O Bucată Din Inima Mea

Seeing the woman that Bowen had grown into still didn't fail to amaze Artorias. His little sister had become a beautiful, sensual, confident young fae and he was in awe of her for her strength of body, spirit, and mind. In what felt like no time at all, Artorias had fallen for Bowen and he'd fallen hard. But maybe it hadn't been as quick as he thought. Maybe this had always been something working between them long before either sibling could realize it. Those innocent autumn days of running through leaves and exploring the willow forest just beyond their pack borders had culminated and evolved into this moment of breathless sighs of satisfaction and desire. Art didn't know how it had developed this way, nor did he care. All that mattered to him was that he got to hold Bowen like this, he got to kiss her in front of the fire, he got to make love to her and hear her moaning breaths in his ear. He got to love her.

Seeing the relentless love and lust in Bowen's glimmering viridian eyes sent his heart into a frenzy once more, and when her tongue slid out to roll over his digit when it passed by her lips, Artorias knew their night was far from over. A sly, knowing grin crept across his lips. Like a fire in a forge, Bowen stoked the fire in his belly, and just as she would give herself to him whenever he desired, she could have him whenever she wanted. Bowen was now one of only two wolves that would have the Aegis at her beck and call, totally under her power while also fully under his, and every position in between as she wished. Their relationship had grown into something far beyond that of siblings. Artorias didn't like to use the term soulmates, but if there was ever a feeling as strong or as beautiful as that, it was what he felt for Bowen. It was just getting started and he wouldn't give it up for anything, heaven and hell be damned.

Bowen pulled soft murrs of delight from the larger brute when their tongues met, a gentle quiver passing through his body as her sweet taste played on his tongue. No matter their first, second, or millionth kiss, Artorias would never lose that tremor of rapture when they kissed. Their kiss broke with a languid lick from the copper and ivory fae across his lower lip, stalling Art's breathing for a second. Gods, she knew exactly what she was doing to him! It was as if they had spent their entire lives loving and exploring one another's bodies instead of just one night. Bowen vowed that he could keep her always, and Artorias' heart nearly burst from his chest it was beating so fast and hard. "And you can have me for always," he replied. It might not have needed to be said, but he wanted to speak the words to her, to let them into the universe. He was hers, from now and forever as long as she wanted him, as much as they were allowed to be by circumstance. In that moment, Artorias had already vowed that though fate had prevented them from being mates and being each other's only wolf, Bowen would be second to no one. Briar would be his queen and his mate, just as whatshisname upstairs would be Bowen's foremost lover, but Bowen would be lesser to none in his heart.

When Bowen began to slip out of his arms, Artorias worried that perhaps he'd asked too much of her too soon. He was stealing her away from the arms of her wolf back upstairs, after all. But when she offered him her paw and promised him all night with her, Artorias couldn't keep the excited smile off his face. He gingerly took her paw, bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss, then rolled and rose to his feet. After fluffing out his fur with a tousle, he followed alongside his lighter-furred sister out of the castle and into the warm night. He gazed up at the sea of dazzling stars above them, shining their brightest, though they paled to the emeralds he brought his gaze down to find when Bowen voiced her desires. She wanted him out in the world, amongst the trees and flowers of the gardens, the grasses of the plains, the sands of the coast. She wanted the world to witness their love, and Artorias had never felt more turned on in his entire life.

Bringing his muzzle down to claim Bowen's mouth in another heated kiss, the Aegis poured forth his love through his lips and tongue, breaking away only to allow the lovers to descend the terrace to the castle courtyard. "Where shall we show the world our love?" he asked with smoldering eyes and a crooked grin. "Amongst the magnolia and wisteria trees in the garden? Across the slopes and grasses on the plains? On the shining sands by the waving sea?" Wherever Bowen desired to have him, Artorias would be there, now and forevermore.

"Bowen & Artorias"