AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Everyone was accounted for—at least those who rated names and notice—except for Blackbird and Fergus, who had yet to arrive. And Lady Incandescence, aka Nasty Tinker Bell, who’d gone mysteriously missing.
Fancy that.
I headed in the direction of our tower, but Rogue took my elbow, guiding me down a different hallway. “Dammit—I was sure I had this figured out now.”
“We’re not going to our tower. Yet.”
“We’re not?”
I flipped through in my mind what I’d missed. Then I flipped throughhismind.
“Dancing?” I shook my head, confused. “We spend the day fighting an enraged queen of the fairies and you want to finish it with dancing?” Actually, put that way, it sounded reasonably logical.
We’d reached the ballroom across from the feast hall and Rogue opened the doors. Beautifully decorated also, it waited for wedding guests to fill it. The mirrors ringing the room reflected warm candlelight and rafts of blue lilies. Ribbons tumbled over every surface and glittering indigo sand was scattered across the dance floor like glitter. Or fairy dust.
“Yes.” Rogue guided me to the center of the floor. “We also spent today marrying each other and it’s traditional, for both our kind, I believe, to seal the wedding with a dance.”
Well, and consummation.
“We will do that, too,” he promised, with a lascivious thought that seared through me. “Besides, the last time we danced, you were too preoccupied to enjoy it.”
“Can you blame me?”
“No. But I want to dance with you when you’re thinking only of me. Of us.” He took my hand and swept a formal bow, pressing a kiss to my skin. “Will my lady favor me with a dance?”
Apparently I was a romantic fool at heart, because I could only nod. Music swelled up from nowhere, a waltz to match his heartbeat, and Rogue drew me into his arms, holding my gaze rapt. We swept around the floor, the glittering dust swirling up to our passing, making its own elaborate dance in the air. It would have been a phenomenal sight with hundreds of guests dancing, but it seemed perfect in that moment that it was only the two of us.
Everything seemed to come back down to that, Rogue and I, in our eternal waltz.
We moved as one, a glorious feeling, entwined so closely that he barely led. Instead of the formal distance usually required, he held me close against him, one arm pressing against my lower back, the other holding my hand tucked up against his chest.
His scent wove in with the flowers, a masculine spice that echoed their redolent sensuality. I lost myself in his depthless eyes and, when he bent to kiss me, our steps never faltered. We whirled around the room, a work of art and magic.
Even without Darling’s anesthetic assistance, I could have danced all night.
Eventually, I realized we’d stopped dancing and simply stood in the middle of the floor, locked in a breathless kiss. I’d wound my hands tightly around the back of his neck and stood on tiptoe, even in the high-heeled boots, stretching myself against him to indulge in more of his amazing, seductive mouth.
With a long breath, I pulled back, surprised at the level of my hunger for more of him.
Rogue smiled, smoky, delicious. “That was much better. I like it when you’re focused on me.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I retorted, but I lacked conviction. At the moment it seemed impossible I’d ever think of anything else.
“Oh, but I plan to, my seductive Gwynn.” With that he swept me up and carried me out of the ballroom with long ground-eating strides. “Your feet are sore,” he noted, before I’d opened my mouth to argue.
As soon as he said so, I felt it. Funny how it worked, that I only noticed the pangs of mortal flesh at particular times and otherwise cruised on magical energy. Almost like being on methamphetamines or something. Hopefully I wouldn’t eventually pay for those highs with a major physical crash.
Rogue nuzzled the spot under my ear, then took the lobe in his teeth and nipped it—a tingle that made my nipples tighten.
“You’re thinking again,” he murmured. “You know the sort of measures I’ll have to take to put a stop to that.”
“You’re not going to do it here in the hallway.”
“Is that a dare?” He sucked my earlobe into his hot mouth and I moaned a little.
“No. And you should look where you’re going.”
“Believe me, luscious Gwynn, I know exactly where I’m going.” The double entendre reverberated through me, especially with the images running through his mind. His urgency fed into mine, stoking my building arousal.
