"Isaac...."
A furrow appeared on Isaac’s brow as the voice whispered in his head.
"Isaac, wake up. It’s me."
His eyes finally opened, only to widen upon seeing Maxi hovering over him.
"What are...?"
However, he couldn’t finish his sentence because she climbed into bed with him, causing Isaac to scoot over and make more space for her. By the time she settled down, Maxi was grinning down at him and Isaac couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered.
"How?" He inquired about how she had been able to escape his mother’s confines.
No one knew about the mate bond between them; Isaac and Maxi had decided it was best to keep quiet about it. Who knows how the Fae would react if they were to realize that a dark Fae could form a bond with another Faerie without consequences. The belief that dark Fae were cursed to be mateless had been circulating for eons. It would definitely cause a ruckus.
As a new couple, Isaac and Maxi desired to spend time together, but Oma clearly had other plans. Instead of giving Maxi the guest room, where Isaac could easily sneak into at night, she demanded that the horse shifter sleep in her room. In her words, and I quote, "It’s not a crime to spend time with my daughter-in-law."
Isaac’s hands were tied and Maxi wanted to please her mother-in-law. It was nice that Oma had accepted her without asking questions, and Maxi wanted to improve their relationship. However, her kind mother-in-law couldn’t compare to the heavenly sensations of feeling Isaac’s strong arms wrapped around her at night.
Maxi had already grown used to that, so it was no wonder she snuck into Isaac’s bed quite early in the morning while others slept.
"You are one naughty Fae," Isaac teased her after her explanation, pushing away the lock of hair that got in her face. She leaned into his touch, and the gesture reminded him of a pet craving the appreciation of its master. Maxi loved touches more than the average Fae, thanks to her shifter side.
It was weird to think that he had once loathed her existence, despised her for being a dark Fae horse shifter. But now, he couldn’t even afford to make her sad. It wasn’t obvious before, but Isaac could feel it now, the bond between them. It was a string of energy connecting the both of them together. He couldn’t hurt her now, even if he tried.
"Maxi!" Isaac suddenly hissed when a certain horse shifter ground into him.
But she grinned at him knowingly and continued, leaving Isaac no choice but to grab her hips and keep her from testing his self-control.
"Let’s just sleep, okay?" He pleaded with her.
She answered, "Sleeping is for the weak."
Isaac sighed, resigning himself. "Fine, I’m weak, okay?"
She gave him a mischievous smile. "Then let me strengthen you, my shy Fae."
And with that, her lips descended on his with a fiery hunger, so sweet, so ravenous. Before Isaac knew it, he found himself filled with a burst of strength, and he turned her onto her back, taking over the kiss instead.
"See?" Maxi said after they broke apart for air, a triumphant grin on her face. "Sleeping is for the weak, and there is no room for weakness between us."
And then they descended into a world of their own again.
It was safe to say that whenever Maxi started something between them, she would see it through. Isaac just couldn’t understand her high libido. It wasn’t that he didn’t have needs, but he was much more controlled and didn’t let them override his reasoning. However, ever since Maxi came into his life, he even attempted things he was never into.
"Shhh, Maxi," Isaac panicked, palming her mouth and looking behind the door as if his mother would burst in at any minute. "You should keep it down."
Perhaps others might condemn her for being so strict with her adult son, but until Isaac and Maxi were officially married, they would maintain a chaste relationship under her roof. It was for their own good. She didn’t want a situation where Maxi turned out to be pregnant. Although it was technically difficult for Fae to reproduce, it had happened to her. She wanted both of them to have the opportunity to spend time together without the trouble that came with childbirth. Moreover, if things didn’t work out between them, Oma didn’t want her son weighed down by responsibility. She knew her son, and Isaac was bound by duty.
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