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ERIN

Rhett set me on the countertop, ignoring the fact that our releases had literally drenched me between my thighs. The feeling wasn’t a pleasant one, but I was too dizzy to move.

As he stormed to the fridge, he growled out, “I will tie you to a fucking chair if you try to get down, Chaos. Don’t test me.”

The command alone made me itch to do exactly that.

And being tied to a chair sounded kind of hot.

I doubted he’d actually go through with it, but the allure was real.

When he opened the fridge, I saw that it was packed with premade meals we just needed to throw in the oven or heat up. Rhett stuck a massive pan of pasta in the oven, then grabbed a loaf of french bread off a mountain of baked goods.

Before he pulled it out of the bag, he looked back at the pile.

The bread was abandoned a moment later, and he carried a huge box of pastries over to me. I stared down at the sugary treats after he opened it up.

“What are your favorites?” he asked. The growl in his voice told me he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, even though sugar didn’t sound appealing to me in the slightest.

“Croissants, and donuts rolled in sugar.” I pointed to the sugar-covered donut in the corner. “Unless there’s filling in it. I think filling donuts with anything should be a crime.”

Rhett’s lips twitched, but he glanced back at the pile of baked goods and studied it for a moment.

Then he closed the box of pastries, walked away for a moment, and came back with a box of croissants.

They were all different, infused with a variety of things. I grabbed one that looked like it had pesto in it, and groaned when I took a bite.

Delicious.

My stomach rumbled loudly, as if it had been woken up by the glorious bite.

I held it out to Rhett. “You have to try this.”

His attention was on my face. “You want it. It’s yours.”

I scowled. “I’m not eating more unless you’re sharing. You need way more food to survive than I do.”

Rhett’s chest rumbled unhappily, but he finally caught my wrist and guided the croissant to his mouth. When he took a bite, his eyes closed. “Damn.”

“I’ve had more to eat than you over the last month. You might be good at ignoring it, but you probably need to recover as much as I do.” I took another bite of the bread, then made him polish off the last of it. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“No. Get off the countertop, and I tie you to the chair.” He picked up another croissant and held it up for me to take a bite. There was a light citrus smell coming off it that made me think it was orange flavored.

Sure enough, the combination of flaky, layered pastry and orange glaze made me moan.

“Keep that up, and I’m going to end up fucking you on this countertop,” Rhett warned.

When I looked down, I saw him hardening.

“You can’t be ready to go again yet. I don’t think that’s even physically possible.”

“I’m a fae male with a compatible mate whose pheromones are singing for me, Chaos. It’s possible.” He stepped closer.

My legs wrapped around his waist of their own volition, but he didn’t do anything about it.

“You need to eat more.” He lifted the croissant back to my lips, and I dutifully took another bite.

By the time the spaghetti was warm, we’d demolished the entire box of croissants. I already felt sick, but one look at Rhett told me he wasn’t going to let me go until I ate some pasta too.

So, when he set the huge casserole dish full of spaghetti and meatballs beside me, I ate some slowly, just to appease him.

The pleasure in his eyes while he ate with me told me that Kyle’s nickname for him wasn’t just a joke. Rhett really did love pasta.

And that made me smile.

When we were done, I was so full I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Rhett carried me back to the bed, and I curled up against him, falling asleep almost instantly.

The sun was shining brightly through the large windows in our room when I finally woke up. Groaning, I pressed my eyes against his skin.

As expected, my entire body was draped over Rhett’s.

His hands were on my ass, but his grip was relaxed and his chest rose and fell steadily.

He was still sleeping.

His erection was pressed against my core, and apparently had been for a long time, considering I was crazy slick with desire. I didn’t dare let myself move while he was sleeping. We hadn’t talked about whether or not we were okay with that, and I wasn’t about to risk making him uncomfortable.

Even though I was horny as hell and desperate to let myself move like I wanted to. It wouldn’t take much effort to get myself off.

I waited as long as I could, but the slickness grew worse, and my desire grew fiercer.

When I couldn’t wait any longer, I finally eased myself off his body.

By some miracle, he didn’t wake up.

My legs shook as I padded into the bathroom, quietly closing the door before I turned the shower on.

Quiet orgasms weren’t really a talent of mine, but it would work as white noise.

I didn’t bother getting in the shower, just sat down on the ledge of the tub and parted my thighs. My head tipped back at the first brush of my fingers to my clit, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning.

I circled it again, and again.

My legs parted wider.

My breathing grew ragged.

I was close.

So, so close.

I—

A cry escaped me as a large hand closed around my wrist, moving it away from my core just before a thick, hot tongue dragged over my clit.

My hips jerked as I nearly came, but he pulled away before I could get off.

My body was tense with need, my chest rising and falling rapidly, as I opened my eyes and found myself staring down at a gorgeous, furious male fae.

“What are you doing, Chaos?”

“Seems pretty obvious. I needed to get off.” My chest rose and fell rapidly.

“If you needed to get off, you would’ve told me. That’s my job. Instead, you turned the shower on so I wouldn’t hear you. You snuck out of my bed. You started pleasuring yourself .”

“I almost finished, too,” I gritted out.

“You hid from me.” His words were a low growl. “Have you been faking your orgasms? I?—”

“You were sleeping,” I interrupted him. “I would never fake an orgasm. I wanted to let you sleep, and I was horny. That’s all there is to it, okay? You could’ve gotten me off twice in the amount of time I’ve spent in here, so obviously you’re not lacking anything. I was just trying to be nice.”

The anger in his gaze eased. “Sleep doesn’t matter to me. You do. If you’re horny, wake me up.”

“Okay.” I bit my lip, still breathing hard. My core was starting to ache. “I kind of panicked. I woke up with your cock between my thighs, and I was slick with need, and I wanted you badly. But I didn’t want to just use you, or make you feel violated, or?—”

“Do you know the words that seal the bond, Erin?”

His use of my name caught me off guard. I shook my head.

“I’m yours,” he said. “It’s as simple as that. I’m yours. So if you want to ride me while I’m sleeping, ride me. Waking up with you wrapped around my cock, getting yourself off, would be a fucking dream.”

My thighs clenched. “Are you going to do the same if you wake up horny?”

“Only if you want me to.”

I let myself imagine being woken up by his tongue on my clit. His hand between my thighs. His cock filling me.

My breathing picked up again. “I want you to.”

Rhett’s chest rumbled.

He opened my thighs wider, leaning in to lick me again. One of his hands found my back entrance, the other on my thigh, as he ate me out.

This time, he didn’t pull away until I was crying out with pleasure.

Afterward, he bent me over the edge of the tub and fucked me until we came together.

Throughout all of it, two words ran through my mind as if on repeat.

I’m yours.

I’m yours.

I’m yours.

We spent the day eating, lounging, and screwing.

It was blissful.

Every time we were together, I got closer to saying the words out loud.

I’m yours.

But I didn’t say them.

We fell asleep on the couch that night, an action movie playing while we drifted off. I was safe, happy, and content in a way I hoped would never end.

And there was a way to ensure it never could.

One I started to actually want as time continued to go by.

The sun didn’t wake me up the next morning.

It wasn’t even rising yet as I opened my eyes, heat coursing through my veins and pushing me to get up.

Rhett’s cock was wedged between my ass cheeks, my back was to his chest, and his fingers were between my thighs. All I had on was a pair of his sweats that had been rolled up a few times at my waist before he pushed them down in my sleep. He touched my tits too much to bother with a shirt. It would’ve just annoyed us both.

My hips arched my ass against his cock as he made a slow circle around my clit. His fingers were drenched with my desire—and probably some of his release from the night before.

I sucked in a breath as one of his fingers slowly slid inside me. It didn’t have anything on his cock, but still felt good.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I murmured, rocking my hips.

“Dreamed of you.” He lifted my thigh over his, opening me up wider as he shifted positions, lining his cock up with my slit. “I need you, Chaos.”

The words made me ache in the very best way.

He needed me.

He wanted me.

He cared about me.

I moved my hips, taking the tip of him, and he groaned as he thrust upward.

He felt amazing—but after all the sex we’d been having, I wanted more.

“Shift,” I breathed.

He growled. “I barely have control right now, Chaos. Don’t push me.”

Thrill had my back arching, and he snarled at the way it pressed him against my inner walls.

“Shift, Rhetti,” I commanded.

Instead of giving me what I wanted, he lifted me off his cock.

I glowered at him as he turned me around in his arms—but the glare vanished as he sat up and set me back down, facing him.

And as he pulled me down, seating me on his erection.

His eyes were hot, but slightly vulnerable. “I dreamed you were leaving me. Throwing a ring at me.”

“I don’t have a ring to throw.”

His grip on my hips tightened. “I’m buying you a ring, Erin. This is real. You’re going to be my wife as much as you’re my mate.”

My body clenched around his cock, but he didn’t budge.

I put my hands on his face. “I chose you, Rhett. I want you. I’m not throwing the ring, and I’m not leaving. You’re stuck with me.”

He kissed me hard.

Rough.

Burying his hands in my hair, he tilted my head back, opening me up as his tongue worked mine.

I gasped against his mouth as his cock swelled inside me, so thick I wasn’t sure I could move on it at all. I was soaked, but he was?—

“Shit,” I choked out, opening my eyes as his wings spread out behind him. They were pressed against the couch, but the intensity in his eyes said he didn’t care.

I lifted a hand to one of the horns on his head, and he gritted his teeth, throbbing hard inside me.

I needed more.

I needed him .

Permanently.

I wasn’t going to let him fade. I needed him, and wanted him, and hell, maybe even loved him. I couldn’t let him go.

So I finally let the words out. “I’m yours, Rhetti.”

His eyes burned me. “Are you sure?”

I reached for his wing with my free hand, trailing it toward the outside, where he’d never let me touch because it was too sensitive.

He gritted his jaw, his gaze flooded with the need he was fighting.

“Positive. I’m yours, whether you want me or?—”

“I want you. I always want you. I’m yours, Chaos.”

He thrust into me, and a scream of pleasure tore through my lungs as fire raced through my veins and down my spine. We came together, and a foreign weight settled on my shoulders. I leaned against his chest, panting as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up.

“I have wings now?”

“You do. They match mine.”

So they were the same as the gorgeous, colorless appendages on his back.

Something inside me settled at the clear evidence that he belonged to me and I belonged to him. I hadn’t seen them, but they were a marking that no one could erase.

He tipped my head back, lowering his lips to mine and kissing me lightly.

Slowly.

Deeply.

I kissed him back, until his fingertips brushed the top curve of one of my wings. The touch was so light, I should’ve barely felt it, but the sensation was insane.

My hips jerked violently, my teeth cutting into Rhett’s lip as the orgasm tore through me like electricity.

“Sorry—I’m sorry, I—Rhett!” My shriek accompanied another arch of my hips, my body way too responsive to the pressure against my wing.

When I lifted my head, sucking in deep breaths as I tried to recover, I found him grinning wickedly.

He’d done that on purpose.

“I’m going to kill you.” There was no bite behind the words. They actually came out a little breathy.

“Do you really want to kill me, Chaos?” One of his hands found my breast, his thumb dragging slowly over my nipple. “Or do you just want me to fuck you harder?”

I groaned.

My body tightened around his cock.

“That’s what I thought.” He lifted me off his erection, and set me down on my stomach on the ottoman. My hands spread over the cushions, and he opened my legs wide before thrusting into me again.

All my thoughts died as he dragged orgasm after orgasm out of me until I was so well-pleasured, I could barely move.

Sealing the mate bond was a good thing.

A very, very good thing.

I was never letting go of Rhett.