19. Solon

19

SOLON

Solon realized towards the end of the vid that his curvy little human bride had fallen asleep. He turned off the screen and looked down to study her.

Abbey was curled trustingly against his side, her face pillowed on his chest and her arm wrapped around his waist. Her lovely face was relaxed in sleep, her long lashes like fans against her high cheekbones.

The sight of her resting against him filled him with tenderness and longing. It told him that Abbey was beginning to trust him, despite her earlier fears and her Shadowed past.

Please, Goddess—let me be worthy of her trust, he prayed, reaching down to brush a long strand of her dark brown hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear. Let her come to me and give me wisdom to know what she needs and how to give it to her.

More than anything in the universe, he wanted Abbey's trust and love. She was his fated mate—the one female in the world the Goddess had chosen especially for him. He wanted to cherish her and pleasure her—to provide for her and protect her and most of all to hold her in his arms like this forever.

Solon was under no illusions, though—he knew that he had both his Bonding Scent and his Chimera ability to give and receive emotions to thank for Abbey's acceptance of him. He hadn't told her about his ability yet but he would need to soon. He didn't want her to feel like he was manipulating her. He just had to find the right way to tell her.

But for now, he would hold her as she slept and just enjoy the feeling of her soft, curvy form resting against him.