Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6), Georgette Clair [best classic books to read .TXT] 📗

“Kiss me, please.”

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Fabiana sighed as he used his teeth and tongue to lay claim to her mouth.

“Adonis,” she whispered again.

“Yes. Always me. Always this.”

He removed one hand from her backside and forced it between their bodies.

“And you will always be mine.”

Flicking her clit, Adonis silenced his Alpha call a moment before Fabiana lost all ability to do anything other than feel.

The bed, ropes, everything disappeared under the roar in her ears. Every synapse in her brain triggered and short circuited as she jerked and shivered.

This wasn’t fucking.

It wasn’t lovemaking.

This was Adonis and Fabiana.

Their mating, their ritual. Two broken pieces had found their fit with another. Their souls had never been whole until they found the other.

And maybe, just maybe, she was falling in love with her mate.

Chapter Seventeen

“Oh my Goddess! Look at the sway in them hips. Bet you he tapped that right before she came in. Pay up, chicks. Hashtag don’t bet the Fae Queen.”

Instead of hiding like she normally would have, Fabiana winked at her mate before turning to Silva. “You mean before and most likely after.”

The Fae Queen squealed—literally—before racing to swoop Fabiana into a hug. “I love it!”

She rocked a silver dress that went with the purple and black of her wings. Silva tucked them away when she wanted to, but she tended not to when coming to meetings.

Of course, if there’d been anyone else in the reception room leading to the Arena elevator other than Kalinda, Giuliana, and Zoey, Fabiana may have answered differently. For now, she could play with her sisters while the men spoke outside.

They all followed the rules and allowed Arturo and his team to enter first.

Kalinda smoothed an invisible strand of hair into her signature bun with a smirk. “Well, haven’t you grown up.” The dark-skinned woman was always immaculate, and today was no different as a red mermaid dress hugged her form like a second skin.

“I say she got it from me,” Giules quipped. “I taught her everything she knows.” She was by far the most relaxed, dressed in black camo pants and a tank top. Then again, she used to be an Enforcer—old habits die hard.

“I think Adonis handled that,” Zoey returned. “But I ditto the loving it. You’re glowing. Sure you aren’t pregnant?”

Fabiana’s jaw dropped and she shook her head.

Zoey laughed, the loose fabric of her white dress tittering in the movement. “Joking. It seems I’m the only one having babies around here, but I believe it’s time for someone else to deal with the madness.”

“Don’t tell Heath.”

The women spun in unison as Asherah entered the room. Pandemonium ensued with a ton of hugs and kisses before Zoey noticed the men looking at them as if they were nuts.

“Hey, we’re just happy to see you, sis,” she said loudly.

Silva recovered first. “Dude, it’s been like ages. Having to adult just sucks.”

Asherah beamed, her small face turned up at the others. It had taken a while for Fabiana to get used to the changing color of her hair and the way it always seemed to be underwater, but now she found it beautiful. The delicate lines of her Fate marking spanned her shoulders over her strapless, green bodycon dress.

“How far along? Are you feeling tired? Any sickness?”

“Whoa, Fabiana. I’m okay. Fae gestation is different than human or shifter,” Asherah assured her.

Fabiana cocked her head. “How so?”

“Ugh,” Silva groaned. “She’s gone from thot to scientist. I’ll answer this one, sis. So Fae are pregnant for like ever, nearly three times as long as a human. She won’t even start showing for at least a year, and they don’t normally share it with their Fate because miscarriage is high during that first trimester.”

Fabiana wondered at that. “Like the elephant that gestates for eighteen to twenty months. You will need special care for delivery, won’t you? The hospitals here aren’t set up for Fae delivery.”

Silva turned to her sister. “Oh my Goddess. There are no Daeuthlinan here, Asherah.”

Asherah paled, placing her hands protectively over her stomach. “I know. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything. There aren’t any other Fated pairs in Encantado and we can’t go to the Fae.”

“Heath!”

“Silva, no. We’re facing war right now; their focus needs to be on that. We have over two years before we need to worry about it.”

“What is a Dayooth– whatever you said?” Zoey twisted her fingers together. She’d had her own difficult birth experience with Isadora.

“A Birthing Doctor. They have special gifts in soothing the mother and babe while also alleviating pain. Fae can’t be dosed with normal medication,” Silva explained.

“Sort of how you were able to take my magic up to very high levels,” Kalinda surmised.

“I may be able to magnify the medicine, or the magic of a Mage here,” Fabiana offered.

Silva shook her head. “You don’t understand. Asherah is of royal blood.”

“That magnification could harm more than help.”

Kalinda and Silva shared a pointed look before Silva sighed. “Then we wait. I promise I’ll figure this out, one way or another, okay?”

Asherah smiled weakly. “Yes.”

“The meeting is starting,” a receptionist announced, and the women parted to find their mates.

As Fabiana came to Adonis’s side, he cocked his head at her. “Are you okay?”

“We may have a problem, but it isn’t my secret to tell.”

“The Fae woman … Heath’s Fate?”

“Not my story.”

“But if you decide to help, tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”

She knew he couldn’t have known what they talked about, but his immediate agreement to assist her in whatever it may be warmed her heart.

“Thank you.”

He tucked her arm in the crook of his and walked her into the elevator.