Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 758(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
I hold out my hand, my naked body on display. A comfortable display because this is easy and magical between us. “Tell me the words to give you.”
His head shakes slightly, and he looks so gorgeous in that golden glow that bathes the temple. “Someone in my grandmother’s court would have to do it for it to be legal.”
“Rhys, you are not of your grandmother’s court. You are the High Priest of the Earthly Fae and will never live and serve in a sithein. You are the authority of your court. I don’t need my marriage to be acknowledged in any Faery court but our own. I assure you the brownies and trolls and huldrefólk who worship you as much for your kindness and love as your power will accept it.”
His shoulders come back, and there’s that bit of sexy arrogance I love so much. “Then in this temple, I affirm that I want to marry you, to bind my life to yours through this world and time and all the others. What say you, goddess?”
He climbs on the bed and offers me a hand. It takes a lot to get my focus off his… Gods that is a beautiful cock. It’s thick and long and seems to be pointing my direction. I should probably be nervous but there’s this silky magic flowing off my soon-to-be husband that curls around me like a warm blanket of lust. I get to my knees, not caring for a second that my pussy is so wet I can feel it on my thighs. His hands are still soft with my orgasm, but I slide my fingers around his as we kneel, staring at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I see more pixies have joined us, covering the walls with their winged beauty.
“In this temple, I affirm that I want to marry you, to bind my life to yours through this world and time and all the others.”
He brings my hand to his. “I don’t have…” He smiles suddenly. “I was going to say I don’t have a proper binding ribbon.”
I know exactly where he’s going. “But you do.”
A vine of deepest green suddenly flows from the open window, winding around our arms that lay together forming the handfasting part of our wedding.
Rhys’s eyes sparkle as moonlight joins the golden glow, coating him briefly in silvery light. “Do you wish to be my goddess? You will be the maker of my magic, the keeper of my spirit, the protector of my heart. You will hold nothing back from me and give me every piece of you, the good and the bad, the light and the darkness. You will be mother to my children. You will be my partner, my love, my goddess in all things. Are these vows you enter willingly and with an open heart?”
“I do,” I say, the words forming a promise, a warmth in my soul.
I feel him squeeze my hand before he continues. “You are my true goddess. I will be your protector, your defender, your lover. I will pour my magic into you and be grateful, for that magic flows only from you. I will hold nothing back from you but give you every piece of me, the good and the bad, the light and the darkness. I will be father to your children. I will be your partner, your lover, your god in all things. These are vows I make with a willing and open heart. I love you, Shy.”
The vows are said by the soldier, the leader of the Earthly Fae. The last by my best friend. Tears spring to my eyes. “I love you, Rhys.”
He leans over and brushes his lips against mine. “Wife. I have known I would use that word for you since the day we met. I am so sorry I don’t have a Goddess Chain for you. We will make our own traditions.”
“Because your mother is still the Goddess of the High Priest of the Seelie and Unseelie.” I am unbothered, but I know he feels like it’s not complete. “I assure you we can find…”
A gray dove flies in from the window and drops a delicate gold necklace over our bound hands.
I stare at it for a moment and know that necklace belongs to me. The vines that bind us flow away and Rhys holds up the same chain I have seen around his mother’s throat. A large pixie flies to his shoulder, bending in and covering his ear. His eyes widen and then he nods and bows his head as the pixie takes to the air once more before settling in with the large kaleidoscope.
“She says it should have been Zandra’s, and since her own son didn’t inherit the Green Man powers, she wants you to have it. The king has tarnished their magic, and this is their thanks for giving it back to them,” he explains. “The temple is pure once more, awake to them and all who worship with an open mind and heart. The temple, she says, will call to those who wish to fight, will be a beacon of freedom and love once more.”