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"You really are related to Meryn, aren't you?" he asked before tilting her head back. Slowly
and deliberately he began to kiss her face--her forehead, between her brows, each eyelid, her nose,
and finally, her lips.
She blinked up at him. "This is real?"
He propped himself up, resting on his hand, and grinned. "You and my brother managed to
achieve the impossible by bringing me home. Mother returned the light I gave you, and by being in
Éire Danu, I was able to restore my inner light." He smiled. "I remember now, that dream from so
long ago. After I gave you my light, I woke up, and the memory of you and the dream were gone. I
thought I was turning feral, but in reality, I was adjusting to the loss of my light."
Amelia gasped and sat up in bed. "Oh my Goddess, this is all my fault! If I hadn't..."
Darian quieted her by placing a finger over her lips. "I remember feeling completely panicked
as you stared up at me, so tiny and innocent. When I saw the fear in your eyes at the idea of being
forgotten, I didn't even stop to think, I gave you my light. If we're placing blame, it should be placed
solely at my feet. But in my defense, I had no idea that losing my light for such a short amount of time
while I was unable to visit Éire Danu would almost turn me feral. "
Amelia couldn't believe the difference in him. He was smiling and joking; he seemed to exude
congeniality. She didn't like it. She had dreamed of her prince and thought he was the one she longed
for, but she had fallen in love with her dark and surly warrior.
"You're frowning." He sat up and the sheet pooled at his waist.
Blushing, she realized that she had been stripped, too. She turned away, embarrassed.
"Hey, what's this? Why are you turning from me?"
She couldn't meet his eyes. It felt like she was in bed with a stranger.
"Amelia?" Darian's voice was no longer so affable. It held an edge of concern.
When she looked up, his brows were knitted together, and he was frowning. She threw her
arms around his neck. "You're you!" she cried out.
"Of course I am." His arms went around her, and he pulled her into his lap to sit between his
legs. "What's going on?"
"I feel like I don't know you when you're smiling. I like your frowny face better." She sniffed
and used the sheet to wipe her nose.
"My frowny face? Gods above, what a mangled mating I have given you where you don't
recognize me unless I'm a sullen bastard." Darian cradled her head to his chest.
"I like you grumpy," she mumbled.
He pulled back and glared at her. "How's this?"
She giggled. "Much better."
His features softened. "I'll have to introduce you to my smiling face so you recognize both."
Amelia shrugged. "You seem shifty when you're smiling."
His eyebrows shot up. "Shifty? Shifty! I'll give you shifty!" He started tickling her mercilessly.
"I give! I give!" she shouted.
"I even serenaded you," he grumbled, pulling her down to lie beside him.
"It was Michael Bolton."
"I won't begrudge a fellow bard who happened to have written the words to describe my
feelings perfectly." He turned on his side and slowly began to trace his finger down her body. "How
are you doing, really?"
Her breath caught in her throat, and all of her attention was on the tip of his finger making lazy
circles around her breast. "Fine," she managed to squeak out. She felt moisture begin to pool between
her legs. He was barely touching her and she could barely think.
"Amelia, I'd like to claim you, if you're willing," he said, laying his hand flat over her heart.
"There's nothing I'd like more!" She had been dreaming of this moment all her life. She was
finally going to be claimed.
His fingers trailed down her body until they brushed her opening. He teased her while his
mouth suckled and nipped at her breast.
When he moved over her, she smiled up at him. He reached down and eased himself forward.
She gasped and threw her head back. There was no pain, just the pleasurable sensation of being full
and complete.
"For every tear I made you shed, I promise you a million smiles," he whispered, thrusting
deep.
"For every moment of doubt and pain, I will give you hours of pleasure." He kept eye contact
as their bodies merged.
"I cannot change the past, but I give you my future." Slowly, he sunk himself to her very core.
He was stringing out each moment until it collided with the next, each wave of pleasure unending.
"I promise to be your best friend, your lover, and the father of your children, placing your
needs and their needs above my own." He stopped, now completely inside of her, and leaned down to
kiss her gently.
Just when she thought she couldn't take the slow pace anymore, he began to glow. He threw
his head back, the muscles in his neck pulled tight. When the sphere of light widened to include her,
her body detonated. Small explosions of pleasure ran down her spine causing her to scream her
satisfaction.
She felt her soul lift up and merge with his. Where they had been two incomplete pieces, they
were now whole. When they separated, the light that was the piece of their combined souls drifted
back into her chest, carrying a piece of him with it.
Breathing heavily, Darian withdrew from her body and collapsed to one side. "Thank you, my
love."
Amelia couldn't quite catch her breath. She lay on her back staring up at the plant-covered
ceiling. "Anytime."
He chuckled once then groaned as he sat up in bed. On unsteady legs, he wobbled to what she
assumed was the bathroom. She was sure when he came back a few minutes later with a cream-
colored linen cloth.
He stood at the foot of the bed, a smug expression on his face as he stared down at her body.
"Gods, you are beautiful."
"So are you." She smiled at him.
He gently cleaned her up and returned to the bathroom with the cloth. He sat on the edge of the
bed and stroked her hair away from her face.
Amelia looked around the room. It reminded her of his room back in the Alpha estate only
fancier. All the furniture here was white with accents in silver and gold.
"Where are we?"
"My quarters in the palace."
"Didn't you leave almost six hundred years ago?"
He nodded, a sad look on his face. "My mother must have kept this room up all this time."
"She was very distraught earlier when she thought you were dying."
He nodded. "I can't wait to meet with her. We've been invited to an early dinner."
"Dinner? What time is it?" She blinked and looked around for a clock.
He grimaced. "I think you mean, what day?"
"Get the fuck outta here."
Darian laughed. "It's the day after you brought me here. I woke up a couple of hours ago.
Someone was kind enough to leave a tray of food by the door so I ate while I sat with you. If you
didn't wake up in time for dinner, I was going to send for a healer."
"How soon before we have to go meet your mother?" she asked, sitting up.
He looked out the window for the sun's fading position. "In about thirty minutes."
"What!" she shrieked and flew out of bed. "Where's the shower? Where's my clothes? I need
my makeup!"
He stood and placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her frantic circling. "Calm down.
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