novelxo The Dark Elf’s Surprise Baby: Chapter 30
Our mating ceremony flies by in a whirl of love and good wishes from everyone who attends.
It is late afternoon when the last of our well-wishers leave. The air shimmers with elvish magic and gold dust that was thrown into the air during the ceremony.
Harper has gone over to the food table, and is chatting with Layla. Kerym walks up to me.
He was a huge help in getting the ceremony together, and I know that I would not have been able to make Harper happy without him.
“Thank you.” I tell him, taking his hand in mine and shaking it.
He smiles broadly, then pulls me into a one-armed hug.
“We have come too far to simply shake one another’s hands, Demethys.” He whispers, then pulls away.
“Yes, I suppose so.” I cannot help being flustered. Dark elf men are not famed for showing one another affection.
“I am proud of you.” Kerym says, a smug smile on his face.
I roll my eyes. “What have I done to deserve your pride?”
“You’ve finally taken the plunge! You’ve found a mate and settled down.”
My eyes drift over to where Harper is standing with Layla. She looks radiant, breathtaking, in her gown.
When I answer, I speak distractedly, my words simply echoing the thoughts that tumble slowly through my mind.
“Only for her. Only for Harper.”
When I turn back to Kerym, I am almost dazed. As though looking at Harper got me sucked into a momentary trance.
He is looking at me with an annoying smirk on his face.
“What is it now?” I cannot keep rolling my eyes the entire night.
“No, I am just looking at you and seeing myself.” Kerym’s smile becomes more genuine then.
“It never ends you know.” He leans closer, speaking conspiratorially. As though he is imparting some great wisdom or sharing a secret.
“This entire conversation would move on a lot longer if you were less cryptic my friend.” I tell him.
“What I am trying to say is, you’ve found your mate, and now your love for her will never end. The feeling you’re having now, never goes away.”
“Are you sure?” I am not sure why there is doubt in my voice.
Songbirds soar overhead, manipulated by gentle magic. They perch on every tree, and their beautiful feathers are jewel-like in the light of the fading sun.
Kerym must hear my fear. Maybe he has felt it himself.
My fear that one day one of us will stop loving one another.
He speaks quickly, clapping a hand down on my shoulder.
“It never leaves. You’ve found her. Your love will only continue to grow.”
I nod my gratitude at him, for assuaging my fears. The doubt has vanished too. I know he is right.
The love will never leave us.
The songbirds burst into melodious whistles then, crowning one of the most beautiful days of my life.
“Dad!” Adelaide comes running up to me. She vaults herself up into my waiting arms. I am glad to see that she is becoming quite adept with her magic.
She uses her elvish magic to lift into the air, and settles comfortably in my arms. When I look at her, sparks are still trailing across her navy-blue eyes.
My eyes.
Sometimes I cannot believe that I have a daughter. That I am a father.
Harper walks up to me then, smiling her usual, gentle smile.
She places a hand on Addie’s cheek and our daughter leans into her mother’s palm.
“This little one is tired. She’s had a busy day.” Harper tells me quietly. She lifts her arms and expertly takes Adelaide from me.
Adelaide falls asleep almost right away.
How did Harper manage this on her own for four years? I cannot help but think to myself.
There is so much that I have to make up for.
“Yes, I saw that she was playing with Jasper all day.” I reply. I say a quick goodbye to Kerym, who nods.
I watch as he quickly walks over to Layla, inextricably drawn to her.
Then we head into the house. Addie’s room is on the ground floor, on the other side of the house from us.
Her room is the largest in the house, and comprises of a play room, a bathroom, and a bedroom.
It is painted in shades of pink, yellow, and bright green. I love being in the room, and simply spending time with her there.
Especially since Harper gave me free rein to design, with Addie’s help.
The warm, golden lights flicker on when we walk in. The room is filled with unintentional magic.
Mostly from Adelaide. Magic spills from her. Especially when she is asleep.
Harper lays Adelaide carefully on her large bed, and we both brush soft kisses against her forehead.
She barely moves, inhaling and exhaling deeply, steadily.
I slip my arm around Harper’s waist as we leave the room. But at the door, I turn and watch her.
I could watch her sleep forever.
But it is the night of my mating ceremony. And I do not want to keep my mate waiting.
Harper has become more bold in the weeks leading up to our mating ceremony. She takes my hand in hers and leads me to the bedroom.
I follow her obediently, and once again, I remember Kerym’s words.
The love never ends.
I know that I can believe him. Our love will only grow.
Harper tugs insistently on my hand, and I can smell her desire even a few paces away. We kissed during the mating ceremony, and it could have gone on forever.
But Kerym and Layla’s pointed clapping slowed us down.
I pull her into my embrace as we stumble into our bedroom. We both had elf spirits throughout the ceremony.
Her skin is warm, flushed with arousal and alcohol. My lips meet hers hungrily, while my hand slides down her back.
I groan into her mouth when she sucks, and then nibbles, on my lower lip. I thread a demanding hand gently through her hair.
Her hands wander down to my trousers, but I swat them lightly away.
I place my other hand firmly on her left hip and walk her backwards to the bed.
I throw her lightly on the bed and she lands with a gasp. Her hazel eyes are hot, sparking, as demanding as my hands.
I rip my clothes off, but I am more careful with her dress.
Once I have removed the delicate garment, I see that she is completely naked.
I cannot suppress the groan that escapes me, and warmth spreads across my face when she giggles delightedly.
I lean down and kiss her, and she is as hungry for me as I am for her. And I realize I will never get over that.
That someone like Harper desires me as much as I do her.
Her nipples are hard and tight when my hand goes to lightly caress them. She moans with disappointment when I pull away from the kiss.
But then gasps and arches her back when I move my mouth to her nipples.
My hand wanders downwards, tracing the lines of her body, to meet swollen, soft flesh, slick with desire.
“Please.” The word is a plea and a moan and a cry all at once. I stroke up and down her slit, and she bucks her hips against my hand.
I slip one finger, then another, inside her, and move back up to kiss her.
I curl my fingers inside her, and more of her arousal comes flooding from her slit in a squirt.
“Yes. Yes.” The words are a dazed whisper.
“Tell me what you want.” I whisper back.
“Inside me. I want you inside me.” She twists her body when I curl my fingers inside her and place my thumb on her clit.
“Not yet darling.” She cries out in frustration when I remove my hand.
Then her body bucks again when I replace my hand with my mouth. Her arousal is musk and honey to me, and I lick and tease her clit.
I slip a finger back inside her when she cries out with her first climax and I am just glad that our room is sound-proofed with my magic.
“Please.” I am so hard that I cannot quite think straight, but I only stop when her climax has subsided.
Precum is leaking from my cock, and I stroke it as I press gently against her entrance.
Harper lifts her legs to her chest instinctively and I practically growl when I see her, open and wet, waiting for me.
I thrust in slowly and she cries out again, but then goes still with one last gasp.
She arches her back as I thrust in and out of her, her inner walls convulsing around me.
I hold onto her legs gently and plow into her faster and faster, before reaching down with one hand.
I place a thumb on her clit, and angle my hips upwards, to meet her most sensitive spot.
When she reaches her next climax, her body twists away from mine, her back arching as her legs tremble.
I cannot wait any longer as she convulses around me, and the muscles in my lower body flex as I fight to keep control.
I only let go when her climax subsides, and I spill inside her.
We both finish, breathing heavily, erratically.
I lay down on the bed next to her, pulling her into my sweaty arms.
She only speaks when both our breathing has slowed down.
“I cannot believe that this is my forever.” She whispers the words. She looks at me fearfully.
“Don’t be afraid of it. The love will never end.”