Enslaved

Chapter 25

I woke up to the sound of the boys laughing and playing outside. I went to get up and was pulled back into a hard chest. "We're on vacation love," he said huskily. "It's not gonna hurt to sleep in for once." He buried his nose into the side of my neck, placing a kiss to it. I laughed softly as I looked at the clock, "It's noon. I did sleep in. Plus I'm not even tired." He chuckled, "I can take care of that last part." I laughed and rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you can, but right now I want to eat and sketch your tattoo." He let me up and I put my robe on before going to the kitchen. From inside the kitchen I could see the boys playing in the water. Mokoto and Sarshay were walking on the beach, holding hands, not far from the boys. I smiled softly as I began to make something for Balthazar and I to eat. 

After I put the cinnamon rolls into the oven, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. I was sketching while waiting for the timer counted down when Balthazar came in wearing only pajama bottoms. "Do I smell cinnamon rolls," he asked a little hopeful. I laughed softly, "You do indeed." He smiled and wrapped an arm around my waist. He looked down at the sketch, "What does it say?" "It says,Is e seo mo Rìgh. Thig am bàs dhaibhsan nach toir an aire dhomh. It means, this is my king. Death to those who do not heed my warning. Then this is how you spell my name," I said while showing him the different runes that spelled out my name. 

I then showed him how to write his name and then Lui's. I continued to show him how to write them until the timer went off. I pulled them out of the oven and he waited impatiently for me to put the icing on them. He was worse than a child waiting to open their presents. We sat at the island as we ate. Once we were done I began to clean up while he went to go get the things ready. I was extremely excited for this. This was one of the most intimate of Fae traditions, besides the actual mating. I felt so loved that he has put so much thought into this. 

After I was finished I went into the bedroom and saw he was ready for me. He gestured to the chair, "Ladies first." I put my hair up before removing the robe and straddling the chair, my chest pressed to the back of it. For hours I sat there, feeling his hands mark me as his. I tried to guess what he was putting by feeling the direction of the tattoo needle, but my mind fell blank as I tried to concentrate on it. When he finished he made sure it wouldn't get infected. "Beautiful," he whispered as he looked at it. 

I heard the sound of his camera before he passed me his phone to see. In black sparkling ink he tattooed a queen's crown between my shoulder blades with the symbol of Neve in the center of it. Then he tattooed in his native tongue along my spine. "What does it say," I asked him. "My Queen. My Goddess. I will kill anyone who even thinks of touching her," he said before placing kisses along my back where he didn't tattoo. 

Under the words was a Fae diadem which was the crown Fae queens once wore. Hanging from the point that would rest on the forehead was the symbol for the ice fae kingdom. Between the crowns, in various places around the words, there were snow flakes and in the center of the snow flakes had the symbol for the demon kingdom. A beautiful blend of the two. 

"I love it," I told him honestly. "I'm glad," he said sounding relieved. "You're mine and I will do whatever it takes to prove that to the world." He placed his hands on my hips and I could feel him move closer. I turned my head to see him and he kissed me. I moaned softly and shivered as his tongue entered my mouth, dominating the kiss. His hands moved up my sides before coming around to grab my breasts. I arched into his touch as I moaned. When he released me from the kiss he looked into my eyes. I saw the possessiveness and love in his eyes and it sparked my own possessive feeling come over me. I reached up and pulled him in for another kiss. He growled and spun me around so he could pick me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He laid on the bed with me on top of him to keep from irritating my new markings. I kissed down his neck till I got to our mark and bit into it, renewing it. He moaned and used his magic to remove his bottoms before entering me. I released him with a moan. He buried a hand in my hair before making me tilt my head to the side so he could renew his as he slammed deeply into me repeatedly. I gasped as my nails dug into his shoulders. 

We made love for hours until the sun was coming up, starting a new day. 

"Rest and then we'll do mine," he said before kissing my forehead. I nodded and fell asleep with a smile on my lips. 

When we woke up and ate it was my turn to tattoo him. The sword I tattooed was a traditional Fae sword. The blades weren't straight like your normal sword. They were wicked looking, meant to slice and rip into your opponent when you stabbed them. For the pommel I did a crown with the mark of Otho in the center of the crown. Down the blade I had tattooed my warning. And because of his skin color, the white ink just popped so brightly. I fell in love with the tattoo when it was finished. It was another balanced blend of our kingdoms. I took a photo and showed it to him. I sat there a little nervously when he didn't say anything. I could feel his pride and love through the bond and it made me smile. I realized he didn't say anything because he was speechless. Instead he turned and pulled me to him for another long night of love making. 

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I promise you guys now, I did not just hit the keyboard when I put her speaking in her native tongue. I used Google translate with it set to Scottish Gaelic.