Page 272 of Spring Guardians & Songbirds

Mal gave me a smug look and winked. “Gladly.”

After everyone passed their congratulations, they all reluctantly left, one by one.

“That would be my cue too,” Atlas said, folding Astrum liber and standing on wobbly legs. He must have been scared.

Snow grabbed his wrist. “Thank you, Atlas.”

Atlas blushed but he nodded. “Nothing to be thankful for, my queen. This was an honour.”

She gave him a playful grin. “I’m alright with you calling me mama.”

The young priest sighed. “My childhood mistakes precede me.”

Snow shrugged. “If you felt safe enough to give him that name, then it was not a mistake. We make our own families, young Atlas, we are not born in them. Blood is blood as piss is piss, just another overrated body fluid.”

I clasped his shoulder. “It made me very proud when you called me that. I’ve always told you not to feel embarrassed.”

His cheeks flushed and he bowed to her then me. “I wish you both the very best.”

“Good night, Atlas.”

He blinked at her for a moment. “Uh, good…night, I suppose.”

Not a second after he’d left, she jumped on my arms, toppling the both of us to the ground again.

Her mouth had tortured me all the way to our room, kisses, tongue and teeth, till my cock had strained so tight against my britches it was aching.

“My little kitten,” I said, running a knuckle along her cheek as I backed us into the room. “What does my wife want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Do you want your husband to fuck you.”

She nodded.

“Remember that one promise, love?” I asked, pushing her against a wall.

“Vaguely.”

This woman. I took her mouth in mine, begging for a taste of her. And now that she was all mine and all for me to taste. I’d found the fountain of starvation and only needed to be fed from it. My hand slid between us to cup between her legs, my fingers circling her cunt. “Fuck, love, you’ve soaked your pretty laces.”

She moaned when I flicked her swollen nub and pinched it between my fingers. “I…I don’t want to play.”

My brows hiked up. “No?”

She grinded her hips against mine. “Fuck me, will you?” Her lips parted in a gasp when I drew my hand and slapped her between the legs. “Please, I meant, please.”

“Is your cunt begging for me?” She nodded, and my fingers played with the seam of her underwear before I tugged to tear them away. “Is it weeping for me?” She nodded again and jerked a little when I slid two fingers down her entrance. “My cock gets a little harder when you tell me the truth.” My mouth pulled onto a grin and she rolled her eyes. Another whack. “The only time you’re going to roll them again is when I’m inside you,” I said, undoing my britches with a hand, palming my cock and sliding inside her wet cunt.

She sucked a breath, her head lolling back, and I groaned when her warm muscles tightened around me, pulling me in further. I’d take my time with her, but she was wet enough to take me easily so I didn't hold back.

She tightened her arms around my neck and I pulled out, thrusting deep again. When her moans and whimpers of approval filled the room, I started fucking her. Faster and harder, pounding into her till the sound of our joining grew louder and louder.

So. Fucking. Beautiful.

And all mine.

All. Mine.