Anastasia got out of the bed and tied a low knot of her hair. Ileus jumped out of his chair and walked to his naked wife. He wrapped his arms around her and touched her back. She felt warmth running in her shoulder blades. She wanted to stop him but by then he unshackled her wings. The giant wings dropped behind her. She looked up at him with creased brows. His eyes burned like golden fireflies in the dark.
"You are a fae princess, Anastasia. And I want everyone to know that you are special," he said looking into her sapphire eyes.
Her pulse raced. "I am not special."
He traced her cheekbones till her chin. "That is incorrect, love. You are very special to me and you are extremely special to the kingdom of Vilinski. As for Draoidh, we have to claim your special place here." He intertwined his fingers with hers and she felt the familiar bolt of electricity between them. "I will make sure that it happens."
She smiled. "I look forward to that, honey."
He pressed his forehead against hers and said, "Don't call me honey. It reminds me of the honey between your thighs and then I want to suck it."
His dirty talk. She clenched her thighs. Damn him.
"I can smell your arousal, sweetheart," he said and wedged his leg between hers.
"I have to take a bath and be ready," she tried to push his chest away.
"Not before I lap my honey," he said with a rumble forming in his chest. He sat on his kneels before her and lifted her leg up. She grabbed her head as he buried his face in her folds. Her lusty husband was absolutely merciless when it came to sucking her. He opened her folds with his tongue and then licked them. Her clit throbbed for his mouth and as if he knew what she wanted, he closed his lips around her clit and sucked it hard. He grazed her with his fangs over there lightly and she cried out. She didn't know when he inserted his finger inside her but when he did, she greedily clenched it with her muscles and rode it. He took it out only to put two inside and she rode them again as if riding his cock. She moaned when she came around him and he removed his fingers only to lick her orgasm. By the time he finished, she was the consistency of a puddle.
Anastasia returned the favor by kneeling down in front of her husband and taking his rock hard shaft inside her mouth. Ileus came with a brutal roar inside her mouth. He picked her up and hugged her. "Fuck Ana!" his chest was panting against hers. He kissed her cheek and released her. "Now go and take a bath," he said, slapping her butts.
She squealed and laughed all the way to the bathing chamber. To her mortal embarrassment, she found the same two servants waiting for her to give her a bath. "We have been asked by the prince to help you, m'lady," said one of them, keeping her eyes low.
"Okay…" Anastasia murmured and allowed the girls to take over. The servants touched her wings too gently and wondered if they could wash them.
They made her wear peach colored silk pants that were loose on the ankles. Her shirt, which accommodated her wings, was cropped till her belly showing a tinge of her navel. The sleeves were cuffed with golden brocade. Her gold hair was braided and woven through a diamond diadem, which in turn enhanced her creamy skin and rosy lips.
In a white shirt with golden cuffs and black fitted pants, Ileus looked dashing. He was wearing a red colored half cape that was pinned to the shoulder with a gold brooch. The golden crown on his head completed the looks of the prince that he was.
With a smile, he approached her. "Shall we go?"
She nodded. Her heart pounded against her ribcage. She was going to meet Adrianna and Dmitri. He bent down to press a kiss at the corner of her mouth. He threaded his fingers through hers and led her out of the room. As she walked to the door, for the first time since her escape from Vilinski, an emotion akin to hope kindled. Hope of being accepted by the subjects of Draoidh, hope of being accepted by his parents, his clan. She hoped that they saw her as their prince's equal.
When Ileus opened the door, she stepped out with warmth in her chest and her face lit brightly. Kaizan and Darla were already waiting for them outside the room.
When they saw her coming out with her wings tucked behind her back, their mouths dropped in awe. She was not from his planet. She waved at them.
Darla waved back. "So nice to see you, m'lady" she said and bowed.
"It's nice to see you too," she grinned.
"What about me?" Kaizan whined. "Aren't you feeling nice to see me?"
Anastasia shook her head and giggled. "It is nice to see you too, Kaizan." From the corner of her eye she saw Aidan waiting on the landing of the steps along with Haldir and Murtagh and a few royal guards.
"Ah! I see that many have come to receive us," Ileus commented with furrowed brows when his gaze traveled to Murtagh.
"Why is Aidan waiting with them? Why isn't he coming here?" Anastasia asked.
"Aidan is a Mozia and reports to Haldir who is the Military General. In the kingdom of Draoidh, a Mozia's duty is to protect the crown and no one else. He will not come to you unless directed by his queen," Kaizan explained. "And as for us, we will go where Ileus takes us since we are not bound by the rules of Draoidh!"
When Ileus and Anastasia climbed down the staircase, Haldir smiled. "Your Royal Highness," he said with a soft smile and bowed as his hand went to his heart. All the guards including Aidan bowed.
Murtagh stepped forward and bowed. "I am so relieved to see you here, Your Highness."
When he looked at Anastasia with his obsidian eyes, icy panic gripped her.
"We are sorry that you couldn't cross the spells of Draoidh, but—" his voice trailed off and his eyes met with the gold bands on Ileus' and Anastasia's ring fingers. "You married… finally!"
"Yes, we had to," replied Ileus in a cold voice. "Thanks to Theodir."
Murtagh's eyes flitted to Haldir who was standing tall and proud without an iota of guilt or disbelief.
As if to add more vinegar, Ileus added, "Don't worry. We are going to have a repeat ceremony over here. We know that you missed it. I mean you all missed it."
His face turned sour and Anastasia laughed on the inside. Why was this man against their wedding? Maybe because he missed Iona?
"It is fantastic, my lord," Murtagh said with forced enthusiasm in his voice. "I wish you had waited till your return to Draoidh or Silver Vales."
"Why?" Kaizan scoffed. "They can marry any time they like."
"Th— that is true," Murtagh stammered.
Ileus turned his gaze to Anastasia and said, "Shall we go, wife?"
She found Murtagh flinching at the term wife. She just ignored him.
