laying her hand on his chest and hoping he knew exactly what she meant by “relax.”
“We can’t, Raea,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s too risky.”
“Are you saying that because you really believe it, or because you think it’s the right thing to say?”
“I’m saying it because I won’t risk putting you in danger. We don’t know anything about this place.”
“Thanks to the special magic, neither does anyone else.”
“My father knows about it.”
“And even if he were on his way now, it would take an hour for him to get all the way up here. We’ve never been so safe, so alone, Kyne.”
Just speaking those words made the breath catch in her chest.
Safe. Alone
. Could it really be? They were safe from both humans
and
fairies here? She’d never even imagined a place like that, a place where the constant struggle between magic and the mundane just disappeared.
But how was it that Kyne’s human father knew of it? And why did he send them here? Kyne had never spoken kindly of the man, and surely he’d not made life easy for Kyne or his mother. Did they have any reason at all to trust the man? His alliance with the fairies seemed tenuous at best. Common sense would say the last thing they should do would be to trust him.
Still, he’d had his chance to betray Kyne and be rewarded for his effort, yet he’d chosen not to. He’d taken a risk for his son and that was something Raea knew neither of them could truly ignore. By sending them here, Baylor had shown he was more than just a pleasure-seeking, self-gratifying human.
“He knew you needed a place to hide,” she said aloud. “And he didn’t give the others any clue I was with you. Perhaps there is more to him than you know, Kyne. Perhaps you can trust him.”
But he shook his head. “I can’t even trust myself, Raea. Who knows what schemes are in place around us, what danger we’re in? What danger
you’re
in.”
“But this place is protected, and we’ve got a whole pouch of that special dust. It seems that your father thought of everything.”
“My father… as if he deserves to be called that. I’d rather not talk about him right now.”
“And I’d rather not talk at all,” she said, giving him a smile full of suggestion. “There are so many better ways to make use of our time.”
He seemed to be struggling to hold himself back, so she pressed herself against him. The Sizing Dust had caused their clothes to grow with them, but they were providing a pitiful barrier. She slid her hand easily past Kyne’s covering and found the warm, solid flesh of his cock. He’d not be holding himself back for long, she could tell.
“By the Skies, Raea, you’re going to destroy whatever self-control I still have left.”
“And then what will you do?” she asked him.
“I’ll drag you over to that bed and do the most human things possible to you.”
Now she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
He kissed her back, wrapping her tightly against him and literally taking her breath away.
“Even after all this,” he murmured. “With all the danger and the secrets and knowing what I am… how can you still want to be with me?”
“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” she replied honestly, then added, “except, maybe, in that big soft bed over there.”
“Then let’s go over there and find out what it’s like to do this properly, without constant worry we’ll be found out or disrupted or end up the wrong size or—”
“Shut up, Kyne. Put your mouth to better use, please.”
He laughed a little, but mostly he complied. With enthusiasm. He started at her neck. It felt like the perfect place to begin, so she let him kiss and nibble her there to his heart’s content.
She cursed their bothersome clothing. If only she were fully naked with him now, but the effort of removing her clothes would mean she’d have to ask him to pause from his kisses. Even pausing for a moment
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