His Sword and Her Magic (Book Two Of the Fae Series)

Chapter Sixteen

Oliver Pov:

The way he devoured me during sex had made me shudder. The way he growled possessively in my ear, describing the things he would do to me. I had a feeling his instincts had taken over with the slightly glazed look in his eyes, but honestly, I didn't care. It had been deliciously pleasurable the entire time and he had been so gentle with me.

I stared at his sleeping face beside me, his chocolate-colored hair messy from when I had run my fingers through it. He couldn't blame me when it looked so soft and when he had done the same to me. I ran my hand through my hair, removing some of the tangles as I admired my mate's peaceful expression. I was tempted to trace his features, his straight nose and thick, but well-kept eyebrows. His perfect cupid bow lips I could kiss for hours.

I bit the inside of my cheek, wiggling slightly closer to him, snaking my arms around him. His hold on my tightened slightly, but he didn't wake up. I loved him, even if I had met him only a day ago. I freed one of my hands to rub the slightly sore spot on my neck. The sweet spot where he had suckled many times, but he had yet to mark me permanently.

He had tight shorts on, but no shirt, his fabulous muscles still exposed to me. I was tempted to lick them like I did before, but I resisted. I could see my own little hickeys and scratches across his body. If he was possessive, I could be too. None of the marks would be seen through his usual clothes, except for the one just below his ear.

I almost giggled but managed to stifle the sound before it woke him up. I was a little sore, but I had a feeling that when he woke he would be more worried about me than himself. I might have done a bit too much, seeing as the marks were still staying despite him being a faery. Then his eyelids fluttered open, a small sleepy smile lifting his lips. Amber eyes stared at me silently. I also had on pants, but his gaze still traveled down my exposed chest.

His arms curled around me, moving to my back as he pulled me flush against him, his nose brushing that little spot on my neck where he would eventually mark me. I had to admit it had been hard not to sink my fangs into his own neck, or suck on the spot I knew would make his knees weak, but I had resisted. If he didn't want to mark me during the heat of passion, I wasn't going to push him. I knew he would feel guilty if he marked me without being in full control of his instincts.

"Good morning," I greeting, nuzzling into him and planting a kiss on his warm skin. He smiled into my neck before pulling away slightly to view my face.

"Good morning," He replied, voice slightly deeper than normal. I licked my lips, propping myself up into a sitting position and peeking at the window.

"It's a little after breakfast when's your shift?" I asked him. He sighed softly, sitting up and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Soon. I can probably eat, then I have to leave to take Leigha's spot," He hummed in reply. I let myself lean back into him, tilting my head back slightly. "I want to mark you so badly," he whispered against my skin. I couldn't help but shiver in anticipation. 

"Why can't you?" I replied in a soft voice, lifting my hand up to run my fingers through his oh-so-soft hair.

"I... I want you to mark me first..." he mumbled, his eyes moving to the carpet as if it were really interesting. I bit the inside of my cheek before throwing one leg over him and stradling him.

"Okay. I want to mark you too," I replied softly, placing a kiss on his lips before brushing my sharp fae teeth slightly against the spot I would mark him. He shivered in pleasure, resting his forehead against me as his thumbs made little curls on my back.

"Thank you, Oliver," he replied. "I love you," He added in a softer voice.

"I love you too," I replied easily. Then I bit him. The feel was blissful. I could almost feel out souls singing as they were combined together. His blood even tasted good and it took an effort to pull myself away from him so he could mark me. I stared at his neck, watching the little cat that was my inner beast form there. Now he was mine, just as I would soon be his.

Apollo Pov:

He bit down after those words whispered against my skin. It was pleasure that swam through my body from my neck to the tips of my toes. I bit my bottom lip but couldn't help the little moan that left my lips, but my instincts were begging me to mark my mate as mine. When he pulled away, I nuzzled the spot between his neck and his shoulder, placing a kiss there before playfully licking at the hickey already there. Then I bit down.

My eyelids fluttered from the pleasure, and his adorable moan reached my ears. His back arched towards me, his head moving even further so I had better access to his neck, fingers tangling in my hair. I had to pull away, unfortunately. I lapped up the slight beeds of blood spilling out before watching the wound heal just enough to stop the bleeding. My mark would be there forever, a small wolf howling upwards.

Before I had felt my mate, now I could sense him. I knew what he was feeling, those emotions just buzzing on the surface of his mind. It was fascinating to feel, but the slight flickers of arousal though were starting to affect me. I pulled my mind back, staring at my perfect mate, then sighing slightly in defeat.

"I have to go soon," I said with my blank voice that keyed my annoyance. He got off of me, sitting on the bed as he watched me stand. I tugged on my clothes, running my fingers through my messy hair a few times before adjusting my color so his mark showed. We had taken a shower after sex last night, so I was clean, but I still smelt like him for sleeping for those few hours that I had.

And he smelled like me. My instincts were pleased with both of those facts. If only I could spend longer with him. I leaned over him, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"Oliver, I will see you in a few hours, but If you need me, call. I will be there," I said, completely serious, but he smiled slightly, returning the kiss, but drawing it out a little more. "Oliver..." I said softly, my voice with a hint of desperation. No matter how much I wanted to bed him again right here and right now I had duties to do as the prince.

"Sorry, sorry," he giggled, but he didn't really sound that sorry as he pulled away. "I'll call you if I need you, but I will probably be taking a nap," he said as he laid back in the down blankets. I shook my head.

"Mhmm, goodnight, Oliver. I love you," I said with an eye roll. His musical laugh reached my ears again.

"Love you too, Apollo."