob. He dropped his head to her shoulder and pressed her waist-to-waist, chest-to-chest, taking savage comfort in her soft body.
She stroked his waving hair. “We need all the honorable warriors we can get.”
“You are my heart. My honor. My soul.”
He kissed her neck, laving his tongue across her skin as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste.
Desire flooded her, twisting to a sharp ache between her legs.
She pulled him into the chamber. They floated in a safe space that had no up nor down. Her senses filled with Elan.
Single-minded with his passion, he squeezed and sculpted her body as though memorizing her, kissing and sucking down her collar to her breasts. One nipple disappeared into his hot mouth, and then the other. Twin peaks of pleasure ached.
She wanted more. Now.
Zara entwined their legs.
His cock pulsed hot and ready. The tip brushed her throbbing channel.
She made a noise.
His pleasure was too one-sided, too single-minded. She was going to explode any second before she had properly savored him. “I want to put your cock in my mouth.”
With his lips still making love to her swelling nipples, he vibrated a proud smile. “I want that too.”
The familiar delicious arrogance made her clench with new desire. He sounded like him, like her husband who had no cares, her First Lieutenant knight who had never done wrong. Now, he was a warrior redeemed, devoted to worshiping her body, and willing to throw away every other honor for her alone.
They rotated in the water, fitting together mouth to cock to feminine center. Their movements mirrored, synced with their souls.
She pulled his hard member deep into mouth, filling herself with his savory flavor, and felt the answering tug of pleasure between her slick folds. Sucking, teasing, worshiping each other, they chased a mutual possession until the heat drew tight and she fought the urge to explode.
Then, she released him and rotated again, facing his flushed, wild hunger with matching desperation. “I want you inside me.”
His palm cupped her mons.
She moaned and gripped his taut buttocks.
His hard cock rested against her entrance … and slid in to the hilt. Their completion fit together like a key thrusting into its lock, and they both groaned with rightness.
She expected him to thrust crazily, but he simply smiled that arrogant smile and teased her throbbing nipples with his clever fingers while the base of his cock gently kneaded her hot nub.
Upright, tangled together, weightless in the water, they stroked each other with sweet savory patience. Not savage, like the time Elan was trying to rekindle their trust through sex with her. Now he enjoyed her slowly, teasing her with sensual and deeply fulfilling caresses. They had all the time in the world to reach climax. The rest of today and the rest of their lives.
Shuddering ecstasy shivered through her, pulsing higher and higher. He worshipped her, and she truly felt the strength of his love. Unstoppable goodness linked them forever in a universal union of beauty and light.
As her climax mounted, aquamarine and amber sparkles raced around the chamber. They swirled like life and filled her mouth and her soul. The sparkling wave broke over her. She cried out.
He shuddered his release.
In perfect sync, they orgasmed together, finally finding wholeness between their worlds linked as one.
She collapsed and rested her cheek on his shoulder. He trembled in the powerful aftermath.
Their city was liberated. Their family was reunited. Their union affirmed their right to love.
She stroked his back.
He tensed and squeezed her, still recovering his equilibrium. They had both nearly lost everything today. But now they had the rest of their lives to become strong.
“I know we decided not to move Zain,” she finally said, vibrating deep in her chest, “but I want to sleep as a family.”
He lifted his head. “You do not trust Wishbone?”
“No, I know he’s great, but I want to be surrounded by my loves.”
“Then, you shall. Forever and always.”
He eased apart and then flew her to the courtyard. Revitalized greenery shimmered new life in the walls and floors. It was as though the castle itself surrounded them with happiness.
Elan kicked down to Zain, who was still sleeping butt-up in the sweet leaves. Zara made a hollow to rest on one side and Elan did the same on the other. They settled with the baby between them. Elan entwined their hands over Zain, linked.
It felt like lying in a field on a summery day, the sweet taste of the crushed leaves on the back of her tongue like the smell of new-mown hay.
“Thank you for saving the king,” he murmured. “And the Life Tree.”
Because, at one time, she had told him she would have liked to kill them herself. “Your king did love Zain. Although his actions to me were wrong, he treated Zain well.”
“You saved the city.”
It was her son’s city too. And her husband’s. And soon, perhaps, hers.
Elan apparently wanted to talk. He rested on an elbow. “I was too afraid. Afraid for you and Zain. Afraid of failure.”
This did not surprise her.
During her first stay, Zara had wondered about his black-and-white certainty, his overwhelming confidence that bordered on arrogance. Was it justified? Or had he not battled — and lost — to as many over-powering monsters as she had? Now he had battled those undefeatable monsters. The scars would forever be embedded in his hardened soul. She grieved for the illusions he had lost.
But he had survived and grown strong. His I-will-take-care-of-you-so-do-not-try-to-care-for-yourself attitude had departed. Only together could they beat back the real monsters of the world: Crippling, fear-induced self-doubt.
She allowed a rueful smile. “Now you should be more afraid than ever.”
He cocked his brow at her. “Oh?”
“We are the first family to live between worlds. We’re going to be watched.”
“Then our success will encourage other couples.” He squeezed her. “Many will wish to raise their young fry together.”
His tempered arrogance made her smile. Such sweet confidence softened her heart. “I hope you’re right.”
“I am.”
The world was changing. Not just Atlantis, not just Dragao Azul. The other cities and the humans, and Zara and Elan, too.
Their love was larger and more important than just themselves. Simply by existing, they proved it was possible for love to overcome any odds. Together, they would make a better future for Zain. A future where he could have the freedom to live as a human or as a mer; to love as a human or a mer. A future where he could chase any dream.
They created a world full of light shining through the darkness.
Zara squeezed Elan’s hand. “We’ll change everything. One white knight and one sacred bride.”
His brows rose. “Did you not hear? You are not my bride.”
Oh yeah. Zara had told the elders she wasn’t Elan’s bride only a few hours ago.
She snorted. “I meant I’m not only your bride.”
“I understood.” Elan smiled over their peacefully sleeping son. “We will change the world as one white knight and one brilliant queen.”
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About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Starla Night was born on a hot July at midnight. She hikes, scuba dives, and swims naked in the ocean. She writes about hot, alpha merman shifters at StarlaNight.com.
She is a secret agent of the Mer-Human Alliance.
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