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On and on, he fucks me slowly as we float through the warm air of Brevala. His kisses are deep but gentle, and, when we orgasm, it’s into each other’s mouths as we just hold clinging tightly together while suspended among the clouds.

Shuddering, I lay my head on his shoulder, looking at the blue lake below us. I took Ilona’s wings at this very spot because she dared to do the same thing I just did.

Taking measure of the feel of Ronan’s muscles and the hard length of him still pulsing inside of me, I know this isn’t going to be the last time either.

As we start to sink down, Ronan’s wings spreading wide to ride the air currents against gravity’s pull, I admit we could very well lose our lives over this.

CHAPTER 9

Ronan

I look at my watch, noting my meeting was supposed to start ten minutes ago, but I can’t be overly irritated. Carrick Byrne requested it, and I’d sit in this waiting room for an eternity if necessary. Landing the small One Bean account is what I’m hoping is the start of an exceptionally long and lucrative career at Prima.

Until I’m ready to relocate, anyway, which is something an immortal has to do as we “age out” of our colleagues and circle of friends. Of course, we have the magic of glamour, which is one of the main gifts left with our fallen angel ancestors when God tossed them from the heavens. The angels, and thus the Light Fae as we had become known, were simply too otherworldly to gaze upon, so glamour was needed.

When I look in a mirror, I just see a guy. If I were to stand beside a human and compare us, there would be obvious differences. Our bone structure is perfectly constructed, our eyes a bit more luminescent, our hair lustrous, and even our skin has a tiny shimmer. As such, we use glamour to tone down our visages, so we remain living in secrecy. We then can age up if we really like a place and want to stay a long time, but, honestly… it’s not as fun once the act of an “old man” is necessary. As such, I tend to move around every twenty-five years or so. Since I just got to Seattle and I very much like it here, I’ve got a few decades before I need to decide my next move.

Plenty of time to decide.

What to do with my life.

With Eliana.

We’ve been back from the games—and that amazing night at Cernian Falls—for two weeks now, and we haven’t spent a night apart. While we haven’t officially talked about having a relationship here in the Earth realm, we’ve sort of fallen into it.

We haven’t talked about our previous enmity, nor the fact our families hate each other with the type of passion that drives one to murder.

No, we’ve acted like humans—particularly Seattleites—who enjoy going out for good food, exploring coffee shops, and hiking in the gorgeous parks around us.

We do fuck a lot, but we’re fae. Our sex drive is as immortal as our bodies.

It’s a given we come together at night after work and dinner, staying either at her condo or mine. But truly, we’ll get it on anywhere.

It could be in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant or hiking in the middle of the woods. It’s simply a matter of me always craving her and being inside of her, so I press the opportunity when I can. And when I’m not pressing it, she is.

So yeah… we fuck… a lot.

Maybe with all that sex, we’re avoiding having the necessary talk we need to have because you can’t spend all that time with someone—much of it being incredibly intimate—and not start to develop feelings.

I’ll probably only ever admit it to myself, but I started having some sort of feelings for the exasperating yet gorgeous fae goddess warrior when we first got down and dirty in Rome. I think it was rooted in respect for her then—not just in her prowess in battle—but that she had the guts to leave Brevala like I did and strike out to find her own fortune and happiness away from the family umbrella.

Fortune is a literal milestone fae will achieve after spending centuries in the Earth realm. Unless a fae is immensely stupid or enjoys living in squalor, it’s impossible not to accumulate massive wealth. I honestly don’t even know how much money I have tucked away in banks worldwide or in vaults where I’ve garnered jewels or gold bars. I expect Eliana is the same.

We don’t flaunt it, though, because money attracts attention, so while we might wear designer clothes and live in nice digs, it’s never more than what we could reasonably explain having from an inheritance or something like that.

With that wealth, I could retire somewhere. Buy my own island, stock it with beautiful women, and live my eternity in paradise. But after living a few thousand years, it’s easy to get bored. It’s why we move around and reinvent ourselves. Hell, I’ve been to college so many times and gotten so many degrees, I could probably teach on any subject known to man. I even went through medical school about sixty years ago, and I practiced medicine in South Africa for about thirty years.

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