Anastasia's eyes closed. Her back arched and she came on his fingers. When she opened her eyes, she found his smoldering gaze looking over her body-her pink cheeks and skin, her hardened nipples and her tousled hair. With his glistening, swollen lips and gleaming eyes, he looked sexy as hell. She pulled her arms over her hand languidly as he watched her. Her eyes went to his erection and she gasped.

Wet on the slit and skin stretched taut, she wanted to nuzzle it and wrap her lips around it. Very arrogantly he stroked his member and then hissed, "Spread your thighs again, Natya."

In order to tease him, she lifted her right knee up and then slowly lifted the left one. Once they were up, she let them fall apart.

"Oh fuck!" he hissed as he stroked himself again. "You are good at provoking, Natsya."

She smiled in response and touched her breasts. He kneeled in between her legs. She realized how massive he was with all those hard muscles and power oozing like second nature. He loomed over her and then suddenly grasped her wrists and pinned them on the top. He positioned his shaft on her core and slipped inside... slowly... like torture... She moved her hips hungrily but he had pinned her, so she had to wait for him. She was soaking for him. In a swift movement, he thrust inside her till he hit her in the last. The pleasure made her arch her body again and her nipples raked his chest.

Ileus became still for a moment for her to get used to his size and when she did, he started pounding her. Her eyelids became heavy. He left her wrists and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. She threaded her fingers through his soft hair. "Ah!" she said as he thrust inside her again. He crashed his lips over hers and they were all tongue and teeth and moans.

She cried when he left her. He leaned on his arms and then began pounding in her frantically, wantonly, urgently. "I am about to come Natsya!" he said with his brows drawn together.

"Then do so, Al!" She encouraged him.

But the man stopped. He went back on his knees while still inside her. He wrapped his arm on her waist and lifted her up on his lap. "Ah!" she dried when her hair whipped on her back. He grabbed her close to him and then pounded her relentlessly. He was breathless. His neck muscles were corded and his bicep muscles bulged. The way he had pinned her body to him when he thrust inside her, pushed her to the edge. He gazed down at her breasts that were bouncing in front of him every time he pounded.

"Come around my cock, Natsya!" he said and then spilled a curse. "I want you to come around me so hard." His cock swelled more and stretched her. It was pulsating, it was throbbing. His balls squeezed and his jaw became tight.

All at once she cried, "Yes!" and her gigantic wings flared behind her involuntarily in the throes of pleasure. He had unshackled them just then and without realizing it she spread them with force.

He stilled at the breathtaking site, which was so exciting that with a bellow to the ceiling, he released inside her.

Anastasia followed him, her muscles clenching as if she wanted to milk every last drop from him. Pleasure cruised through her body and she saw stars in her vision. When she opened her eyes, she was stunned to see her wings spread behind her, across the bed in the air. When it dawned upon her that she was holding the upright, her shoulder blade gave in and she dropped them. Breathless, she gave him a knowing look and dragged them around, encasing them in the warmth of her wings, whose veins were pulsating silver as if electricity zapped in silence.

"You are beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "Back in Draoidh, I will have to create a bigger bedchamber for us," he chuckled. He touched her wings on the inside as she slumped against his chest. For a long time he remained inside her as he stroked them, feeling ensorcelled, wrapped in his mate's wings. Could he be so lucky?

It was crazy, it was mind blowing, it was what they had both wanted. He shackled her wings again and laid her back on the bed. He slumped over her. She was the consistency of a puddle as she laid beneath him. He remained inside her as her core continued to clench around his cock.

"You greedy girl," he said when he got up and rolled back with her on his chest.

She slid beside him and then snuggled in his chest. "Why did you unshackle them?" she asked in a low, heavy voice, feeling sleepy.

"Did you feel the pain when you flared them?" he asked.

"No... It happened as an instinct," she replied, closing her eyes.

He flicked his hand and the blanket covered them. With another wave of his hand, the hearth reduced to embers. "That is what I wanted to know. You have to trust your instincts also." When she didn't say anything, he continued, "By the way, you have beautiful wings, wife. I can stay wrapped in them forever."

She let out a soft chuckle and snuggled closer. "When are we starting for the Tides of Bromval?"

"As soon as you have healed properly."

"I am feeling very fine, Ileus," she replied. "I don't think there's a reason to stay back any longer in Ixoviya. In fact if you want to leave tonight, I am up for it."

His beautiful wife must have read his thoughts. Lightly he brushed her arm up and down and kissed her head. "Are you sure, Anastasia? Don't you want to stay a little more and heal? What you went through was horrifying."

With her closed eyes, she made lazy circles on his chest. Contemplating. With every passing day, Ileus was studying his wife's expressions and gestures.

"I am absolutely fine," she replied. "I don't want to stay here longer." She was eager to find Iona and get over this ordeal. After that, she would ask Adrianna's help to free her kingdom from the clutches of her cousin brother.

"Okay," he said. "Then we will leave tomorrow."

The next day the servants gathered their things that the group had packed and loaded them in the wagon. This time Daryn insisted that they go in a carriage with a wagon, but Ileus allowed only the wagon. He wanted to ride on Lovac with his wife. When they walked to the courtyard of the castle, he found his group sharing wine in gold glasses with the royal guards. All of them rose at his entrance. Daryn and Dawn accompanied them to the exit.

"You should have stayed longer," said Daryn, looking at Anastasia. "She is still fragile."

Ileus gazed at his mate with a smile. "My wife wishes to leave."

Dawn took a step forward and hugged her. She said, "If you need my help, let me know." When she removed herself, her eyes became wide, remembering something. "Oh! The sword that you got from Evindal-if you forge it in dragon's fire, you will be able to kill spirits and wraiths with it easily."

Wraith? Her eyes became wide. She remembered.