22. Chapter 22- Nyx

The pain of the wood digging into my back heightens the pleasure that Felix is conjuring with the way he moves his tongue against me. Fuck, this male knows what he is doing. And if he enjoys it this much, who am I to complain? Especially if he wants to devour me on the new table we usually eat at.

I lift my head in the hope of catching a glimpse of him watching me come undone beneath him. But what I see has me going still. His hips are moving back and forth as if he is…

"Are you dancing?"

"If you get to dance while you eat something you enjoy, then I get to, too," he says between long drags of his tongue against my clit.

"I don't dance." My laughter turns into moans as he inserts his fingers.

"I beg to differ."

He curls his fingers and moves them in tandem with the pulls of his mouth. Within seconds he has me coming against his mouth and writhing with the intense pleasure that he enjoys dragging out until my legs are squeezing his head.

"Please," I beg.

"Please, what?" he growls against me, not letting up.

"I need you."

He finally stops torturing me and thrusts inside of me, stretching and filling me to the point it borders on pain. I love it. I love him.

This male, this prince, saw all of my scars, my darkness, and not only accepted them but loves them. I was left feeling broken and ruined after I escaped Dominic. Like a monster who needed to be put down, never to find love or acceptance. There was me and everyone else. Two things that were never meant to mix.

But as Poppa said, there was never a monster, only me. And Felix saw that before I ever could. I don't deserve him, and I am not sure I ever will. But I will work daily to ensure he feels as loved and accepted as he makes me feel.

His copper eyes meet my blue ones, and I find it odd that my heart can live outside my chest. But there he is, magnificent and wholly mine.

"I love you," I pant, needing him to hear and feel it.

"I love you too," he moans.

And then the words I never thought would leave my mouth bubble up like cool water in the spring. "You own me, Felix. And I would not have it any other way."

"And you own me, Little Thief."

Together, we come apart for one another, giving ourselves completely over to the other's keeping, knowing that we will be safe and cared for no matter what.

"Oh, I can't wait! When was the last time anyone saw a coronation? Rose is going to be so beautiful and the perfect Queen! I hope she likes the new scent I made for her! AND I saw the crown she picked to wear! It is so perfect! AND—"

"Kaelin," Tia cuts off her sister's rambles with a laugh.

"Sorry. I am just so excited! Everything is so perfect! We will have a new queen, the vines and thorns are gone, the evil King and Queen are dead, Nyx and Felix are finally together, and I have a mate!" she gushes.

His ears must have been burning, because he saunters up to her and plants a heated kiss on her lips. Kaelin blushes and swats his chest. "Not in front of everyone!"

Tia rolls her eyes, but then her mate does the same thing to her, and both Kaelin and I laugh as she is left rosy-cheeked and tucking hair behind her ear. Tia is a badass, but when it comes to her mate, she is a big softy.

But then again…so am I.

Felix wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in close. I am so excited to start our adventure of traveling the world now that the vines are gone and Rose is taking the throne. Felix is her new ambassador, so we are setting out to make connections with neighboring kingdoms and do reconnaissance to see what the world has become. It is frightening and exciting. Plus, I get to experience it all with my mate beside me.

My eyes roam over the people around me. It amazes me how, in such a short time, that not only have my enemies become my friends, but also my family. And if anyone messes with what is mine, they will find themselves in my web of rope and under my blade. These people know who I am and accept me, flaws and all. So, they won't be surprised when the beast comes out to play every now and then.

"So…" Felix wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him.

"So?"

"I have so many nicknames for you."

"Too many, some would argue," I chuckle, knowing damn well that I am part of that ‘some'.

"There is Hellcat, Little Thief, my Heart, my Love—"

"Uh-huh. What's your point?" He turns me in his arms and looks down at me with fire in his eyes.

"I am trying to find where Alina fits into all of it."

"It doesn't," I say simply.

"But—"

"The last person to call me that was my father, and I would like to keep it that way. Plus, I am no longer that girl. If you call me that at any point, I will cut you from balls to throat."

His large hands squeeze my hips and pull me more firmly into him.

"You know what your threats do to me!" he groans.

"Then don't think of them as threats, but as promises instead," I smile innocently.

"I love you," he whispers, tucking a loose hair behind my ear.

"I love you, too."

He groans and pulls me into a searing kiss in front of everyone. And I don't care if they look. Because then they will finally see what it means to be properly owned.

The End