Mountains Vast and a Kingdom So Red

Chapter 56

Leviys later walks into my private bathroom and I admire how his ass looks in those jeans.

"You're so dreamy" I say and he jumps.

"You startled me, Princess," he says and turns on the showerhead.

"But you smelled me."

"I think I am distracted. Not sure your parents liked me."

"They do and are also masters at subtly. After your shower, will you come and cuddle me?" Because of the intense night we had yesterday, I want my menstruation blood absorbed by my tampon and far away from his face. away from his fingers and then play with my pussy." He ignores me, making me feel even more excited. I slip my fingers in my panties and begin to circle my clit, my face on fire.

"Always, angel," he responds behind the shower curtain. I just smile and lay on my back, the duvets exuding cleanliness. Once he climbs on the bed, briefs shielding his lower half, I kiss his neck and welcome his arms. I become transparent, probably because I am tucked into my lover, hearing his heartbeat. "I am trying to assemble a team of soldiers to find a female fairie in this kingdom."

"Why do you need a fairie?" He asks.

"So Simmons can reenter fairie society and feign allegiance to pantheon , and once that is accomplished he can kill the male who tried to kill my father."

My shifter's jaw drops. "Your idea sounds devious. I love it." Leviys humors a thought and then says to me. "Put me on the team."

"What?"

"I am sure your soldiers are good at tracking, but I am better. They have to have certain social skills, but my scent will bring her directly to you," he says. I stretch out of my position and look at him.

"You are my guest, not my house's soldier. Are you certain?"

"Yeah. Let me search for the fairie during the day and at night I will be here, with you."

"I do not know how that will fare with the soldiers. If you join this quest, you will need to stay with them, and communicate with them, so I am not sure..." I muse.

"I want to help you. So will you talk to your parents tomorrow?"

"Yes," I say, and allow myself to be honest a second time. "I love you."

He acts a bit awkward. "I have not told a girl I love her before and I feel, you know, warmth and love, like I am getting, there, I am."

"It is okay. Tell me when you're ready." It is so typical for me to confess first, and I want to die right here in these sheets, but I suppose I understand him. We have known each other four months. I kiss his lashes and nose and his brown eyes go liquid, a sight that fills me with hope.