erupted next, clapping loudly overhead as the doors were blown open as if she was inviting me outside. I sifted back to the battlement, peering down at where Synthia once again stood in the meadow, looking up at me.
Lucian and Spyder materialized beside me, peering down at Synthia and the blood coating her dress. Lucian whistled at her curious expression and something else that lingered in her gaze.
Spyder winced, turning to look at me with something in his gaze that pissed me off. He seemed excited about her changes and yet terrified of them at the same time.
My heart thundered against my chest until Lucian spoke, and then it stopped, turning cold and lifeless. He had that fucking effect on people.
“I see Synthia found her way home, finally,” Lucian rasped thickly. “Not all of her, though, it appears.”
“Care to elaborate on what the fuck that means?” I asked carefully.
“Let’s go meet your wife, and we will ask her what she is missing. Shall we?” he asked, vanishing to stand in front of Synthia.
I sifted inches away from her and studied her curious gaze. She moved without so much as disturbing or displacing the air, appearing again further away. Her pretty eyes watched me inquisitively, sizing me up from a distance.
More and more creatures began sifting into the meadow, causing her eyes to stray, but they always returned to me, as if she was trying to place me in her mind. Her delicate nose lifted as she tilted her head. Her blood-red lips pursed into a tight line as if she found me familiar. She better have felt me, because I felt all of her. I was embedded in her soul as much as she was in mine.
“Synthia, it’s me,” I said carefully.
She appeared before me, causing the entire world to groan as she tore through it to get to me. Her platinum head lowered, and her nose pressed against my chest, inhaling as I peered over her head, looking at the gaping hole she’d just created by sifting.
“Did she just fucking rip apart the fabric of Faery?” Adam asked, noting the gaping holes Synthia tore through the veil to reach me.
On the other side of the veil, men turned, watching us curiously before reality hit them, and they rushed away from the portal hole she’d left between realms.
“Spyder, close the hole,” Lucian ordered without taking his eyes from Synthia.
Her hands lifted, stroking my chest before she ripped the shirt from my body. Her tongue tasted me as her lips kissed my chest, sampling my flesh as a moan of lust escaped her throat. Her tongue traced the markings of my tattoos and brands as if she intended to fuck me right there, in front of everyone, without caring who watched, just like the fae when feasting after a battle.
“I’m starving, and you’re fucking delicious. I want your cock,” she uttered breathlessly. Synthia’s hand slid down my chest and pushed into my pants. Wrapping her tiny fingers around my cock, she smiled through hooded, glowing eyes while it grew, welcoming her familiar touch.
“I don’t know, this isn’t so bad,” I muttered, smirking down at the ethereal beauty. Synthia watched me as she stroked my cock with a tight, sure grin, causing precum to leak with anticipation, and the need to paint her pussy with it. “You want me to bare your pretty flesh and fuck you right here in front of everyone?” I asked huskily, letting the rasp in my tone slither over her skin.
“Yes,” she whispered through a moan, tightening her hold on my dick.
Her head leaned against my chest, and I placed my hand on the back of her head, holding her to me as my eyes closed. Pain lanced through my chest as I peered down, watching her other hand push through my flesh and vanish into my chest.
Lucian grabbed her arm, applying enough pressure that she stopped reaching for my heart and turned to look at Lucian, hissing at him for disturbing her.