Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Her words seemed to upset her mate more. “True. They won’t need us soon. Eighteen years is nothing when you’re immortal. The years are pulled out from under you like quicksand.”
Crossing the room, Rose slid a comforting hand over Fionn’s broad shoulder as she trailed a gentle fingertip down her son’s chubby cheek. His lashes flickered in his sleep. She lowered her voice so as not to wake him. “They will always need us. Perhaps not like they need us now, but they will always need us. And we won’t make the mistake that some parents do of thinking our grown children don’t have need of us. We’re gifted eternity with them, Fionn. We’ll always be their family because the likelihood of them finding a fae mate is slim.” She squeezed his shoulder. “Whatever choices they make to foster a happy eternity, we’ll be right by their side, reminding them that they are never alone.”
Fionn glanced up at her, something like awe and pride in his expression. “You always say the right thing, mo chroí.”
She smiled softly. “That’s because I’m always right.” Rose leaned down, whispering her lips across his ear. “Let me put our son back in his cot so you can take your wife to bed.”
His breath hitched, and Rose pulled back to find that heated look in his eyes she adored. Body already thrumming with anticipation, Rose eased Ardal from his father’s arms. She grinned fondly at the way his nose scrunched up in his sleep, and yet he didn’t wake. Lowering him into his cot, she pulled his blanket over him and brushed her fingers down his soft baby cheek.
“We should have named you Suanach,” Rose murmured with amusement.
“Your Old Irish is coming along.” Fionn stood at her back, his hand resting on her hip. Suanach meant sleepy or dormant. “But I think we named him just right.”
Ardal meant high king.
Like his father.
“Me too.” Rose turned and held out her hand to Fionn.
With one last look at his son, he took her invitation and led her out of the room and back to their bedchamber.
Rose expected an immediate and thorough ravishing, but before Fionn did just that, he clasped her face between his large palms and bent low to hold her gaze. Her breath caught at the roiling emotions in his.
“Never think because of this fear I hold that I am not beyond grateful and elated with my existence. Rose Mór, you have given me more than I could ever have wished for myself.”
She curled her hands around his wrists, eyes bright with joyful tears. “I know. And I wouldn’t change a single step of our journey. Not when it brought us right here.”
“Mo chroí …” He growled the endearment as he rested his forehead to hers. “I once told you nothing should last forever. What a fool I was. Because I need you and our children to last until the final star falls out of the sky.”
Rose pulled him closer at his beautiful words. “Then that’s what’s going to happen,” she vowed.
With a groan of need, Fionn crushed his mouth to hers and they stumbled toward the bed, falling upon it with a passion that had never faded. Rose knew it never would.
Not even when the final star fell from the sky.
Kamala Rainforest, Phuket, Thailand
Niamh ogled her mate as he lazed in the precariously positioned pool that dangled over the rainforest. It was situated within the wraparound deck of the luxury treehouse Fionn had gifted to them. Because, after all, Niamh had saved the world. They had made fond memories in this treehouse, and while Kiyo had been unsure of returning to it, over the years he’d grown to love what they called their vacation home.
His strong torso glistened with water from the pool as he tipped his head back to let the sun warm his face through the trees. Niamh felt more than a prickle of arousal as she leaned against the doorframe, gaze sweeping over his taut, smooth fawn skin. Kiyo would always be the most beautiful male she’d ever seen. Sometimes it still knocked the breath out of her that he was hers.
“Komorebi, either quit staring or get in,” he murmured, opening his dark eyes.
“Was that a request or a command?”
His eyes smoldered.
Without another word, Niamh pulled off her kaftan and threw it behind her. Naked, she sauntered out onto the deck, shivering at the low growl Kiyo emitted as he watched her approach.
Her breasts bounced, her nipples pebbling even in the warm air as she took the steps down into the shallow pool. Kiyo’s chest rose and fell a little faster with excitement.
And Niamh didn’t leave him waiting.
She straddled him beneath the water and he yanked her roughly over him, taking her right nipple in his mouth. Niamh’s cries filled the trees as her back bowed, pleasure rushing between her legs as he suckled on her.