A Court of Smut and Fantasy

Come Home

She stared at him, his body leaning against the archway, eyebrow raised sightly. But she could still see the hurt in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Nyx."

"No, of course not. You just thought your life wasn't worth a damn thing. And let me make one thing perfectly clear, Rhiannon." He stalked close, gripping her arms tightly in his hands. "I am not my father, however admirable he is. I will give you as much slack or space as you need, but never at the cost of your own life."

"I'm not doing this right now." She shoved past him, walking down the hall into the spacious dining room.

"Of course not, because three months apart wasn't enough time for you to hear me out or come back home." His voice followed her and she turned, leaning back against the massive, wooden dining table. Her hands gripped the chair behind her tightly as he came into view.

"That was not my home-"

"Because you never let it be!" She flinched and he stilled in front of her, chest heaving and dark eyes fixed on hers. He rested both arms on the table behind her, caging her in his arms. His next words were spoken softly. "Did you mean it when you offered me that plate or was it a ploy designed to distract me?"

"A plate you never accepted." His jaw clenched. "I left because I love you."

"Present tense?" He scoffed. "Interesting, doesn't feel that way."

"You're cruel and-"

"And you're conniving."

Biting her lip to keep it from trembling did nothing to stop her eyes from watering.

"Then why did you come?" Nyx remained silent. "Why did you find me if you believed me to be so heartless?"

"Because I never wish to experience again the fear I felt when I came back to find you missing. I came here to bring you home." His voice cracked on the word 'home' and it created a crack in her shields, something she fought hard to protect. "I don't care if you're angry with me in any court of your choosing, so long as you're safe in that realm."

That was enough, her walls shattered and with that she was flooded with all the emotions he had felt upon finding her missing. The heartache at the realization she had been capable of such an action, followed by such fear for her wellbeing. Anger, sadness, urgency, despair, failure. And buried beneath it all, the most pure love she had ever encountered. So raw and powerful.

And somehow, despite the betrayal he felt, he still found it in himself to love her.

Without hesitation, she cupped his face and kissed him fiercely. Her lips slanting over his, begging for reciprocation. A need filled her belly, pooling at her core the moment his arms gripped her waist and slid her to sit on the dining table. She jumped at the sound of the chair clattering to the floor.

"Sorry."

"Shut up." She mumbled against his lips in reply, kissing her way down his jaw. Spreading her legs apart, she could feel him situate himself between them; his stiff, quivering member outlined in his pants. His hands gripped the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion and his eyes lit up with desire to find she was lacking undergarments. He palmed her breasts, moaning at their fullness.

"When I remove your pants will I be pleased to find you without underwear?" He asked gruffly.

"I guess you'll have to figure that out for yourself." She whispered, earning a growl that increased the moisture between her legs.

Bringing his mouth to her breast, he began to gently suckle on her nipple. He tenderly tugged on the other with his thumb and forefinger, eliciting an eager moan from his mate. He continued his loving abuse on her breasts, pleased when she began to wiggle against him.