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one painted from a photograph taken at their joining
ceremony. Emery had married his bride legally for her
world in Las Vegas, before he brought her here to merge
their life essences. Ric knew Aidan had witnessed the
ceremony and taken the pictures, and he was sure that one
day soon, Aidan would sit down and share all those
memories with his newfound cousin. For now, all Ric
could do was hold her close and dry her tears.
Chapter Seventeen
It was night by the time Meagan got her first look at
Underhill outside the palace. For the most part it looked
like anyplace else she d ever been. Same sky, same moon,
same stars. Except that maybe they seemed a bit closer?
Brighter? Something.
And then there was the rose garden.
Rosemeade was phenomenal, of course, putting
Aidan s Grosse Pointe mansion to shame. But she d sort
of come to expect that. What she hadn t expected was the
incredible sense of family history that permeated the
place. She knew that when she had the chance, she d have
to spend a few weeks here going through photo albums
and diaries and such. Not now, but later, when she could
get a handle on her emotions.
She also had totally spaced out about the issue of
technology in the elven world. On the surface, everything
seemed so medieval; she hadn t expected to find a stereo
and a stack of record albums in her father s old bedroom.
Or a KitchenAid mixer in the kitchen. Ric had explained
that the technology worked, sort of, powered by magic
instead of electricity. But it was considered impolite to
display it in public and there were no broadcasts, or
Internet to tap into. She was glad that the social
restrictions didn t apply to plumbing facilities. Now that
she thought about it, the bathrooms in the palace had been
fully functional.
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But the rose garden was simply magical. There was
no other word for it. Tiny lights like fireflies or Christmas
tree lights twinkled in the greenery, but there were no
cords.
The origin of the phrase fairy lights, Ric
murmured.
Are they alive?
No. Just magic.
Just magic. She didn t know if she d ever be able to be
cavalier about it.
The roses glowed in the light of the sparkles and stars.
The garden was huge, she couldn t see where it ended, but
that might have been careful design as much as size.
Trellises arched over the cobblestone pathway and carved
stone benches nestled between beds. The ground was
carpeted with lavender and flowering thyme, filling the air
with a spicy counterpoint to the heady aroma of the roses.
They followed the winding path, hands twined
together. Right before they made a turn, she paused and
looked at the house. Though palatial on the inside, from
the outside it resembled a simple cobblestone cottage. It
is the house from my first painting, isn t it?
It is.
All this time, I thought they were only dreams.
No. They walked on till they came to a small white
wooden pergola, covered, of course, with tiny pink
climbing roses. Inside was a cushioned bench and Ric
drew her into it, pulling her close for a kiss.
It seemed like forever since they d been together in
Chicago, though she supposed it had really only been
sixteen hours or so. But so much had happened and so
much had changed that it felt like a lifetime.
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Goddess, I missed this! Ric s groan echoed her own
thoughts. He sat on the bench, drawing her down into his
lap. She molded her body to his, trying to get as close as
humanly or magically possible and burrowed her
hands up under his Ramones T-shirt.
Is anybody else likely to come out here? She
managed to speak only after his lips left hers to travel
down the side of her throat. His hands were already inside
her tank top, cupping the sides of her breasts while his
thumbs rasped across her nipples.
Not if they don t have a death wish. He nipped the
tendon where her shoulder met her throat. I told the
guards to keep watch outside the rose garden until we get
back.
Smart man. She shifted so she was straddling his
legs, pressing her damp jeans down against the bulge in
his. With way too many clothes on.
Umm-hmm. He captured her mouth for another kiss,
one that had her grinding against him. Then he pulled
back and dropped a feather-light kiss on the tip of her
nose. Wanna see a cool trick?
Sure. He d already shown her more than she d ever
known about making love. She trusted him.
He held his hand out to the side and concentrated for a
second. Then Meagan squealed as she realized he now
held her jeans in his outstretched hand. He d blinked them
right off her body.
Oh, that is cool. But don t ever do it when I m not
expecting it. She closed her eyes and thought for a
second and sure enough, there was his T-shirt, wadded up
in her hand. Awesome.
Oh yeah? There went her shirt. And her bra. They
were both giggling like idiots. She ported off his jeans,
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leaving him in nothing but his boots and socks, which he
must have gotten rid of on his own, because a second later
they were gone. She kicked off her canvas sneakers
before he could blink them. All that remained between
them now was a wet pair of blue cotton panties. Are you
attached to those? His voice was a low, raspy purr.
Not really. Hers was nothing more than an airy puff.
Good. Instead of blinking away her underwear, he
reached around her back, grabbed hold with both hands
and ripped.
She shifted, allowing him to pull the shreds away from
her body before she shimmied back against him, rubbing
her cleft against the hard ridge of his cock. She wanted
him inside her desperately, but another part of her wanted
to draw things out, to savor the moment. She slid her
hands through his long, silky hair and leaned forward to
nip the point of his ear.
Goddess!
Mmm. Pointy and sensitive. I love your ears, Ric.
She sucked the tip between her lips and tickled it with her
tongue.
And they love what you re doing to them. But now
it s my turn. He laid her back, supporting her with his
hands as he lowered his mouth to her breasts. He dropped
a kiss on one, briefly brushing it with his tongue before he
switched to the other, settling there for a longer, wetter
kiss. She groaned out loud when he sucked the pebbled
peak into the heat of his mouth, swirling his tongue in
slow, luxurious circles.
She gripped his arms for support as she leaned
backward, her spine arching upward while he continued to
suckle. The heavy fragrance of the rose garden tickled her
nose and mixed with the scent of Ric s sweat and her own
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musk.
Beautiful! he crooned when he finally kissed his
way across her chest to her other nipple. He treated it to
the same thorough attention as its mate and he tugged
gently with his teeth, making her breath catch in her
throat.
I wanted this to last. His strong hands pulled her
upward, pressing her close against his chest. But I don t
think I can wait any longer.
Then don t. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she
rose up higher on her knees, giving him room to position
himself at her entrance. Then she tipped her face to his
and kissed him. Their lips clung tenderly while she
slowly, slowly sank down onto his strong, thick shaft,
savoring every second as he filled her bit by bit.
One of his hands tangled in her hair, the other gently
cupped her ass. For a long time they stayed still, only their
lips moving in a slow, seductive dance. Eventually,
though, the need became too overpowering to resist and
Meagan pushed herself up with her knees. Their bodies
slid against each other easily, she was that wet, as she rose
to the point where only the head of his penis remained
inside her. Then she wiggled her hips as she inched back
down.
Ric s tongue pushed into her mouth at the same time
and she sucked on it instinctively, wanting all of him, any
way she could get him. His fingers tightened, the tug on
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