sharp points again. Very carefully, he thumbed her lips and rubbed the edges of the fangs. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than these.”
“I didn’t mean to … it’s just that …”
“I know.” The time had come. “Why don’t you show me your bedroom, and I’ll happily let you tap in anywhere you want to.” Bold words.
In response, she almost fell, but he slid his arm around her waist, supporting her. “Knees buckled?”
“Uh-huh. It’s been a long time. Way too long. But please know nothing permanent can come of this.”
“I know, and I’m with you. We both need to stay focused on our separate duties. But right now, I’m going to focus on you.”
She whimpered softly, leaning her head against his shoulder.
He picked her up and flew her slowly out the door toward her bedroom. The fresh smell of the oak wood spilled over him.
When he crossed the solid wood bridge and reached the open doorway to her treehouse bedroom, he paused on the threshold. He didn’t usually attach a lot of meaning to sex, or even to where a woman slept. But something about this moment felt sacred. Once more he experienced the vibrations from deep in the earth as though Willow and now he had a connection to the land.
Miriam had been right; everything about his relationship with Willow felt very realm.
The room had windows on each side. And just like that, vines suddenly appeared at the long, open window above the bed. He had no doubt he was looking at Willow’s magic, and that the vines that grew at the base of the central oak, had just climbed into her room.
She moved in his arms and he set her down.
“Your vines are here.”
She glanced back at the bed. “Yes, they are, but don’t worry; they’re part of me.”
“I’m not worried, Willow, not on any level. You spoke of trusting me, but I feel the same way about you.”
She turned back to him and caught his face in her hands, kissing him once on the lips. “Will you let me do something for you? It would mean a lot to me, a sort of ritual.”
He’d known many fae through the years and knew that they placed great value on the order of things. “I’d be honored.”
She drew a deep breath and he felt how nervous she was. But what she said surprised him. “Take off your clothes.”
~ ~ ~
Willow felt her cheeks grow warm, having just told the Mastyr of Ashleaf to essentially get naked. She added quickly, “I’ll be right back.”
She moved into the small adjacent bathroom and filled a white ceramic basin with cool water. Afterward, she removed her clothes then donned her thin, white, floor-length robe. She took a moment to brush out her long hair.
She heard Malik cursing. Right afterward, the sound of his boots striking the wood floor reverberated into the bathroom. The Guardsmen wore thigh boots over leathers, a very masculine, sexy look, but they couldn’t always be easy to remove.
Carrying the basin and two soft cloths, she stopped on the threshold. He’d laid out his clothes on a ladder-back woven chair by the window opposite the bed.
And he was naked.
She couldn’t believe that after two years of painful longing he was finally here. Given her level of responsibility, she might only get to experience this with him once, but she wanted to do it right. Besides, the earth sustained her as though approving of what she was doing, and she knew the colony was safe.
Bidding him stand on the oval rag-rug that she’d made herself, she dipped the cloth in the water. She sank to her knees and began with his feet and cleansed him, her heart very full, her fangs sitting on her lower lip because she was terribly aroused. She washed his legs and felt his hand on her head in soft, affectionate strokes.
His very tender touch was just as she’d imagined. She sensed his emotions as well that he was somewhat in awe of what she was doing. At the same time, his mating vibration came to life, a soft hum in the center of his being, which